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Nathan Davenport, CEO of the Davenport empire, is my complete opposite. He hates chocolate. I'm a size sixteen dessert chef. He only wears black. I love glitter and pink. He's grumpy, while I look on the brighter side of life. Too bad his piercing eyes, and high cheekbones, haunt my dreams. When he offers to loan me the money to save my bakery, I have no choice but to agree.

Sebastian "grumphole" Sovrano is ruthless, arrogant, and fixated on me. The first time we meet at a bar, I dump my drink all over him. He's grumpy, high-handed, full of himself, and...so very appealing. No way can I act on the attraction that sizzles between us, right? But I need to get custody of my daughter, and he promises to help me. Provided I pose as his wife. Only problem? I can't resist his mean smirk, his wickedness that appeals to the darkness inside of me.

Liam Kincaid. Super grumpy. Super grouchy. Super tall, dark...hottie. Whose engagement I was responsible for breaking up. It was all a big mistake...honest. Only he doesn’t see it that way.

Arpad growlypants Beauchamp a.k.a. Grumpzilla. The first time he met me, he told me that he hated my company. I retaliated by spitting my Chai Tea Latte all over his tailormade slacks. He granted the security agency I run his business, anyway, huh? Clearly, it's because he wants to control me. To make my life miserable. To become a thorn in my side, glowering down at me from his superior height. So when I end up stowing away on his boat, by a quirk of fate, I demand he turn back.

Christian Roberto Domenico Sovrano could have any woman he wants, but he's totally focused on me. He's obsessed with me. He lives to make my life miserable. It's why he asked me to pose as his fake wife for 30 days. Thirty days! In return for saving my life from the wrath of the Mafia. Oh! He also wants me to attend his family's Christmas getaway. And pretend to be his loving, devoted spouse. Guess what happens next? We get lost in the forest...and snowed in for Christmas. And have to share the same bed. But hell if I am going to simply agree to his terms.

On your knees...Father Edward Chase. Brooding. Growly. And...unavailable. He's the hot priest. I am a belly dancer. He's haunted by his past. I am trying to carve out a future for my studio. He’s at war with himself, and I am the casualty. There is nothing he will put before his calling. No stone he will leave unturned for his flock. He’ll never give in to the attraction between us, So what if he stars in all my dreams? He may be a man of God. But for me, he is temptation personified. Making him fall for me is all I ever wanted. Until he reveals his secret...

Tyler Davenport is six-feet-four-inches of pure gorgeousness in a tailored suit. Former-Marine turned billionaire. Devoted single dad. The man whose penetrating gaze makes my heart race. And now... my boss. I was handling it. Really. Until his little girl called me mommy over breakfast. Until I caught him watching me with heated eyes across the dinner table. Until he demanded I become his wife just for show, just for a year to claim his inheritance. Now we're sharing a roof. A bathroom. A bed His touch lingers too long to be accidental.

He’s my second chance. The man with the face of my first love. A terrifying and magnetically gorgeous man with brutal blue eyes. An outlaw whose very presence sucks the air from my lungs. A monster who doesn't remember his past, whose soul is shrouded in scars, pain, and darkness. A villain who refuses to acknowledge my very existence. The rogue who I am going to marry, for this may be the only chance I have to find happiness. So what if it means binding myself to a man who hates me? Except "until death do us part" is going to come quicker than anyone knows....

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.

Quentin Davenport is my ex-boyfriend’s father ... And my new marriage of convenience husband. When my boyfriend leaves me at the altar, Quentin offers to marry me! No way can I accept it, Especially since Quentin is much older than me. He's a tall, dark and tattooed former Marine, whose grumpy disposition leaves much to be desired. But this way I can salvage my dignity... Also, I can get back at my ex.

Edward Chase. Ex-priest. Now, General Manager of the London Ice Kings hockey team and the new CEO of the Davenport empire. The first time we met I spilt coffee all over his $10,000 suit. He looked at me like I was an inconvenience. I despised him at once. So, imagine my shock when he turns out to be my new boss? He’s stern, forbidding and determined never to love again. I’m a curvy romantic, who believes in happily ever afters.

Weston bloody Kincaid. The billionaire who wore £7,000 suits like he was doing them a favor. When he wasn't filling out his doctor's scrubs like they were tailor-made for him. Exactly the kind of man who needed to be taken down a notch. Definitely not the kind with whom you want to spend any extended period of time. Absolutely not stuck with him in a remote cabin during the holiday season. Totally completely not snowed in together over Christmas.... Help!

Seven snarly, grumpy jerkfaces. Seven years ago. One secret. I will not stop until I hunt down every last person responsible for the incident. Until then...I fight, I build my empire. Become a billionaire in my own right. Women...they are simply irritants. So why is every encounter so empty? Meaningless. What am I searching for? Who am I in quest of? Will I know her when I see her? How will it be to hold her, have her, possess her, Make her...mine!

He's an ex-soldier. I am the woman his friend turned his back on. He's trying to escape his demons. I am trying to get over being abandoned. The connection between us is intense, forbidden...and all wrong. My heart belongs to someone else. So why is my traitorous body unable to ignore him? Find out in Book 2 of the Big Bad Billionaires series.

Saint Jordan Killian Black. A gazillionaire with a panty-melting smirk, and a soul as dark as his name. I wanted a child. He wanted a willing slave. I wanted someone to break me and build me up again. He wanted no emotions, no connection. A simple transaction, that's what he said it would be. I needed something in me to shatter, so I could finally live.

Knox Davenport. Six feet three inches of glower, and with a presence that fills any room he walks into, is my boss. Too bad I’m secretly in love with him. He’s a former Marine and the new CEO of the Davenport Group. I'm a lowly assistant. He doesn’t even know my name. I can't get him out of my mind. The man’s obnoxious, and disagreeable and has an ego I want to take down several notches. So why can’t I get over this unreasonable attraction? Besides I need this job so I can pay my bills...and put my siblings through college.

Damian 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.

A brutal mob boss is brought to heel by the fiery spirit of a jazz dancer who teaches him the meaning of love, in this enemies-to-lovers, marriage-of-convenience dark billionaire romance.

I got pregnant from a one-night stand with my worst enemy. Then I walked into the office to find out he was my new boss.... In my defense, I hadn’t planned on having anything to do with Hunter Whittington again.

I wasn’t supposed to be on the beach that night. Neither was Declan Beauchamp, the super-hot, super-bad-boy upcoming actor. He saved me from being hurt. But his life changed forever.