Shattered Billionaire Series by Kylie Parker

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less

"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her... more"I can't believe you took a bullet for me!" James Mont was the perfect man: rich, handsome, famous. His name was practically infamous. And the sex... oh, god, the sex. The man was insatiable. He ran his business with a strong fist and stood at the forefront of the nutritional supplement market. He made me weak in my knees, even though he was my competition. "I love you." Three words I never f*cking expected to utter to her. Eclair was a tight piece of French ass who's body I loved to bury myself in, but I'd already met my soulmate: blue eyes, long hair, and a tight body whose shape invaded my dreams. Sylvia was all the things Eclair couldn't be. Eclair was just a release, a way for me to vent my stress while getting information about my biggest business competition. But Sylvia was perfect. She had the right personality, the right wit, the right shape... So, why did I just tell Eclair I loved her? Why the hell did I just tell my competition I loved her!? Follow literature's most volatile love triangle as they navigate business, sex, lawsuits, and an eventual murder that ends with one of them as the suspect and one of them scrambling for their life. less