My Billionaire Books

Sequels

I’m not a huge fan of books in a series, unless each book is a complete episode, with a continuing minor backstory, so that I can stop reading at any point without the need to know what happens in the next book.  That’s why I watch shows like Law & Order, CSI & NCIS, but don’t watch soap operas.  But I’ve noticed that readers always demand to know more about the characters they’ve enjoyed reading about, ones who have somehow touched them.

Readers have long demanded to know more about the characters in Curves for the Billionaire.  I’ve just published The Billionaire’s Payment and have already had a few request for more, although both stories have HEA endings.  Readers are curious about the workings of the characters’ minds and have also inquired about minor characters.  I spend a lot of time thinking up my characters, but ultimately what appears on the page is less than a third of what is in my head.  I create these characters and have to know all their weaknesses and strengths to show the most significant of them to the reader.  Scenes which occur between them – a candlelit dinner, a dance in the moonlight, may not find their way onto the page if they are not significant or necessary to advance the story.  And yet some readers crave that kind of information.

So, since I have already published both books and many readers have found them satisfying reads, I have decided to address issues I deliberately glossed over for those readers who are curious to know more.  If you have read, or will read either of these billionaire books and enjoyed them as they are, there’s absolutely no need to buy the new books I’m planning.  At the end of both books, the characters declared their love for each other and the readers know that they are on the road to happy ever after.  For me, that’s enough when I’m reading a book and will probably be for most of you.  If it’s not, you’ll be pleased to know that I’m planning to write the following books in the coming months:

Curves for the Billionaire 2:  will pick up where Curves for the Billionaire left off.  Readers find out if Samantha is pregnant and how that will affect their marriage of convenience.  Samantha will have to cope with the reality of being a fuller-figured wife of a wealthy, prominent man who women will try to steal right in front of her eyes, dismissing her as little or no competition.  Zachary’s relationship with his mother will be further explored.  

Curves for the Billionaire 3: Samantha’s friend Fiona was a blast to write.  Readers loved her feistiness and her loyalty.  High Speed Curves is her story and one reason for it being a separate story is the fact that it’s going to be erotica, not erotic romance!  I couldn’t write a straight romance about Fiona.

The Billionaire’s Payment 2: will give readers a chance to experience the remaining six days and nights that Shakira spend with Jared in his hotel suite.

The Billionaire’s Payment 3: will pick up from where we leave them in the first book, but after the simple ceremony in India.  While Jared sets about making good his promise of throwing his wife the most lavish wedding London has seen, Shakira will finally face up to her tormentor, her mother Nadira.  Boosted by Jared’s love, Shakira is stronger, more confident, but is she ready to take on the slim, beautiful, poised woman who is everything Shakira thinks she’s not?  And knowing how desperate for money her spendthrift parents now are as they’re forced to live on a monthly pension which they find inadequate but most British households would live on in luxury, can she trusts their efforts at reconciliation?  This will be a separate book to allow readers to read this after The Billionaire’s Payment, but skip The Billionaire’s Payment 2 as it covers events that happened in the same time frame as The Billionaire’s Payment.

Curves for the Billionaire

Excerpt

Zachary was sitting on the sprawling sofa, engrossed in the newspaper, a snifter with a generous shot of cognac cradled in one hand.

He looked up as he sensed her approach and for a moment he just stared at her.  Samantha revelled in his look of blatant appreciation, belatedly wishing that she hadn’t been so hasty in dismissing the young women.  A strategically-placed fan set on high would have added the final touch to the fantasy.  But Zachary didn’t seem to mind that the dress wasn’t blowing up around her ears and revealing the tiny thong which was the only thing she wore under the dress.

“You look incredible!”

He got up and stalked towards her like a hunter, his eyes drinking in her magnificent curves.  Samantha shivered with awareness at the look in his eyes.

“You do realize wearing this dress will have consequences, don’t you?”  His voice sounded strained and it filled her both with a sense of power and a frisson of fear.  She’d wanted him to lose control, but she may have been rather more successful than planned she realized when he literally growled, “God, I need to have you again!”

He kissed her then, his tongue delving deeply.  Samantha welcomed his touch eagerly, thrilled at the urgency of his hands as they slipped first under the top of the dress and tweaked her nipples into twin points of need before reaching under the hem, grasping her behind and grinding her hips against his.  She ground hers right back and he shuddered in reaction.

“Come here.”  Taking her by the hand he led her to the chair he had just vacated, bending her over the back of it and throwing the hem of her dress up over her head.  She blushed as she imagined what he was seeing—the full cheeks of her bottom with just the slender string of the thong between and her full, firm thighs elongated by four-inch heels.  His gasp of arousal told her that he found the sight just as provocative as she’d hoped.

Her juices were already flowing.  Eagerly, she opened her legs wider at his urging, tilting her bottom upwards so that he could penetrate her deeply.  Instead he dropped to his knees behind her and literally buried his face in her wetness as he began to eat her with no mercy—clamping the nub of her clitoris between his lips and tugging on it before sticking his tongue deep inside her and moving it back and forth with the same vigour he had displayed earlier.

“Yesss, ye-ss, yesss…yess, ye-ss.”  Her cries and moans filled the room as Zachary gave her notice that her gentle initiation was over—she would be taken relentlessly from here onwards.  She beat the sofa with her fists as he carried on without giving her a moment of respite.  But just as she felt her orgasm build to the point of no return, he stopped abruptly.

“Zac, please!” she begged.

“I’m not ready for you to come yet.”  He got to his feet and walked around the sofa, freeing his erection on the way.  When he was standing directly in front of her he commanded, “Open wide for me, sweetheart.”

Samantha braced her hands on the sofa and did as instructed, surprised at how eager she felt to taste him again.  With her hands occupied with bearing her weight he had total control of how deeply she took him.  Yet, he stood slightly out of reach, letting her just tongue the tip of his shaft at first, and then inch by inch moving closer until she had him lodged firmly at the back of her throat.  There was still a few more inches to go, but he wrapped his hand around the base himself before starting to thrust smoothly into her mouth.

When he pulled out and offered his balls for her to suck on she did so eagerly, relishing the round smoothness under the scrotal covering.  While she was thus occupied, Zachary bent over her and gently slid the middle finger of his free hand into her moist heat.

“You’re so wet…and so unbelievably tight,” Zachary groaned as if in anticipation of burying himself inside her.  He squeezed his finger inside her again, eased it out almost fully and then thrust it inside her again.  He rapidly built the tempo until she was a breath away from coming.

Again he stopped and walked around the sofa.

This time he parted her nether lips with his thumbs and pressed just the tip of his shaft inside her.

“I love the way your pussy grips the head of my cock like a fist, baby.”  Pulling it out, he did it again and again until she almost went mad with frustration.

“Tell me what you want,” he taunted.

“You know what I want!”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Please!”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me!”  Samantha felt herself blush as she uttered the unfamiliar word, but she needed him inside so desperately she was beyond pride and shame.