Contemporary Fiction

Billionaire Undeceived from New York Times Bestselling Author J.S. Scott.

I’d moved from the city to rural Montana for a reason. Unfortunately, I couldn’t share that reason with anyone, including Devon Remington, no matter how hard the insufferable billionaire tried to pry into my personal life.

Devon was a thorn in my side. The cynical jerk had been trying to find out my secrets since the day I’d arrive in Crystal Fork, Montana.

We despised each other…until the day when everything changed between the two of us, and I started to see another side of the infuriating man.

Problem was, I couldn’t allow myself to get too close to him, no matter how much I wanted to get to know the enigmatic man.

And I definitely couldn’t give in to the white hot chemistry between the two of us.

Devon could never really know me, and I had a feeling that the gorgeous man had secrets of his own that he’d never share with anyone.

I told myself that we needed to keep our secrets and our hands to ourselves.

Simple, right?

Yeah, it should have been easy, but things eventually became much more complicated than I ever could have imagined…

Author Note: Billionaire Undeceived is a book from the Montana Billionaires from The Billionaire’s Obsession series. For maximum enjoyment of this book, I suggest reading the Montana Billionaires in order, starting with Kaleb’s book, Billionaire Unexplained. The Montana Billionaires series is a small town, billionaire romance series with no cheating and a guaranteed HEA.

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When a chance at being a bridesmaid turns into a chance at being the bride . . . how could she possibly refuse?

Hudson Hopper is in some trouble. After doing his business partner a favour by hiring his younger sister, Sloane, as his assistant, Hudson very quickly finds out that she is a massive distraction.

But when Sloane is asked to fill in as a bridesmaid for another of Hudson’s business partners, she comes up with an equal trade. She’ll be a part of the regency-themed wedding – corset and all – if Hudson marries her. Sloane knows the value of the trade: he needs her, and she needs his wedding ring to get her into a high-society club and further her career.

It’s an instant no from Hudson at first, but when she convinces him that no one will find out – including her brother – and that he will certainly benefit from the marriage too . . . well, Hudson suddenly finds himself saying ‘I do.’

Also a standalone, this is the third book in Meghan Quinn’s steamy and hilarious Bridesmaid for Hire series: all the comical chaos of Bridget Jones, the romcom tension of Anyone But You, and the irresistibly spicy flirtations of The Idea of You . . .

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One million dollars.
To have my boss’s baby.
What would YOU do?

For two years, I’ve watched Oleg Pavlov from afar.
Dreamed about him in ways that would get me fired on the spot.

He’s not just my boss—he’s THE boss.
The mob-connected CEO who makes his fellow billionaires stammer and squirm.
Built like a Greek statue with tattoos that disappear beneath expensive suits and scars that whisper stories he’ll never tell aloud.

I fake like he doesn’t light me on fire with a single look.
I ignore how my skin hums when he walks past.
I pretend I don’t notice his ice-blue eyes following me down endless hallways.

We had boundaries. Lines. Rules.
Until the day he called me into his office and changed everything.

“One million dollars,” he said, sliding a contract across his desk. “To have my child.”

I said no.
Walked out.
Some lines shouldn’t be crossed, even for life-changing money.

Then some photos leaked.
Photos of ME.
Photos that were never meant to see the light of day.

And suddenly, Oleg is the only one who can save me.

So I go to him.
He’s waiting in his corner office, looking at me like he knew I’d come crawling back.
Like he’s been WAITING.

“The offer has changed, Ms. Palmer,” he says, voice rough and feral with something I’ve never heard before.
“Nine months isn’t enough anymore.”

Then he slides the NEW contract across his desk…

DIRTY DAMAGE is Book 1 in the Pavlov Bratva duet. Oleg and Sutton’s story continues in Book 2, DIRTY GROVEL.

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Louie
My mother taught me one valuable lesson that I’ve used to get to where I am today. And
where am I? Las Vegas.
Who am I? Well, that depends on who you are. To some, I’m the king. The judge, juror, and
executioner. To others, I’m just another rich asshole who owns a few casinos.
But I own more than that. I own the strip and the streets surrounding it. I own this city, and
it’ll have to be wretched from my cold, dead hands before I hand it over to anyone else.
When I spot her, I don’t sense the desperation that wafts off the usual crowd. No, she has a
loneliness that rivals my own, a sadness that I want to soak in, and a body made to sin with.
What was that lesson my mother taught me? Trust no one. The thing is, Charlotte is taking a
wrecking ball to that lesson because every fiber of my being wants to trust this woman.

Charlotte
When you don’t want to be seen, find a crowded place and blend in.
That’s exactly why I came to Vegas. To not be seen. I figured with all the flashing lights,
alcohol, drugs, people… no one would notice me.
But he did. And I don’t know how to get him to unsee me. Or if I even want him to.
This city was supposed to be my sanctuary, a place to forget who I am. Or should I say who I
was? A place to let go of the past. A place no one would ever think to look for me.
It was supposed to be just one weekend. But now I think it might be so much more…

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They say love is all you need.
They’re wrong.

Sometimes, no matter how much you want to stop it from happening, you have to watch the person you love most in the world slip through your fingers. Even when it feels entirely wrong, you can still find yourself sitting in a lawyer’s office with your spouse, negotiating the terms of your divorce.

It doesn’t matter that she’s the only woman I’ve ever loved. Or that we both meant it when we promised each other forever. It matters even less that she can still make my knees weak with nothing more than a smile. None of that is enough to fix the things we’ve spent a lifetime together breaking.

We were meant to be together but destined to be apart. So we’re doing just that—separating our joined lives into two distinct, single ones. An amicable uncoupling. Or so it appears on the surface.

Only it’s not so easy to extricate yourself from someone who’s been a part of your life for two decades. It’s even harder to deny the physical attraction that’s still there, simmering underneath the surface. If only we didn’t have so much baggage, maybe we could enjoy some no-strings fun to take the edge off the whole divorce situation.

That thought is exactly how I wind up doing the unthinkable: having an affair.
With my wife.
Knee-deep in lawyer negotiations, we’re sneaking around behind everyone’s backs. Secret hotel meetups, burner phones, lying to my family, the works. And despite the physical attraction—and the way she still moans my name—the divorce is going ahead. We’ve made too many mistakes to fix them now.

Or have we? Because what’s happening between us seems like it surpasses the boundaries of a physical affair. What if this is our chance to fix everything we got so very wrong the first time around?

With my family on one side and my wife on the other, I’m torn between what I should do and what I want to do. Torn between my head and my heart.

No matter what I decide, one thing is for certain: There is no such thing as no-strings-attached when the object of your infatuation is also the love of your life.

Rebound is a standalone second chance billionaire romance. With a whole lot of angst and a HEA guaranteed.

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Dirty dancing leads to a chance at forever in this sizzling single parent, found family, small town romance by Jessica Peterson.

As a recently divorced single mom, I have zero interest in flirting with guys while on a rare girls’ weekend away with my sisters. I just want to have fun, celebrate my new job, and listen to live music at a honky tonk.

But when I literally stumble into the most gorgeous guy ever on the dance floor, those plans go up in smoke. Growing up on the barrel racing circuit, I’ve seen my fair share of sexy cowboys. But this particular one is hot as hell: Sawyer’s got a mustache, tattoos, and a very filthy mouth.

Needless to say, we end up naked in his swanky hotel room. It’s the best sex of my life. And the way Sawyer treats me like a queen? A girl could get used to that kind of adoration.

Good thing he’ll only be a one-night stand I can look back on with a smile. I’m rebuilding my life from scratch, and I need to focus on my three-year-old daughter and the dream job I just landed.

Imagine my surprise, then, when I move to Hartsville and run into a tattooed cowboy with an adorable daughter of his own. Now, Sawyer wants more than the occasional playdates between our girls. But the closer we become, the more determined this sexy single dad is to keep me forever.

As much as I’m falling for Sawyer, I’m terrified. I’ve been down this road before with my ex, and I wonder if I can trust this cowboy. Will he rope the moon for me? Or is my heart destined to be trampled all over again?

SAWYER is a standalone book in the interconnected Lucky River Ranch Series.

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