Exposing The Billionaire Series by Lola Silverman

My name is Sophie and I’m a journalist. I chase down a story and nail it to the floor regardless of the collateral damage. That’s what a typical reporter does anyway. I’ve never had that killer instinct. I want to report the truth. Right now that means figuring out if Julian Montclaire Robespierre is a dirty, lying scumbag. Of course, that would make him the most attractive scumbag on the planet... moreMy name is Sophie and I’m a journalist. I chase down a story and nail it to the floor regardless of the collateral damage. That’s what a typical reporter does anyway. I’ve never had that killer instinct. I want to report the truth. Right now that means figuring out if Julian Montclaire Robespierre is a dirty, lying scumbag. Of course, that would make him the most attractive scumbag on the planet. "My source is good, Ray! Those assholes are lying about their line of gluten free products!” “Soph, believe me, I’m sure Montclaire is lying about something. They’re a multi-billion dollar corporation.” Ray rubbed his hands down his face. His raggedy gray hair was sticking up at all angles. “We aren’t equipped to deal with this kind of fallout, Soph. The Interpreter is one lawsuit away from bankruptcy. You know that." “Ray, please.” “No!” He waved a hand to cut her off. Sophie shot out of her chair and stalked out of the office. “Soph?” Charlie asked hesitantly. “Are you all right?” “I know I’m right, Charlie,” Sophie said confidently. Charlie spooned some yogurt into her mouth. “Is this about that Montclaire thing?” “Yes.” Sophie picked up the folder on her desk and flipped it open. Julian Montclaire Robespierre looked back at her from the glossy 8x10 publicity photo. He wasn’t smiling. In fact she had her doubts that the guy ever smiled. Not that he needed to. He was hot regardless of his expression. There was absolutely no question about that. “Are you staring at his picture again?” There was a note of warning in Charlie’s tone. “That is so creepy. Seriously.” “It’s not creepy. I’m just sizing up the enemy.” Or am I? NOTE: Part 1 of 3. Cliffhanger ending. less

When I’m wrong I say I’m wrong. Thanks to Julian I admitted I was wrong when I was oh so right. Now I’m out to find out the real truth behind the Montclaire gluten-free mystery. How can one company be so messed up? And what if it really was Julian’s fault? “What are you doing?” Sophie startled so badly that she jumped about a foot in the air and yelped with shock. “Oh my God, Julian! Make some noise next time. I think you just took ten years off my life.” “Oh sure. No problem... moreWhen I’m wrong I say I’m wrong. Thanks to Julian I admitted I was wrong when I was oh so right. Now I’m out to find out the real truth behind the Montclaire gluten-free mystery. How can one company be so messed up? And what if it really was Julian’s fault? “What are you doing?” Sophie startled so badly that she jumped about a foot in the air and yelped with shock. “Oh my God, Julian! Make some noise next time. I think you just took ten years off my life.” “Oh sure. No problem. Next time I want to catch you pawing through the contents of my desk, I’ll make sure to give you some warning.” Julian leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms over his bare chest. It was really difficult to be objective about Julian’s trustworthiness when she practically swooned every time she looked at him. He was such a yummy looking guy. Tall, muscular, with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes, Julian looked like he’d just walked out of an underwear ad. “Sophie?” Julian prodded, lifting his eyebrow. She surreptitiously shoved the papers back in his drawer and slid it closed. “There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this.” NOTE: Part 2 of 3. Cliffhanger ending. less

Being toyed around with, being suckered so completely, being in love with a certified playboy… I won’t fall twice for this schmuck twice. I’m going to get my revenge, and I’m going to make sure that the whole world knows what really happened behind the scenes. But the deeper I dig, the more disturbed I become by what I uncover. Is Julian really the lying scumbag I thought he was – or is someone else pulling the strings from behind the scenes?