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Four clean romances with a touch of suspense!
Four regular guys met at Harvard and decided to create a video game together. When it went viral, the former "Beta Boys" became the "Billionaire Boys." Three years later . . .

Hiding with the Billionaire - Two Hearts. One Threat. Zero Do-Overs.
Luck of the Billionaire - She's willing; he's wary. In a world of risks, will Kayn take the biggest gamble?
Three Fortunes for the Billionaire - Will their love be the melody that heals, or the discord that shatters them both?
A Lass for the Billionaire - Love and secrets collide—a second chance at love, a first chance at truth, and a life on the line…

Main Tropes

  • Billionaire Romance
  • Second Chance Romance
  • Sworn off romance

Synopsis

Four clean romances with a touch of suspense!

Four regular guys met at Harvard and decided to create a video game together. When it went viral, the former "Beta Boys" became the "Billionaire Boys." Three years later . . .

Hiding with the Billionaire - Two Hearts. One Threat. Zero Do-Overs.

Luck of the Billionaire - She's willing; he's wary. In a world of risks, will Kayn take the biggest gamble?

Three Fortunes for the Billionaire - Will their love be the melody that heals, or the discord that shatters them both?

A Lass for the Billionaire - Love and secrets collide—a second chance at love, a first chance at truth, and a life on the line…

Each book in this collection can be read as a stand-alone, but they do share an overlapping timeline and are best read in order.

Intro Into Chapter One

From Three Fortunes for the Billionaire

“Just meet her before you decide,” Rafe said.

“But I have the perfect solution.” Ezreal explained his idea.

Before Rafe could respond, a child’s gleeful squeal came from behind the house, and both men stood.

“I can’t do it.” Ezreal’s breathing had turned ragged. “I have to go.”

Before he could move, a little girl ran around the corner of the house, her pale hair streaming behind her as she ran from Rafe’s younger sister Lessa. The new child’s laughter rang through the yard like a flute solo. The soft breeze rustling through the trees and the monster-like growling noises that came from Lessa, adding to the orchestral depth. Ezreal wished he were sitting at his computer to capture the music they were making.

When the blonde girl became aware of the two men, she stopped abruptly. Lessa nearly plowed into her. Then she saw her big brother.

“Rafe!” She flew up the stairs and threw herself into his arms for a hug and then did the same to Ezreal.

“Who’s this?” Rafe nodded toward her friend.

“Janna. Don’t you like her name? I do. When I’m a mama and have a little girl, I’m going to name her Janna.” Lessa put a hand on each man’s arm and said to her friend, “This is my big brother. Remember me telling you about him? And this here’s Ezreal, but we call him Ez. He’s like an uncle because he’s like Rafe’s brother even if Rafe’s my brother and not my uncle.” Lessa frowned, as though her train of thought had confused her.

“Nice to meet you, Janna,” Rafe said. “Are you in Lessa’s class at school?”

The little girl nodded but stayed where she was. Ezreal sensed the child’s wariness. He knew that feeling all too well himself. She’d either experienced something bad in her life or someone close to her had warned her about being cautious. For her to be so leery, she’d have had to hear it often.

The music of her laughter lingered in his mind, and it saddened him that it had shut down as soon as she’d come upon the men. Was it because they were strangers or because they were men?

The hair on the back of Ezreal’s neck stood up, and he clenched his fists. If someone had hurt this child . . . He took a slow breath and calmed himself. No need to jump to conclusions just because he’d been bullied as a kid.

To avoid towering over her, he eased back into the rocking chair and signaled for Rafe to do the same. He did and pulled Lessa to his side.

“Hello,” Ezreal said, his voice soft. “Are you in kindergarten too?”

Janna nodded.

“Do you like it?”

She nodded again but said nothing.

“It’s been a long time since I was in kindergarten. I remember that my favorite thing was the chocolate milk.” Ezreal grinned happily and rubbed his stomach. “I think it’s probably still my favorite drink.”

“It is,” Lessa cried. “Ma makes sure to have chocolate milk with Sunday dinner every week just for you.”

“Does she really?” He glanced at her in surprise.

“You know Ma.” Rafe shot him a knowing grin. “She aims to please.”

“I like chocolate milk too,” came a soft voice from the bottom of the porch steps.

“I see you have good taste.” Ezreal slowly started rocking his chair. “What else do you like about kindergarten?”

“I like coloring,” Lessa piped up.

“I like recess.” Janna moved to the first step.

“Because you get to go outside?” Ezreal asked.

“Yes. I like it better than being inside. It’s stuffy there.”

“But you like to color too,” Lessa added.

Ezreal glanced at Rafe’s little sister, appreciative that she seemed to understand how skittish her friend was. Did Lessa know why the girl was so nervous?

“I like music time better. Mama does too.” Janna watched Ezreal.

The color of her eyes tugged at a memory. The pale gray irises were surrounded by a dark blue. Where had he seen eyes like that before?

“Are you going to help with Mama’s class?” Janna asked.

Ezreal stopped rocking for a second, confused. Then it hit him—this child was the piano teacher’s daughter. His stomach knotted, and his heart started to pound again. He took a deep breath, preparing to tell her that he couldn’t help.

“Does she still need helpers?” That hadn’t come out right. Ezreal’s hand shook as it gripped the arms of the rocker.

Janna nodded. She looked like she wanted to say something else but glanced first at Rafe and Lessa and then around the yard as though there might be someone there spying on them.

Ezreal couldn’t help scanning the area too. What was the child afraid of? Who was she afraid of? When the little girl took the final step, he looked at her. She now stood a few inches from his knees, gazing at him with those intense gray eyes. He didn’t move.

“Mama says not just anyone can come to our house,” Janna finally said, her voice so soft it came out as a whisper. “We have to be careful.”

Something in the girl’s voice made the hair stand up again on the back of Ezreal’s neck, and he found himself checking the driveway again. Was Janna’s family afraid of someone in particular, or was her mother just paranoid? A single mother with a couple of kids had reason to be concerned. Boone’s crime rate might be lower than the national average, but it did have crimes, some of them violent.

“So not just anyone can help teach?” Rafe shot Ezreal a knowing sidelong glance.

“No,” Janna said. “Lessa said you play the piano.”

“I play a lot of instruments.” Ezreal started rocking again, more slowly this time.

“He writes music.” Rafe started his chair moving. His sister had her arm thrown around his neck, her head leaning against his.

“Mama writes music too.” Janna stepped a little closer. “What kind do you like?”

Ezreal considered before answering. It was a broad question, but she was very young. Since she was a classmate of Lessa’s, Janna was probably five or six. How much did she understand? He needed to know more.

“I like the music that’s all around us. Can you hear it?” Ezreal tilted his head and glanced toward the trees where a soft breeze tickled the leaves. Birds chirped a descant. He smiled, his right hand moving with the beat.

Janna came to stand next to him and rested her elbow on his knee, her head turned as though she were listening. His throat tightened. A child’s trust was no small thing, and Ezreal would never do anything to betray it. Not turning his head, he shot Rafe a sidelong glance. He seemed to understand the significance and gave a soft nod.

“I can hear it too,” she whispered.

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