The Billionaire's Love Story eBook Bundle (EBOOKS)

“Anything can be bought, Savannah, and everything has a price.”
“Only in your universe, Tobias.”

 💝 An unputdownable, sexy, addictive billionaire office romance  💝

• She’s a debt ridden single mom
• He’s a tormented billionaire
• Rags to riches
• Billionaire workplace romance
• Slow burn
• Opposites attract
• Workplace romance

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "The characters are amazing.”

ABOUT THIS SERIES

What happens when the billionaire with too much money meets the single mom with too much heart?

Tobias Stone, a troubled billionaire, lives an empty life devoid of love. Haunted by demons from his past, he uses his wealth to insulate him from the real world.

Savannah Page, a divorced and debt-ridden single mom, has fled an abusive marriage and arrives in New York with her young son, eager to make a new start.

She lands a job in Tobias's company and quickly finds herself drawn into the sizzling, simmering chemistry between them.

But complications abound: 

He's filthy rich, she's dirt poor. 

He pays for sex, she's a loving single mom.

Women lust after him.

She's still recovering from her ex's emotional abuse.

This is an opposites attract, slow burn, steamy billionaire romance, featuring a ruthless businessman with a heart of stone and the struggling single mom who isn't looking for love.

It's a rags-to-riches feel-good Cinderella story with NO CHEATING, no other woman drama, and a much deserved HEA.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "What an amazing book! I loved it.” -Reviewer

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Couldn’t stop reading once I began!” -Reviewer

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "I couldn’t put it down. Will there be a HEA? We’ll have to see. I can’t wait to start the next one. This is definitely a must read.” -Reviewer

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "I loved loved loved this series, I couldn’t put it down.” -Reviewer

THIS SPECIAL EBOOK BUNDLE CONTAINS THE BOXED SETS FROM THE BILLIONAIRE’S LOVE STORY + THE PROMISE (prequel) + 2 BONUS EPILOGUES + 

EBOOKS INCLUDED IN BUNDLE:

These books should be read in the following order:

💝 The Promise (prequel)

💝 The Gift, Books 1-3

💝 The Offer, Books 1-3

💝 The Vow, Books 1-3

💝  The Wish (a Christmas short story)

💝 A 2^nd Bonus Epilogue

* PLEASE NOTE: These are DIGITAL downloads/ebooks, and NOT paperback books.

Click here for audiobooks for THE GIFT BOOKS 1-3 & THE OFFER BOOKS 1-3 (the audiobook for THE VOW BOOKS 1-3 is not yet done.)

READ AN EXCERPT 

The highlight of their weekend had been putting up the small two-foot-long Christmas tree that Savannah had bought from Wal-Mart. It was gaudy and fake, but she and Jacob had decorated it with excitement and joy, munching on Oreos and pretzels and dancing to songs on the radio.

Things turned even better on Monday when luck smiled down. One of the agencies called her first thing in the morning as she got ready for another day of wandering around New York.

Her self-esteem hovered somewhere between mildly hopeful and cautiously realistic. But the call from the agency telling her that an urgent last-minute job had come up was the best Christmas gift she could have hoped for.

 Was she interested?

She most certainly was.

The work would be boring and tedious basic administrative tasks. Did she mind?

She didn’t care as long as they paid her.

Could she take it?

Oh, god, yes!

Could she start today?

She was already there.

 Savannah stared at the tall skyscraper and took a deep breath in. A few weeks of filing at this place? She’d clean the toilets here willingly if they asked her.

She stepped inside the cool metallic and marble interior of Stone Enterprises and stared at the pale gray walls and the leather and steel furnishings that surrounded her. White porcelain vases full of lilies adorned the place.

The recruitment agency had told her she’d need to look super sharp in a place like this even if she was only doing menial tasks.

Savannah gave her name and the name of the person she was supposed to work for to the cool blonde at reception. The woman looked so smart and stylish that Savannah stared at her own clothes in dismay. She’d worn her black suit. It had never been a suit, just separates, but the color seemed similar enough that her ensemble could pass as a suit, even though the material of her skirt was different than that of her jacket.

“Please take a seat,” the blonde receptionist told her. “Someone will come down for you shortly.” Noting the woman’s blonde pony-tailed hair, Savannah fingered her own mousy brown hair gingerly, trying to smooth it. She looked around as people strode in purposefully. Not only was it the wrong color, it wasn’t even within an inch of being as groomed and as shiny as the hair of the women who worked here.

She stared in further dismay at her shoes which she’d polished on the weekend but which now exhibited telltale splashes of Jacob’s orange paint on one of them.

How come she hadn’t noticed that earlier?

She considered going to the ladies room but decided to postpone that until later, after her boss had shown her the tasks. She sat down on the soft padded leather sofa, waiting nervously and feeling out of place as time went by.

It’s only filing, she reminded herself. I can do this.

The elevator doors in front of her opened and the noise of sharp, high-heeled footsteps followed.

“Ms. Page?” A redhead in a pristine black and white suit appeared before her. “Hello,” she put out her hand for Savannah to shake. “I’m Briony Marsh.”

“Nice to meet you,” Savannah replied, getting up from her seat.

“I hope you’re not afraid of heights,” said the woman. “You’ll be on the twenty-first floor.”

Savannah shook her head and followed the woman into the elevator which was half full but it emptied by the time they reached the twenty-first floor.

“This way,” said Briony and led Savannah through a long corridor that had identical doors leading off it.

The floor was carpeted in deep black and she could feel its thickness even through her shoes. The walls were papered silver and black and she wondered if all the floors were the same. The whole building and everything inside it, the people and the furnishings, screamed rich and extravagant.

With trepidation, she followed Briony to the end of the corridor, to a smaller room on the right. The office was small, but it had everything she needed; a computer with an attached scanner, a printer and a phone.

“You’ll be working in here for the next three weeks.”

Three weeks? Savannah’s heart did a triple somersault. She’d been so excited to have a job that she hadn’t even asked the agency about her hourly rate or how long the contract was for.

“Is that all right with you? It’ll take you right up to Christmas Eve. Can you work Christmas Eve?”

Savannah knew she couldn’t because Rosalee was going to her son’s over Christmas and this left her without childcare, but she found herself nodding in response. “Yes,” she replied, grateful for extra work.

“We usually close half day that day, but this project is important and it needs to be done quickly.”

“It’s fine,” she replied. It was freaking amazing, or it would be, once she figured a way around her childcare problem.

 Christmas Eve. Maybe she’d be able to buy Jacob a few decent Christmas presents this year.

 “It’s straightforward enough.” Briony pointed to the big, bulky plastic boxes that were piled one on top of another and reached just above her head.

“You’ll need to go through those boxes and take a few bundles of files and work through them in order. Let me show you. Take out a bundle. It’s paperwork for one client. Some might have many bundles to their names. Scan each sheet like this,” she slipped the sheet of paper into the scanner. “Then save it like this. When you’ve scanned one bundle, put everything back in order back into the boxes. I’ve got some empty ones in that corner for you to start with.”

How long was this going to take? Savannah wondered. It looked simple enough.

“They’re more or less in alphabetical order. Start with these, see, they’re numbered at the sides. The scanning is what will take the longest time.”

That’s all she had to do?

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, there’s nothing much to it. Just work your own system. Go through these boxes first.” Briony pointed to the three boxes that were spread out on the floor. “I had the maintenance men get them down for you. Do these first before you start on those.” She pointed behind her and Savannah looked at the three piles of stacked boxes piled high and wondered how she was going to get them down.

 “I think three weeks should be enough. See how you do.”

“Thanks,” said Savannah.

“I’m on extension 3279 if you need me. It’s just a few doors down.” She smiled and slipped out super-fast, before Savannah had even had time to ask her anything.

Savannah stared around her in a daze, knowing nothing about what department this was, who she was working for, how long she had for lunch or where the ladies room was. It was as if she’d been left to her own devices. Still, she could hardly complain.

She had an office job in Lower Manhattan, in the Financial District. She was here for three weeks which meant three weeks of income. The thought made her smile as if she’d just heard one of Jacob’s jokes.

She took off her coat and scarf and smiled at the idea of having her own office with nobody else to worry about. She wasn’t sure she’d fit in anyway; not if the rest of the people who worked here looked like the models from the Paris catwalks. She smoothed down her skirt; at least she had new stockings and they weren’t torn. Yet.

 She set to work quickly, knowing that the work was easy to do and that it beat working at the supermarket. She was grateful for the good things that had at last started to show up in her life: an apartment in New York, for which she had to pay no rent, a wonderful babysitter and now this.

The best thing of all? No Colt. Nobody to tell her she was a worthless piece of shit. No nasty scenes for Jacob to witness.

She and Jacob were safe and happy, and she felt lucky to be here.

Before long, she’d finished the first box. Staring out of the window to take a breath, Savannah observed the ant-like images of people crawling around on the sidewalks below. The Christmas decorations looked garish without the magic of the dark sky but it didn’t matter. She was happy. Even graffiti would look good to her the way she was feeling.

This building was huge and she had no idea how many floors the company she worked for occupied but once this contract ended, she could ask Briony if any of the other departments might need a temp. It was an exciting possibility and for now, the money worries that usually plagued her at night and clung to her soul like mildew during the day were temporarily pushed away.

Reenergized, she set to work with gusto and by lunchtime was almost through the three single boxes which had been lying on the floor. If she didn’t slow down, she would get through the rest of them far quicker than three weeks. If she wasn’t careful, she’d do herself out of a job. She had to slow down.

It was time for lunch and her homemade sandwiches but she paid a visit to the ladies room first. As she made her way back to the office, she heard a voice behind her.

“Are you lost?”

She turned around to see a woman frowning at her.

“No,” Savannah replied, and was about to go into her office.

“Do I know you?” the woman asked, leaning in and peering at her. “You look familiar.”

Savannah recognized her instantly. Morticia Addams in a business suit. How could she ever forget? It was the woman from the toy store. All of a sudden, Savannah wasn’t so sure that she was a salesclerk.

“I’m working here for a few weeks,” explained Savannah, feeling the need to justify her presence since the woman looked at her as though she’d caught her stealing.

“Here?” The woman’s eyes scanned her appearance from top to bottom. Was that a look of pity that flashed behind her eyes? Savannah couldn’t tell.

“I’m working for Briony Marsh.” Why don’t you go ask her if you don’t believe me?

“You are?” The woman’s steely blue eyes sparkled with amusement, heating Savannah’s skin for the wrong reasons. “Welcome,” she said, and headed back towards the elevator bank.

“Thanks,” murmured Savannah under her breath, and hoped she wouldn’t run into her again.