MEGA Collection for only 99¢!
Don't miss this MEGA Collection for only 99¢!
Only 99¢ Secret Undercover Billionaires 7 Book Collection
Don't miss this MEGA Collection for only 99¢! A 7 book collection of the rich and famous trying to keep their identities under wraps. Will they be able to keep who they are a secret and find true love? Find out if these handsome billionaires can keep up with the secrets!
Only 99¢ Secret Undercover Billionaires 7 Book Collection
FALLING IN LOVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD! ★★
A great sizzling collection about 'secret identities.'
Included are 7 Sweet, Contemporary and Christian Romances. PLUS 2 JAGGER Billionaire books! ★★ Get away from your life Romance by kindle all-star, Taylor Hart.
From the author:
It might sound silly, but I like ‘secret identity’ themes.
So I decided--why not give you a whole collection about these kinds of people. And why NOT include my newest Secret Undercover Jamaica Jagger Billionaire----IN THIS COLLECTION?
I love the idea of people NOT knowing someone’s true identity. Especially when they are famous or super rich or … something that our society has deemed as ‘super important.’
I love watching a regular person interact with this ‘important person’ and then discovering…that they actually ARE super cool people … not because of anything society has said….only because ----they are giving or kind or unselfish or…any of Christ’s attributes.
And—I love that ‘super important’ person to recognize their true selves---in viewing themselves through the ‘first time’ eyes of someone else who doesn’t know them yet.
Books included:
The Christmas Groom
The Barefoot Groom
Last Play
The Football Groom
The Undercover Groom
★★
Plus-- Bonus Jagger Books:
Secret Undercover Billionaire
Secret Undercover Jamaica Billionaire
**Excerpt from The Barefoot Groom –
Included in this Secret Undercover Billionaires 7 Book Collection:
Watching the play of emotions across her face, he let out a low whistle. “Seems like there’s an interesting story.”
Hesitating, she figured why not spill to a complete stranger? “No, not really. Actually, it’s quite cliché—girl meets boy, falls in love, plans wedding on a Hawaiian beach, and … boy doesn’t show up.”
Seeming to measure her revelation, he squinted. “Ouch.”
His reaction made her laugh. “To boot, I found out later he and my best friend …” She couldn’t even say it.
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
Waving her hand in the air, she grunted out a laugh and wagged her finger at him. “See, I wasn’t going to tell anyone that story this weekend.”
Not reacting for a second, he said, “Why not? Everyone has pain. Most of us wouldn’t be here if we didn’t.”
She hadn’t thought of that. She’d been focused on the meat market and hadn’t even thought about what others were going through. She squinted back at him. “So what’s your pain?”
She knew, from the look on his face, it was the wrong question to ask, but the journalist in her had to know. And, she admitted to herself, maybe it was more than just the journalist who wanted to know.
Letting out a breath, he put his hands up in surrender. “Nothing to tell.”
Suddenly London felt naked. She’d just bared her soul, and he hadn’t reciprocated in the slightest. She had a flashback to Dillon and the way he would never engage about personal things without drastic measures. “No, of course you don’t have a story.”
He snapped his head up. “What?”
“I sit here and tell you all about me …” She let out a derisive laugh. “Man, I guess I’m the emotional, needy one in my seven circles of hell.” She moved to get out of the hot tub.
“Wait, don’t leave.” He put his hand out. “Just calm down.”
But she was already out, wrapping her towel and sliding into her flip-flops.
“You say I didn’t reciprocate, but you didn’t even ask my name.”
Rattled, she hesitated and stared back at him.
He didn’t answer.
And then it hit her. She cringed and shook her head. “No.”
Moving to where she’d been sitting, he picked up her book and held it out for her. “I’m Cooper.”
All she could do was stare at him.
Without blinking, he lifted one shoulder into a shrug. “You gotta admit I’m right about the spark.”
How humiliating. London had walked right into his little trap, and he’d played her like a piano. What a manipulative slime ball. Ripping the book away from him, she rushed toward the fence. “Nice line. Go try it on someone else.”
* * *
Hustling to breakfast the next morning, London tried to get rid of the traces of humiliation that had burned through her all night. After she’d uncomfortably excused herself, she’d heard him laughing the whole way through his yard and out of the gate.
As if he hadn’t embarrassed her enough, he’d laughed at her after totally setting her up. Forget the fact that she’d snuck into his yard. Forget the fact that every part of her had reacted to the man. Forget the fact the kissing had been amazing. Forget it all. He should have told her who he was in the beginning.
He had flat-out lied to her. He said he’d snuck in through the gate. Jerk!
Then he’d manipulated her into revealing her pain, probably some psychology tactic in mind control. After all, he’d written books on it. She’d stayed up late last night working on the article about the master of manipulation himself. Of course, she told the readers the funny story of how she snuck into his yard and how he got into the hot tub with her all the while concealing his identity, but in the end, he’d proven what he was.
A jerk.
A fake. He’d made her reveal everything and then took advantage of her.
Marcia was right. It was their duty to expose him. Deception was his master key. The relationship guru giving advice to all these people, preaching about upstanding character and high value, and then luring women in and wringing them out like a dishcloth.
To think London had told him about her nonprofit dreams while he just sat there and figured out how to psychologically analyze her. All night she’d shifted in her bed, hating that she’d actually fallen under his spell somehow.
None of the feelings had been real between them.
Professional relationship guru. Pshaw!
She’d even felt badly she’d lied about being a personal assistant when he’d lied about … about … what, exactly, was she the most upset about? Okay, maybe he hadn’t lied to her, but she’d felt tricked. And it’d brought up all the old feelings about Dillon and his manipulative tactics.
The only good that had come out of it was she had stayed up most of the night researching and writing a kick butt article on him. She knew Marcia would like it. She just needed a few more things to polish it off and she could send it.
She’d even sent off a few emails, contacting people from his past and asking some questions. Cooper Harrison wouldn’t know what hit him.
Rushing into the main hall, London saw most of the guests getting up from their breakfasts.
Since she wasn’t actually here to meet someone, London hadn’t bothered putting effort into how she looked. She’d barely thrown on her makeup before putting some gel in her hair and scrunching it up. Today was the kind of day she loved the cursed, curly hair she’d been blessed with. She could scrunch it and go. Getting to the breakfast table, she grabbed an apple, a power bar, and a bottle of water. She needed to focus on getting through the one-on-one in a pleasant way and getting more information.
His laughter from yesterday haunted her.
Stuffing the food into her laptop bag, she dug inside for her phone and then pulled up the itinerary.
Today there were two break out sessions, one with Cooper and one with another woman.
Pulling out her apple, she took a bite and yanked the hardback book out of her computer bag, glaring down at Cooper Harrison. In the picture, he wore a soft, white silky looking shirt, a pair of jeans and bare feet. The Teton Mountains loomed in the background, and he had a full beard. The beard had been the thing that had thrown her off. “You’re going down,” she muttered.
Only 99¢ Secret Undercover Billionaires 7 Book Collection
Don't miss this MEGA Collection for only 99¢! A 7 book collection of the rich and famous trying to keep their identities under wraps. Will they be able to keep who they are a secret and find true love? Find out if these handsome billionaires can keep up with the secrets!
Only 99¢ Secret Undercover Billionaires 7 Book Collection
FALLING IN LOVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD! ★★
A great sizzling collection about 'secret identities.'
Included are 7 Sweet, Contemporary and Christian Romances. PLUS 2 JAGGER Billionaire books! ★★ Get away from your life Romance by kindle all-star, Taylor Hart.
From the author:
It might sound silly, but I like ‘secret identity’ themes.
So I decided--why not give you a whole collection about these kinds of people. And why NOT include my newest Secret Undercover Jamaica Jagger Billionaire----IN THIS COLLECTION?
I love the idea of people NOT knowing someone’s true identity. Especially when they are famous or super rich or … something that our society has deemed as ‘super important.’
I love watching a regular person interact with this ‘important person’ and then discovering…that they actually ARE super cool people … not because of anything society has said….only because ----they are giving or kind or unselfish or…any of Christ’s attributes.
And—I love that ‘super important’ person to recognize their true selves---in viewing themselves through the ‘first time’ eyes of someone else who doesn’t know them yet.
Books included:
The Christmas Groom
The Barefoot Groom
Last Play
The Football Groom
The Undercover Groom
★★
Plus-- Bonus Jagger Books:
Secret Undercover Billionaire
Secret Undercover Jamaica Billionaire
**Excerpt from The Barefoot Groom –
Included in this Secret Undercover Billionaires 7 Book Collection:
Watching the play of emotions across her face, he let out a low whistle. “Seems like there’s an interesting story.”
Hesitating, she figured why not spill to a complete stranger? “No, not really. Actually, it’s quite cliché—girl meets boy, falls in love, plans wedding on a Hawaiian beach, and … boy doesn’t show up.”
Seeming to measure her revelation, he squinted. “Ouch.”
His reaction made her laugh. “To boot, I found out later he and my best friend …” She couldn’t even say it.
“Ah, I’m sorry.”
Waving her hand in the air, she grunted out a laugh and wagged her finger at him. “See, I wasn’t going to tell anyone that story this weekend.”
Not reacting for a second, he said, “Why not? Everyone has pain. Most of us wouldn’t be here if we didn’t.”
She hadn’t thought of that. She’d been focused on the meat market and hadn’t even thought about what others were going through. She squinted back at him. “So what’s your pain?”
She knew, from the look on his face, it was the wrong question to ask, but the journalist in her had to know. And, she admitted to herself, maybe it was more than just the journalist who wanted to know.
Letting out a breath, he put his hands up in surrender. “Nothing to tell.”
Suddenly London felt naked. She’d just bared her soul, and he hadn’t reciprocated in the slightest. She had a flashback to Dillon and the way he would never engage about personal things without drastic measures. “No, of course you don’t have a story.”
He snapped his head up. “What?”
“I sit here and tell you all about me …” She let out a derisive laugh. “Man, I guess I’m the emotional, needy one in my seven circles of hell.” She moved to get out of the hot tub.
“Wait, don’t leave.” He put his hand out. “Just calm down.”
But she was already out, wrapping her towel and sliding into her flip-flops.
“You say I didn’t reciprocate, but you didn’t even ask my name.”
Rattled, she hesitated and stared back at him.
He didn’t answer.
And then it hit her. She cringed and shook her head. “No.”
Moving to where she’d been sitting, he picked up her book and held it out for her. “I’m Cooper.”
All she could do was stare at him.
Without blinking, he lifted one shoulder into a shrug. “You gotta admit I’m right about the spark.”
How humiliating. London had walked right into his little trap, and he’d played her like a piano. What a manipulative slime ball. Ripping the book away from him, she rushed toward the fence. “Nice line. Go try it on someone else.”
* * *
Hustling to breakfast the next morning, London tried to get rid of the traces of humiliation that had burned through her all night. After she’d uncomfortably excused herself, she’d heard him laughing the whole way through his yard and out of the gate.
As if he hadn’t embarrassed her enough, he’d laughed at her after totally setting her up. Forget the fact that she’d snuck into his yard. Forget the fact that every part of her had reacted to the man. Forget the fact the kissing had been amazing. Forget it all. He should have told her who he was in the beginning.
He had flat-out lied to her. He said he’d snuck in through the gate. Jerk!
Then he’d manipulated her into revealing her pain, probably some psychology tactic in mind control. After all, he’d written books on it. She’d stayed up late last night working on the article about the master of manipulation himself. Of course, she told the readers the funny story of how she snuck into his yard and how he got into the hot tub with her all the while concealing his identity, but in the end, he’d proven what he was.
A jerk.
A fake. He’d made her reveal everything and then took advantage of her.
Marcia was right. It was their duty to expose him. Deception was his master key. The relationship guru giving advice to all these people, preaching about upstanding character and high value, and then luring women in and wringing them out like a dishcloth.
To think London had told him about her nonprofit dreams while he just sat there and figured out how to psychologically analyze her. All night she’d shifted in her bed, hating that she’d actually fallen under his spell somehow.
None of the feelings had been real between them.
Professional relationship guru. Pshaw!
She’d even felt badly she’d lied about being a personal assistant when he’d lied about … about … what, exactly, was she the most upset about? Okay, maybe he hadn’t lied to her, but she’d felt tricked. And it’d brought up all the old feelings about Dillon and his manipulative tactics.
The only good that had come out of it was she had stayed up most of the night researching and writing a kick butt article on him. She knew Marcia would like it. She just needed a few more things to polish it off and she could send it.
She’d even sent off a few emails, contacting people from his past and asking some questions. Cooper Harrison wouldn’t know what hit him.
Rushing into the main hall, London saw most of the guests getting up from their breakfasts.
Since she wasn’t actually here to meet someone, London hadn’t bothered putting effort into how she looked. She’d barely thrown on her makeup before putting some gel in her hair and scrunching it up. Today was the kind of day she loved the cursed, curly hair she’d been blessed with. She could scrunch it and go. Getting to the breakfast table, she grabbed an apple, a power bar, and a bottle of water. She needed to focus on getting through the one-on-one in a pleasant way and getting more information.
His laughter from yesterday haunted her.
Stuffing the food into her laptop bag, she dug inside for her phone and then pulled up the itinerary.
Today there were two break out sessions, one with Cooper and one with another woman.
Pulling out her apple, she took a bite and yanked the hardback book out of her computer bag, glaring down at Cooper Harrison. In the picture, he wore a soft, white silky looking shirt, a pair of jeans and bare feet. The Teton Mountains loomed in the background, and he had a full beard. The beard had been the thing that had thrown her off. “You’re going down,” she muttered.
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