Title: The
Billionaire Banker
Author: Georgia Le Carre
Published: October
1st, 2013
Word Count: 55,000
Genre: Erotic Romance
Content Warning: Explicit
Adult Content
Restricted Age: 18+
Synopsis:
When Lana Bloom learns the devastating news that her mother
is dying, she is faced with a terrible dilemma. The one thing that can
save her is the one thing she does not have. For young and innocent Lana,
the unthinkable becomes her only choice.
But when she walks through the door of that exclusive restaurant she has no idea of the seismic shift her life is about to take, for the highest bidder will not be the rich man she has accompanied. Fate drops her at the feet of the deeply mysterious and dazzlingly gorgeous American banker, Blake Law Barrington. Throbbing with raw masculinity and arrogance, this is a man who owns all that he pursues.
And now he wants her.
But when she walks through the door of that exclusive restaurant she has no idea of the seismic shift her life is about to take, for the highest bidder will not be the rich man she has accompanied. Fate drops her at the feet of the deeply mysterious and dazzlingly gorgeous American banker, Blake Law Barrington. Throbbing with raw masculinity and arrogance, this is a man who owns all that he pursues.
And now he wants her.
Lana cannot deny she is both intrigued and intoxicated by the world Blake inhabits and the smouldering passion he stirs in her body, but she is also fearful for this man is addictive, and right now she is very vulnerable. She knows she should focus only on the arrangement, but how can she…when he has opened a door that cannot be closed?
Excerpt:
It is Rupert’s
cold, hard voice that drags her back into that room. They had both not heard him enter. ‘I’m afraid she’s rather spoken for,’ he
drawls, but there is so much suppressed anger that his voice is like a blast of
icy air.
She snatches
her mouth away from Blake’s. He is
positioned between her and Rupert so his wide chest hides her from Rupert’s
condemnation. Her eyes, cloudy with
confusion and desire, are still caught in Blake’s gaze. For a few seconds more he does not release
her, but simply stares into their blue depths with something approaching
surprise. Then his eyes turn into hard
granite chips and his body stiffens as his hands tighten and curve protectively
around her waist. Slowly he turns to
face Rupert.
‘But still
unpaid for, I believe?’ he says, and looks down with a smile at Lana’s flushed,
troubled face. She has two very quick
impressions. He is a brilliant actor and
he is a cold man. A shockingly cold and
unemotional being.
Rupert directs his astonished, vicious eyes at
Lana’s. ‘You offered yourself to him
too?’
Lana stares mutely at Rupert. His eyes move derisively, hatefully over
her. She feels herself cringe.
‘Does he know
how much you charge?’
‘Do you doubt
I will be able to afford her?’ asks Blake.
Rupert
shrivels the way a leech that has had salt thrown on it does. ‘This is why you invited me here, isn’t
it?’
‘Yes.’
‘What a joke!’
he taunts, but his jibe lacks any real bite.
‘The great Barrington can’t find his own whore. He has to steal mine.’
‘I didn’t
steal her,’ Blake notes reasonably. ‘I
just offered to pay more.’
Rupert’s eyes
bulge, bug-like. ‘She’s just a cheap
bloody tart. I’ve just fingered her out
there,’ he taunts maliciously, jerking his dandruff-laden head in the direction
of the door.
Lana feels
Blake’s hand tighten around her waist.
‘Consider it an unearned freebie, then,’ he says quietly, but there is
warning in the calm words. A warning
that is not lost on Rupert. The air
becomes tight with tension. Lana looks from
one man to the other. It is like
watching two lions fighting for supremacy.
But her body knows which lion she wants to win this fight.
Rupert
shrugs. He knows he’d be a fool to go
against a Barrington. He has much to
lose. ‘If you think I’m going to fight
over her you’re mistaken. Have her.’
He turns on
his heel and leaves.
Blake lets go of Lana. She realizes she is trembling. She leans against the desk, hating herself,
but unable to stop—nothing is more important than the money—she asks, ‘Did you
mean it about the money?’
About the Author:
Georgia
Le Carre lives in England, in an old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded
by a magical garden filled with fruit and walnut trees.
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.
When she is not feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on moonlit nights. And often with the man of her dreams.
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