Title: Stripping The Billionaire (Heirs Of Damon #4)
Release Date: September 9th, 2014
About Stripping The Billionaire:
For the last eight months, Mandy has lived across the hall from a caveman.
He won’t trim his beard, he mostly talks in grunts, and he’ll hardly emerge from his cave of an apartment. Ben might be a grumpy mess, but she kind of likes him anyway. She’s not attracted to him, of course. Not at all. Those stray feelings are merely a fluke. She’s looking for a man who has it all together, and Ben isn’t even close.
Benjamin Damon is heir to a billion-dollar corporate empire, but he has put his family and that whole lifestyle behind him. No one knows who he is now—not even his pretty princess of a neighbor who refuses to leave him alone.
When she ropes him into taking her with him to work on his mother’s historic Savannah home, he knows it’s a mistake. Mandy represents the world he’s tried so hard to escape, and he can’t let one woman strip him of the new man he’s tried to become. The more he’s with her, though, the more he wants her. Despite his best efforts, he’s falling for her hard—and dreading the day she finds out all of his lies.
“What are you staring at, Cupcake?” he muttered, radiating more tension than ever.
And she was even drawn to his tension. What the hell was happening to her?
She wanted a good-looking, well-dressed man who had things together and was ready to be a husband. None of that was Ben.
To hide her response, she gave him a teasing grin. “Nothing. I’m just wondering if you’re hiding some sort of lost love behind all your grumpy muttering.”
“I’m not hiding any sort of love.” He was frowning, gruff, covered with hair. It was ridiculous that she was attracted to him.
Before she knew what she was doing, she stretched up to press a kiss just on the side of his mouth. His beard was scratchy under her lips but not unpleasant.
She wanted to kiss him again.
She felt his body tighten even more, and his arms jerked strangely.
She stepped back, flushing and horribly embarrassed.
God, she was an idiot. She’d made him uncomfortable, since their friendship had never allowed any sort of kissing.
“What was that for?” he demanded, his eyes searching her face strangely, like he might have suspected she was feeling in ways that were very inappropriate.
The last thing she wanted to do was get in the way of their friendship—one that meant a lot more to her than she’d realized until recently—with some stray, irrational lusts that could never turn into something serious.
So she managed a light grin and said, “That was because you’re pretty cute for a Neanderthal.”
Check out the other books in the Heirs Of Damon series:
Noelle handwrote her first romance novel in a spiral-bound notebook when she was twelve, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. She has lived in eight different states and currently resides in Virginia, where she teaches English, reads any book she can get her hands on, and offers tribute to a very spoiled cocker spaniel. She loves travel, art, history, and ice cream. After spending far too many years of her life in graduate school, she has decided to reorient her priorities and focus on writing contemporary romances.
My father was most certainly NOT an innocent man. As the leader of the Gypsy Brothers MC, he was guilty of many things. But he died for a crime that he didn’t commit, framed by an enemy within who then stole his club and everything he had ever worked to protect. Including my innocence. When Dornan Ross framed my father, he set into motion a series of events that could never be undone. My father was murdered by Dornan Ross and his sons when I was fifteen years old. Before my father died, Dornan and his sons stole my innocence, branded my skin and in doing so, ensured that their lives would be prematurely cut short. That they would suffer. I’ve just turned twenty-one, and I’m out for blood. I'm out for revenge. But I didn't expect to fall for Jase, the youngest brother in the club. I didn't expect that he would turn my world upside down, yank my heart out of my chest and ride away into the sunset with it. Now, I'm faced with an impossible choice - Jase, or avenging my fathers death?
Excerpt 1
Dornan kneels in front of me so that his face is inches from mine. I can smell mint on his breath and some kind of aftershave mixed in with his sweat. It’s not offensive, except that it’s his.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you all afternoon,” he says, walking his fingers up my thighs. I smile naughtily at him as he threads a finger inside my panties, searching.
I fidget as he finds my pussy and inserts one finger, then two, then pushes three in. I can’t help it. I moan as he applies the slightest pressure to my clit with the pad of his thumb. I can’t keep looking at him, I need to close my eyes, so I pull his face to mine, our lips crashing together in a kind of frenzy.
He takes his hand away and tugs at my dress, taking it over my head before throwing it to the floor. I wince as he lightly traces the intricate patterns of roses and a phoenix rising from the ashes that now adorns my midsection.
“Need to be inside you, baby girl,” he moans, unbuttoning his jeans and letting his hardness rise to full size. I have a chance to study it more closely. Yup. No wonder my ass is so sore. His cock is huge.
He doesn’t even bother taking my panties off, just pushes them to the side with rough, crazed hands. I am equal parts thrilled and terrified that I have had this effect on him in the space of a few short hours. I think briefly of my makeover and mentally high-five myself for getting everything completely right.
I have cheated. I have given my body and my life to the man who destroyed my family and left me for dead. I have killed, I have sinned, and worst of all, I have enjoyed the misery of others. I have licked the salty tears of a father mourning his firstborn son, and nothing has ever tasted so sweet. I have died, and I have been resurrected, a phoenix from the ashes. I know I’m going to hell. I’ll burn in the fiery pits alongside Dornan and his sons for the things I’ve done, and for the things I’m about to do. But I don’t care. It will be worth every lick of the devil's flames on my guilty flesh to destroy Dornan Ross.
One down. Six to go.
Five Miles..... My father taught me the importance of an eye for an eye—a cardinal rule, ingrained in every club member.
A life for a life. Seven lives in payment for an unimaginable list of sins. People might wonder why I’m doing this. If this vengeance is borne from some noble cause, that I’m trying to prevent others from suffering at the hands of Dornan Ross and his sons. But I’m no vigilante. I’m doing it for me. I’m doing it because I want to. Because the look on Maxi and Chad’s faces when I killed them was a balm to my soul. This is the fate they have earned. The penance for their crimes. Two down, five to go. Time to send some of these brothers off with a bang.
And then there wasThree Years..... Every day for six years, I used to pray that I would find my way back to the boy I loved. Until finally, one day, I did. But that’s the funny thing about life. Nothing good ever lasts, not for me, anyway. You think you’re the one with the power, at least I did, but then I got careless. One tiny mistake, and now I am powerless to stop what comes next. People think money equals power, but all the money in my bank account, the dirty notes laundered clean that my father left for me, are useless. Money does not equal power. Power is held by the one with the knife in his hand, tracing shallow cuts into your skin. Power is held by the one who owns you. I had power once. Now, I have nothing.
Lili writes dark erotica and NA. Her debut serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the remaining books in the series to release in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband, good coffee, hanging at the beach and running. She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
Joshua Elijah Griffin, IV is on his last chance. A stint in rehab and a transfer to a new school has scared him into putting his life on track. He’s determined to live up to his family’s expectations, but on the first day of class, Josh meets a girl. He knows his father won’t approve, but in Carrington, he sees a kindred spirit. He's willing to give up everything to be with her.
No one ever thought much of her.
Carrington Olivia Butler is ready to shine. Always in the background, she goes away to college to break out of her shell. Carrington wants to feel special. Josh's attention is exactly what she craves, but their intense and sometimes volatile relationship is more than she bargained for.
As their relationship progresses, Josh’s demons return, and Carrington’s feelings fade, but they aren’t ready to give up hope. They give their love one last shot to survive, but hope, may not be enough.
**This book contains adult subject matter. Not intended for young readers.**
Hope For Him ( Hope Series, Book #2 ): What do you hope for, now?
- Available December 2014
Hope For Us ( Hope Series #3 ): What do you hope for, still?
- Available February 2015
About The Author
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a New Adult Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader and movie fanatic whoSydney has been blogging at sydneyaaliyah.com for three years, where she interviews people about their tattoos, discusses her favorite movie quotes, reviews books (New Adult & only the ones she loves) and journals about her writing and editing process. Hails from Texas. After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.Sydney’s self-published debut New Adult Novel Another New Life released June 2014. An active tweeter, she is also a JuNoWriMo (2x) and NaNoWriMo (2x) winners who notes the sci-fi action flick “The Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is blessed to be awake now and doing what she loves.
To judge and execute. That is
Ruin's power and desire. But Ruin's memory is empty of how he came to be here
on Earth and why. After saving Isadore-- a neuroscientist living in the swamps
of Louisiana-- from a sexual predator, she volunteers to help him.
Ruin soon discovers that
judging and executing wicked humans while linked to such a difficult and
beautiful woman who can't help but involve herself in every aspect of his
business, is proving to be more difficult than judging the world.
Author
Bio
My name is Lucian Bane, and I'm an Ineffable
Dom. That just means, do yourself a favor and please don't try to fit me into
categories. Complicated Dom, Intricate Dom, or Confounding Dom work too.
I don't want a woman I can break, or
overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can come undone
with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with into that abyss of holy
hell, this is beyond me, beyond my control.
I think there are many men like myself, and I
hope my writing will be a map for them. (A map for women as well, to let them
know Doms like this exist.) I want to challenge them to go for the complete
power exchange with a woman, but don't be a coward and not give the same that
they demand or expect. Consider that when you give one hundred percent of
yourself to a person, there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to
them the way they belong to you.
Inner Doms need a master to train them. I once
bowed to my Dom's reckless and tireless desires, but when I gained control, he
bowed to my will. The transformation made me into what I am today. What many
would call an Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla world, in my
opinion, is a real man.
To
judge and execute. That is Ruin's power and desire. But Ruin's memory is empty
of how he came to be here on Earth and why. After saving Isadore-- a
neuroscientist living in the swamps of Louisiana-- from a sexual predator, she
volunteers to help him.
Ruin
soon discovers that judging and executing wicked humans while linked to such a
difficult and beautiful woman who can't help but involve herself in every
aspect of his business, is proving to be more difficult than judging the world.
Author Bio
My name is Lucian Bane, and I'm an Ineffable Dom. That just
means, do yourself a favor and please don't try to fit me into categories.
Complicated Dom, Intricate Dom, or Confounding Dom work too.
I don't want a woman I can break, or overpower, or exercise my
dominance over. I want a woman I can come undone with. I want a woman I can
jump off the cliff with into that abyss of holy hell, this is beyond me, beyond
my control.
I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing
will be a map for them. (A map for women as well, to let them know Doms like
this exist.) I want to challenge them to go for the complete power exchange
with a woman, but don't be a coward and not give the same that they demand or
expect. Consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a person,
there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way they
belong to you.
Inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my Dom's
reckless and tireless desires, but when I gained control, he bowed to my will.
The transformation made me into what I am today. What many would call an
Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla world, in my opinion, is a
real man.
To
judge and execute. That is Ruin's power and desire. But Ruin's memory is
empty of how he came to be here on Earth and why. After saving Isadore-- a
neuroscientist living in the swamps of Louisiana-- from a sexual predator, she
volunteers to help him.
Ruin soon discovers
that judging and executing wicked humans while linked to such a difficult and
beautiful woman who can't help but involve herself in
every aspect of his business, is proving to be more difficult than judging the
world.
Author Bio
My name is Lucian
Bane, and I'm an Ineffable Dom. That just means, do yourself
a favor and please don't try to fit me into categories. Complicated
Dom, Intricate Dom, or Confounding Dom work too.
I don't want a woman
I can break, or overpower, or exercise my dominance over. I want a woman I can
come undone with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with into that abyss
of holy hell, this is beyond me, beyond my control.
I think there are
many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. (A map for
women as well, to let them know Doms like this
exist.) I want to challenge them to go for the complete power exchange with a
woman, but don't be a coward and not give the same that they demand or expect.
Consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a person, there
is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way they belong to
you.
Inner Doms need a master to train them. I once bowed to my Dom's
reckless and tireless desires, but when I gained control, he bowed to my will.
The transformation made me into what I am today. What many would call an
Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla
world, in my opinion, is a real man.
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