Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad: Enemies to Lovers Single Dad Fake Relationship Romance (Big Bad Billionaires) Book 4 by L. Steele
Description….
Never fall for the bad boy …
Damian ‘Big D’ Savage, the billionaire rockstar with the killer abs.
Aka THE ultimate dream guy in a six-foot-five, sculpted-chest, freaking macho package,
Who haunts the dreams of half the female population, ugh!
He’s also the kind of arrogant, self-important man I avoid, in real life.
But that smirk of his?—OMG *swoon,*
So I may have stalked his social media accounts, *don’t judge,*
A lowly nanny like me? I didn’t feature on his radar at all…
…Until I run into him at a party.
And ask him to spend the night with me *what was I thinking?*
One night shouldn’t matter, right?
I could then return to my boring life.
Only it didn’t work out that way.
Next day I report to my new boss—a gazillionaire who needs a nanny to take care of his child.
Guess who that turns out to be…?
I turn down the job, of course;
So he offers me a million pounds per day to be his *hold your breath* muse.
What’s a girl to do when faced with a 100% potent growly hunk like him? *gulp*
Not to mention that I needed the money to pay my debts…
I say yes.
Big mistake…
This is Damian and Julia’s story. An enemies to lovers, single dad fake marriage romance featuring a grumpy, possessive, billionaire rockstar and the sassy nanny who challenges him to take a chance on love!
Publication date 19/2/2021
Reading Order:
Big Bad Billionaires Series:
The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
The Billionaire’s Fake Wife
The Billionaire’s Secret
The Billionaire’s Christmas Bride
Marrying the Billionaire Single Dad
The Billionaire’s Baby
excerpt…
“Let go of me,” I demand.
“Make me.”
“What?” I narrow my gaze on that sinful-as-fuck face. “You release me right now or else—”
“Or else?” He peels back his lips and his teeth gleam against the tan of his sculpted features. At my silence, he continues, “You were saying—”
“That this is a misunderstanding.” I huff. “I am not interested in you.”
“Neither am I in you.” He widens his stance.
“Doesn’t seem that way from where I am, buster.”
“How much control on your anger can you muster?” He tilts his head.
“Just because you think—mistakenly—that you’re superior?” I flip my hair over my shoulder.
“I am going to break through your tightly controlled exterior.”
“Wait.” I gape, “Did you rhyme your words to mine?”
“So did you.”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did.” He grins and my stupid heart stutters. It bloody stutters.
He peers down into my face, his blue eyes glittering. “So much sass,” he growls. “I wonder how it would be to peel back the mask you wear to the world, to unveil the passion that lurks under the surface, to show you how it could be if the right man were to touch you in your secret places, the ones you think you have hidden away,” his voice lowers to a hush, “but which I can see, feel, touch, suck…”
My core clenches. I swear my panties self-combust.
“I don’t care for self-obsessed, insufferable, prats,” I declare. “You’ve got the wrong woman.”
He lowers his head until our eyelashes tangle. “I don’t think so, baby.”
“You’re no Johnny,” I stammer.
“Huh.” His forehead wrinkles, “Dirty Dancing?”
“Oh,” I blink, “you…you placed the reference?”
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