New Release
Title: His Baby, Her Billionaire
Series: Her Billionaire #1
Author: Sloan Storm
Series: Her Billionaire #1
Author: Sloan Storm
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 15, 2020
Blurb
He has billions of secrets. Me? I only have
one, my baby bump, and it’s starting to show.
one, my baby bump, and it’s starting to show.
Dalton “The Destroyer” Maxwell.
That’s what they call him.
He’s the sexy older man, the distinguished battle-hardened SEAL turned
brooding, introspective professor. There isn’t a red-blooded female in five
hundred miles that wouldn’t kill to trade places with me.
brooding, introspective professor. There isn’t a red-blooded female in five
hundred miles that wouldn’t kill to trade places with me.
It was only a fling – just a chance encounter in a faraway place. I
wasn’t looking for a fairy tale ending beneath those starry skies.
wasn’t looking for a fairy tale ending beneath those starry skies.
But what should’ve stayed a memory didn’t. It chased me home, leading me
right where it shouldn’t – his arms.
right where it shouldn’t – his arms.
Now the consequence has me feeling like I’m cramming for an exam that
I’ll never pass.
I’ll never pass.
The truth is, everything about us is forbidden. Nothing good can come of
it.
it.
There’s only one problem. Dalton disagrees and won’t take “no”
for an answer.
for an answer.
When he promises he’ll give it all up for me and his baby, that’s when
his ten-figure truth leaves me with an impossible choice.
his ten-figure truth leaves me with an impossible choice.
What have I done?
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Excerpt
She turned her head but didn’t speak as her blonde hair fluttered in the
gentle breeze of the oceanfront spray. I was close enough to catch her scent. A
faint hint of lilac and sweet jasmine blended with the surf-churned air,
capturing my focus and pulling me closer to the source.
gentle breeze of the oceanfront spray. I was close enough to catch her scent. A
faint hint of lilac and sweet jasmine blended with the surf-churned air,
capturing my focus and pulling me closer to the source.
I knew she heard me.
I also knew what she was probably thinking.
Couldn’t stay away
huh?
huh?
Subtlety isn’t a strength of mine, on the battlefield or in the war of
love.
love.
In my hands, an arsenal of alcohol, one bottle I’d half-emptied, guzzling
it down on the stroll. I hit the beer again, taking a quick pull and attempting
to draw her out of her guarded silence.
it down on the stroll. I hit the beer again, taking a quick pull and attempting
to draw her out of her guarded silence.
“Guess that’s a no.”
It’s not like I gave a damn about the game. I doubted she did either.
Then, she turned and my jaw clenched.
Then, she turned and my jaw clenched.
Easy.
Easy.
Only it fucking wouldn’t be.
The chick was an absolute knockout.
She’d be right at the top of any man’s trophy shelf. And if my plan panned out,
I’d be adding her to my collection long before the sun crested over the distant
capri-blue swells.
She’d be right at the top of any man’s trophy shelf. And if my plan panned out,
I’d be adding her to my collection long before the sun crested over the distant
capri-blue swells.
Maybe it was those early years, being shipped off to military school like
a dog chained up in the yard after it’d pissed the floor one too many times.
Whatever the cause, the effect had a way of heightening my interest in the
fairer sex long before it otherwise might have.
a dog chained up in the yard after it’d pissed the floor one too many times.
Whatever the cause, the effect had a way of heightening my interest in the
fairer sex long before it otherwise might have.
Point is, for as long as I could remember, only the most beautiful of
women were worth the pursuit. After all, you only live once. Tales from the
rocking chair are always better when you landed the big fish, not when it
disappeared back to the murky depths.
women were worth the pursuit. After all, you only live once. Tales from the
rocking chair are always better when you landed the big fish, not when it
disappeared back to the murky depths.
Even so, I never breathed a word of my conquests over the years.
Outside the small circle of my SEAL brothers, my appetites were strictly
confidential. Sometimes I wondered if my blue-blooded parents thought I might
not even be straight but instead playing for the same team like my sister,
Shelley.
confidential. Sometimes I wondered if my blue-blooded parents thought I might
not even be straight but instead playing for the same team like my sister,
Shelley.
But whatever, fuck them.
I thought for certain I’d bedded the best, had more than my fair share of
beauties from one far flung part of the planet to the other.
beauties from one far flung part of the planet to the other.
That is, until now.
My breathing slowed. I blinked even slower and tightened my grip on the
bottlenecks so hard, it felt like they might crackle into shards between my
fingers.
bottlenecks so hard, it felt like they might crackle into shards between my
fingers.
Sunlight flared in the depths of her hazel green eyes. Lightly tanned
skin and high cheekbones drew my gaze toward a set of supple, silk-smooth lips.
She didn’t bother trying to contain the renegade, wind-whipped strands of her
mane as they lashed about, tickling her sun-kissed complexion.
skin and high cheekbones drew my gaze toward a set of supple, silk-smooth lips.
She didn’t bother trying to contain the renegade, wind-whipped strands of her
mane as they lashed about, tickling her sun-kissed complexion.
Instead of giving me the results of the game, she fixed a little smirk on
her lips and came right back at me.
her lips and came right back at me.
“Guess.”
That was all the opening I needed. I took a step her direction, the
sea-dampened sand giving way under my feet.
sea-dampened sand giving way under my feet.
“Better luck next time.” I lifted the bottle. “How ‘bout a consolation
prize?”
prize?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Thanks, but no. I’m not much of a beer drinker.”
The condensation on the neck dripped from my fingertips as I offered her
the bottle once more.
the bottle once more.
“No strings.” I wiggled it. “Why waste this beautiful sunset sober?”
Just then, a wave hammered the shoreline behind her, surf thundering as
it roared our direction. It was on us in no time, swirling around our legs and
tugging at them like a deep sea vacuum. A shriek escaped from her lips. It
didn’t sound like fear though, more like a melodic blend of whimsy and
surprise.
it roared our direction. It was on us in no time, swirling around our legs and
tugging at them like a deep sea vacuum. A shriek escaped from her lips. It
didn’t sound like fear though, more like a melodic blend of whimsy and
surprise.
She hadn’t meant to do it.
Or maybe she had.
I steadied myself, flexing my legs and core while she clung to me. But
almost as soon as it came, the rushing current receded, leaving only her
fear-filled fingers clutched tight around my biceps.
almost as soon as it came, the rushing current receded, leaving only her
fear-filled fingers clutched tight around my biceps.
“Sorry.” She sputtered out a reedy breath and snatched her hands away,
forming two white-knuckled fists.
forming two white-knuckled fists.
The doe-eyed beauty stood there frozen stiff, in a defensive position
with her hands partially blocking her tits. I imagined those same delicate
fingers curled into the meat of my hips while I claimed her wet silk, taking
her under the stars in a secluded seaside hidey hole.
with her hands partially blocking her tits. I imagined those same delicate
fingers curled into the meat of my hips while I claimed her wet silk, taking
her under the stars in a secluded seaside hidey hole.
Author Bio
Sloan Storm pens imaginative yarns based on dominant men and
the women who challenge them. As such, power plays and passion are the heart of
each and every story.
the women who challenge them. As such, power plays and passion are the heart of
each and every story.
The writer’s creative tendencies may drift as the mood
strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place…
the polarizing difference between the sexes.
strikes, but the essence of all tales told wind up back at the same place…
the polarizing difference between the sexes.
After all, what else is there in life?
When not glued to a keyboard creating tales of whimsy, Sloan
loves to talk to fans! If you want to connect, you can do it in any number of
ways.
loves to talk to fans! If you want to connect, you can do it in any number of
ways.
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