The Bet An Enemies-To-Lovers Billionaire Romance - Sienna Blake Page 0,134

Logan.

Imagine my surprise when Logan makes me the proposal of the century.

All we have to do is to fake a whirlwind courtship, fool everyone that we’re desperately in love and get married in less than thirty days. Never mind he’s the most arrogant, annoying asshole I’ve ever met. I just have to ignore the electric, hateful, lusty sparks that fly when we’re together and focus on the big fat payday that will solve all my problems. I just have to NOT fall in love.

Piece of (wedding) cake. Right?

If you’re not into smirky, cheeky billionaires and the sassy, independent gal he can’t help falling for, don’t read this book.

If you’re not into flamboyantly fabulous bosses, outrageous won’t-take-no-for-an-answer sisters and a butler with more back-chat than shock jock radio, you definitely shouldn’t read this book.

We warned you.

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Irish Kiss

Saoirse

I wanted him since the day I met him. Bearded, tattooed and tall as an Irish giant. He was more than just handsome, he was drop-dead gorgeous. It didn’t matter to him that my father was a criminal and my mother a whore. He was my best friend.

I could be anything I wanted.

Except his.

Because I’m too young and he’s my Juvenile Liaison Officer.

Diarmuid

It’s been years since I last saw her. No longer a girl, she has the body of a woman. When our eyes met again, I saw the only one who ever broke through my asshole mask. I saw my best friend.

She could be anything she wanted.

Except mine.

Because she’s only seventeen and I’m too old for her.

I’m so screwed.

Cause I’m so f**king in love with her.

*This is a slow-burn, angsty love story spanning across a seven-year time period. Irish Kiss is a complete standalone novel with a Happily Ever After, but damn, it is going to hurt along the way.

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Excerpt of To Have & To Hold

Talia

At Logan’s penthouse, we were greeted by an elderly gentleman, straight-backed and impeccably dressed in a suit with coattails, who held out his hand to take my bag and coat.

“Holy crap, you have a butler?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

I slapped my hand over my mouth. Really, I needed to develop a filter.

An actual butler? I’d never so much as known anyone who even had their own cleaner come in once a week. The realness of the world I had signed up for hit me with full force. I was so in over my head. I would never make it out alive. They would all know I was a fraud.

“This is Lane. He’s more of a confidante and friend, really,” Logan said, tossing his coat at Lane, who caught it with the graceful deftness of a professional quarterback. “Like a grumpy uncle who fusses over me.”

“In other words, I’m Logan’s mess cleaner,” Lane shot Logan a meaningful look, “and I make sure he eats his vegetables.” Lane caught my eye and winked.

I liked him already.

“So basically,” I said to Lane, “you’re a long-suffering babysitter to a perennial man-baby.”

Lane grinned at me as he took my coat. “Madam, your insightfulness is astounding. I can already tell you’re going to be a breath of fresh air to this place.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Traitors, both of you.”

“Please, call me Talia.” I smiled with sincerity at Lane.

“Talia, of course. If you ever need anything, please let me know.” Lane smiled again, and there was warmth in his eyes, which made me feel like I might have at least one person in my corner here.

Perhaps being Logan’s trophy wife wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Call me Lane,” he said to me, “and we’ll figure out a code name for the man-baby later.”

I laughed out loud. Logan didn’t crack a smile. He grabbed the newspaper off the coffee table and started thumbing through it.

“What do you call him now?” I asked.

“I couldn’t say with a lady present.”

I giggled, earning me a smile from Lane. Logan looked peeved as he stared at the paper held tightly in his fists.

“Lane,” I leaned in again, “what does Logan do all day other than drive you nuts?”

Lane looked over his shoulder at Logan, who was pretending even harder to ignore us. “That’s pretty much it until dinner,” he sighed. “Sometimes he eats a snack.”

Logan shook the paper, then snapped it into a crease, folding it into uneven halves. “I can hear both of you. I’m so glad you’re best friends now.” Sulking, he tossed the