Fact: I haven’t actually been arrested or indicted.
More important fact: I inadvertently messed up—big-time.
Two strangers in a foreign country, we said hello.
Hello turned into a kiss.
A kiss turned into a rendezvous.
At the end of the day…
He will have her.
If you love wealthy, possessive alpha males and strong heroines, this series is for YOU!
Possessive Playboy is the second book in the Cocky Suits Chicago series, but they can be read in any order. It’s a full-length standalone romance novel with a Happily Ever After.
What readers are saying:
No way. Um…this is love!
Actually…could it be?
Isla’s not faking it. Jessie can’t. As the game of let’s pretend gets real, Jessie forgets all about revenge. That’s the problem. His plan is already out of his control. Now it could undo everything they’ve been trying to build. Coming clean may be the only thing that can save it.
He’s gorgeous, a little bit cunning, and willing to help Blaire get the inside scoop on Jessie—for a price.
Now caught between two men—one totally right and the other totally wrong—Blaire will need to decide just how much she’s willing to risk…and whom she’s willing to risk it for.
I just have to remember Rule Number One. Zach might be a great player, on the field and off, but I know better than to fall for your boss. By the way, I’m proud to say that I didn’t strip for him—then.
I’ve spent the last five years without her and I refuse to waste another day. I have a solid plan. All of my figurative ducks are in a row. I’m going balls to the wall, and I’m not stopping until I win back the only girl I’ve ever loved.
The light from the wine bar illuminates her face. A stark pain flashes in her blue eyes. That ache in my chest slices through me like a hot knife. “Why did you leave me, Brant?” she asks, and pushes her hair away from her face. “You’re the one that walked out of the bar just now.” “No, I mean all those years ago.”
There’s only one problem. This war isn’t just about business.
Because when they’re not butting heads… They’re banging headboards.
The attraction between us is undeniable and something we can’t ignore.
But there’s a secret that threatens to come between us. When we uncover more than we should, things become dangerous.
Premium scotch aged to perfection, making money before sunrise, nine holes of golf and interesting conversation. Those are the things most known about me. Toss in a leggy brunette or a stunning redhead at a society event for good measure and there’s a story to amuse the public. But, my story goes deeper—to the past that I left behind.
Sooner or later past and present collide. I never dreamed Stevie Brockman would be part of both.