Fairy Tale Billionaires

The entire series--three scorching hot fairy tale inspired billionaire romances in one volume!

A billionaire player craves the one woman he can't have. An icy British princess...

THE BILLIONAIRE'S PRINCESS

Friday nights have a routine. Drinks with my brothers. Maybe a casual hookup later. Then the ice princess walks into the bar. And it’s game over for me. I can’t figure her out. She runs hot and cold. She turns me inside-out. I like to keep my one-night stands cut and dried—my ambitions outweigh my emotions every time. Until she disappears without a trace. And I discover her little secret. She’s an actual princess.

I need more than one night from her. Much more. A woman like that deserves the whole fairy tale. She deserves a charming prince. Too bad I’m the one planning to earn all her happy endings…

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BEAUTY

They call him The Beast for good reason. Now this billionaire boss wants his beautiful--and off-limits--assistant...

Griffin: They call me The Beast. Some people think I’m a bully. I’m not here to make friends. I ruthlessly clawed my way to the top of the real estate market in NYC. No friends needed.

She’s my feisty executive assistant. My right hand… woman. We have an unspoken arrangement: she pretends I’m smarter than she is while I pretend not to notice how sexy she is. That was before she gave me her notice while wearing that dress.

I can do a lot. Run my family empire. Ignore the loneliness the top brings. Punch anyone who looks twice at her. But letting her go without a fight? Over my dead body…

THE BILLIONAIRE'S CINDERELLA

She's just a girl next door and a pastry chef. Why would a sexy billionaire ever want more than one steamy night with her?

Ryker: Marriage and relationships aren’t for me. I have no desire to revisit my failures. Now I work hard and play hard--period. Until suddenly there she is. Sexy. Unexpected. Sweet. Unforgettable.

One unprecedented night with her only whets my appetite for more. She’s been burned before, which makes her suspicious of me. Doesn’t think she’s good enough, that I’d prefer someone more… society.

If only she knew how uninterested I am in other women since I first laid eyes on her. And I hope she never knows the things I think about when I look at her now. Fairy tales endings are meant for children’s books. I know that. But I write my own stories...