An Excerpt from The Billionaire and the Biker Chick

Chapter 6: Furious Familiarity

 

“What can I get for you?” she asked.

Reece let his gaze sweep over her again, and goose bumps spread over her skin everywhere his gaze landed.

“Are you on the menu?”

Crissie refrained from laughing. She just winked and grabbed a shocking pink highball glass. Crissie quickly assembled the drink in the cocktail shaker, adding in the vodka, peach schnapps, and orange juice.

Reece kept his eyes locked on her as she vigorously shook the cocktail shaker, poured the drink into the glass, and topped it off with cranberry juice. Crissie placed a cherry on top of the drink and slid it over to Reece.

He stared at her, puzzled as the glass stood between them. Crissie leaned forward and gave him a good view of her cleavage as she reached over and took the cherry by the stem, making sure to not touch the liquid contents of the drink.

Crissie popped it, placed it in her mouth, and took a few seconds to tie the cherry stem with her tongue. Reece watched her intently as she took the tied stem out of her mouth and placed it in between them on the counter.

“I am. I come with Sex on the Beach.”

With that, Crissie walked to the end of the counter and started serving the customers there. Reece flicked his eyes between her and the tied cherry stem. Reece was completely dumbstruck at the short conversation the two had just had. Never in his 28 years on Earth had he experienced such a fiery woman.

Reece slowly took a sip of the vibrant cocktail and was pleasantly surprised by the taste. He’d always been more of a Bourbon on the rocks type of guy. Reece keeps his eyes pinned on her as she serves the other clients in the bar. For a moment, he was so entranced by the beauty of her that he completely forgot why he actually came to the bar in the first place.

Crissie wrapped up a conversation with one of the regulars, handing him his old-fashioned, and walked back to Reece, who is now quietly watching her as he drank from the shocking pink highball glass. The view was very comedic. There was a silence between them, both of them just focusing on each other. Nobody could deny the apparent tension and attraction that hung in the air.

“Do I know you? I feel like we’ve met before,” Reece suddenly asked.

Crissie blinked a few times. Her past was a bit checkered, and she hoped that he was mistaken. “I don’t think so,” she answered, “I’m certain you’re not the type of guy someone would forget easily.” She had a coy smile on her lips. “What brings you here today?”

Reece kept staring at her, forgetting to process her question as he tried to place her in his memories.

“I am supposed to start motorcycle lessons today. It’s apparently a massive tourist attraction in this part of town.”

Realization dawned on Crissie and, with it, a sense of disbelief. Reece was her first client for the lessons, and, just as she had feared, he was her only client. Alex had mentioned it a few days ago after he had signed the man up. It must have completely slipped her mind and, after all of her innuendos, it was going to be a long few lessons.

Excerpt from The Billionaire’s Billboard Proposal

Chapter 1: Camryn Javion Alvarez

“I’m running so late,” Stella muttered under her breath.

Her aunt barely spared her a glance. Her mouth was moving, still counting her vitamins. Her cousins began a new round of fawning over one of the magazines strewn haphazardly on the couch. Mackenna was leaning against the loveseat, her body angled toward the French doors. “I wonder when he’s going to start dating again,” she said, her thumb flicking quickly over her phone. “It’s been like a year.”

“Eleven months,” Julia specified. She sighed dreamily, looking up at the ceiling like she could see something they couldn’t. “Just a few more days, and I’m certain he’ll have a new and improved girlfriend.” She gave Julia a knowing look as she spoke, and the two burst into a fit of giggles. Mackenna, who was about Stella’s age, rolled her eyes at her little sisters, but Stella noted the smile she bit back. Whenever Julia and Kiana talked about Camryn Alvarez, it was like they suddenly became teenagers again. Not acting at all like the twenty-four-year-olds they were.

 

The debut of her Aunt Eleanor’s latest fashion collection was just two weeks away. Eleanor had been buying animal print wallpaper and renting elaborate artwork of lions and zebras. Piling them in the garage in preparation for the intimate celebration they were going to host on the day of the collection’s launch. Stella knew her family well enough to infer that ‘intimate’ probably meant more than 50 people.

Camryn Alvarez hands down the wealthiest businessman in Naples—and most of America—would be there, at least according to Eleanor. He was known to support local businesses. It was only logical. Rubbing shoulders with the social elite of Florida would give him a good name, and a good name meant America would love him. America loving him would get him more customers for the family business he’d been running for the past five-ish years, a well-acclaimed consulting firm. Of course, getting more customers would mean he would make money.

And rub shoulders he did. Stella could barely comprehend that she might see him face to face in just a few days—if her aunt let her go.

Excerpt From The Billionaire and the Biker Chick

Prologue

She woke up in a cold sweat, her hand searching all over the bed for him, but she came up empty. Her heart skipped a beat as she remembered that he was never coming back. He chose to leave, but she was left with heartache. She rolled over to his side of the bed and inhaled his scent deeply. It had slowly begun to vanish over the six months since he left. There she laid, relishing in the pain as happiness had once again escaped her completely.

She wanted so desperately to move on, to find someone new, but she couldn’t do it. He had been the only man in her bed for three years. Nothing made sense to her. How could a person just walk away from something so significant without even thinking about it twice? She should’ve known this was how it would have ended. After all, he had been at the florist all the time, and he never brought her flowers.

How could she have been stupid enough to believe he’d stay after all of the stories that circled about her and Zoe? She thought he knew her better than to take their words over hers, and yet, when he came to say his goodbyes, it hit her harder than a train. The depression clawed at her soul, making her skin crawl with disgust about herself. She wanted out so bad. She needed to escape the dark cloud that hung over her head and shield herself from the bright light of the sun. Still, instead, she pushed herself deeper into the pillow, hoping to catch another whiff of his scent before it left her as well.

The sadness had become like a drug, an addiction she couldn’t shake, not that she had the energy to even try and fight it. So instead, she buried herself deeper in the sheets, hoping, praying that he’d magically come to his senses and find his way back to her, to them. Deep down, she knew it was foolish to hope. Every person in her life had made a point to tell her too, but it was much easier to hope than accept the reality of the situation.

Even her mother had grown tired of the pity party she lived in. Every day she would come over just after nine in the morning. While her mother was there, she would beg her daughter to get up because life was passing her by. She didn’t care, instead allowing the sadness to consume her once more.

It wasn’t until two months later that she got up and had breakfast like she did before the breakup shortly after the eight-month mark. She showered, and washed her hair, did her make-up, and got dressed in her favorite clothes. She was done grieving a man that didn’t die. In her den of depression, she decided then and there that it was time to start living. Time to take back what was hers and time to fight for her own happiness. Even if it meant she had to lose everything in return.

She owed it to herself to live life to the fullest. On the other hand, she had no idea how to do it.