A Billionaire for Christmas : A Secret Billionaire Holiday Boxed Set
Carly Phillips, Willow Winters, Laurelin Paige, J. Kenner, Julia Kent, JA Huss, Blair Babylon
Romantic Comedy, Women's Fiction, Contemporary
And what’s in this little holiday present just for you, all tied up in a bow? Infatuation by Willow Winters -- "Maybe the chill that traveled down my spine when I first saw him was a warning. A warning that once he laid eyes on me, I was his to keep. A warning that this man would stop at nothing to have me. A warning I wasn’t given until it was too late.” Sweet Liar by Laurelin Paige -- He isn't looking for love. She's looking for lessons and is certain he'll be the best teacher. If he agrees, can this Love Scrooge keep his heart? A Very Dare Christmas by Carly Phillips -- Ian Dare misses the alone time and intense sex life he and his wife shared before their children were born. What’s an alpha man to do? He kidnaps Riley for an erotic weekend away before the Christmas rush overwhelms them both. Riley Dare adores her husband and she’s excited to spend time with him minus distractions on a sexy retreat where anything goes … and spontaneity leads to future surprises. A complete stand-alone for people who haven’t yet read Dare to Love but a special treat for those who want to revisit their favorite couple. Delight Me by J. Kenner -- There’s one special gift Damien wants to give his wife Nikki and their daughters for Christmas… but with a crisis brewing and time running out, can he make it home in time for the holidays? Christmas Shopping for a Billionaire by Julia Kent -- When Shannon is called to the mall to work as a sexy Christmas elf, her billionaire boyfriend, Declan, gets roped into playing Santa. The mall mommies start tweeting pictures, and soon everyone is crashing the mall to have a seat on Santa's lap. Ho ho... ahem. Bossy Bride by JA Huss -- Jesse Boston is the man of my dreams so I’m gonna marry him. I’m not real picky about how that happens but when my mother invites my childhood nemesis, KAREN, to plan our wedding AND be one of my bride’s maids? Uh---no. We’re going to elope to Vegas on Christmas Eve, get hitched in the most ridiculous way possible, and then fly home in time for dinner. We’ve got it all figured out. Nothing can go wrong. Santa, Baby by Blair Babylon – Peyton Cabot hates his life: being a rock star, performing for screaming crowds, being interviewed for magazines’ hottest musician of the year articles, winning awards, and banking loads of money. Yeah, it sucks to be him. Especially when the one woman who really gets him won’t return his calls anymore. When he goes to see what’s up, he gets a Christmas surprise that really rings his sleigh bells. (Maserati and house-cleaning staff not included.)
For surviving 2020, you deserve A Billionaire for Christmas. Heck, you deserve SEVEN billionaires for Christmas.
It’s been a wild ride this year. So 7 of your favorite romance authors have teamed up to raise a glass of eggnog, sit in front of the fire, and give you 7 billionaire holiday romance novels to help you make it through this last month of the year with a hot billionaire by your side, in his Maserati, with his staff cleaning your house.
A Christmas to Die For
Genres: Fantasy, LGBTQ+, Romance, Science Fiction
Publication date: December 4th 2020
Drink way too much tequila at the office Christmas party? Check.
Get fired after doing something stupid at said Christmas party? Check.
Hallucinate flying reindeers in the sky? Check.
Watch those flying reindeer turn into naked people …? Check?
Discover magical elves are trying to kill you? Um … Wait! I don’t want to check that one!
Either I’m having the most epic blackout or my hangover has thrown me into the craziest world that has ever existed. I just found out that Santa is not only real, but he and his people can shapeshift into reindeer. I also just discovered that elves are real, which would be cool, except they’re evil and want to kill me! If that wasn’t bad enough, the elves and reindeer are at war with each other. So, not exactly like the cheery, heartwarming stories we’ve been told.
If a war between elves and reindeer isn’t shocking enough, it hardly holds a candle to finding out that I’m supposed to be the one person who can save an entire planet. Yeah, talk about being totally unqualified for the job. At least that overshadows the fact that I might now have a Santa kink when the young, hot, white-haired warrior is sent to protect me. But can I really help save Santa and his people? Can I stop the elves? Or is everyone doomed to suffer the deadliest Christmas ever?
To find out if this will be a Christmas to die for, buckle up in your sleigh, pour yourself an eggnog, and sing a Christmas tune, because this tale is about to get jolly and insane.
For some reason—probably because I’m drunk—I feel more alone tonight than I have in a long time. I worry that maybe I won’t bounce back as easily as I have before.
When am I going to feel secure? Safe?
“Ru …” I whine, moving back to the front of my imaginary friend and staring at his bright red nose. This has to be the most ridiculous thing in the world, but I still grab some of his fur in the front and tug. “Come down here.”
My six-foot two stature isn’t tall enough for my new fake, furry friend, but I need a hug. Hell, I can’t even remember the last time I felt like I needed this, or the last time I had a hug. How sad is that?
Given this isn’t real, Rudolph is surprisingly stubborn. In fact, I have to use every bit of strength I have to get his large face to come near me, and I get the distinct impression he’s not happy. But I don’t care. He’s from my imagination, and I need a damn hug.
I wrap my arms around his too-wide neck and attempt to pull myself together, finding a comfort there that would likely get me put in a mental institution for life.
Whooshing noises sound around us, but I barely hear it over my deep breathing.
Why do I feel like crying? Men don’t cry. Well, not unless they have just thrown their guts up over their naked body from stage fright after attempting a career as a cam boy. I gave myself a pass that day.
But, even though I’m in complete denial about crying, tears wet my face as I give in to the feeling of despair and loneliness. Why do I have to be such a fuckup? Why does everything and everyone I touch turn to shit?
Heat overwhelms me, soaking away the cold that crept into my body after lying on the icy ground, and though the breeze is chilly and promising a future snowstorm, I suddenly have the urge to take off my jacket.
“You’re like a furnace,” I grumble at Rudolph, not removing my grip.
For some unlikely reason, this hug with my fake reindeer is the best thing to happen to me since the two weeks I was able to get a signal on my TV at home and could stream unlimited shows for that entire fortnight. I’m not ready to give it up yet, even if I’m probably just hugging a tree while picturing my fake reindeer.
I keep my eyes closed, my breathing finally calming down, when I notice something moving against me—perhaps Rudolph trying to shake me off. Either way, at the feel of something hard against the entire length of my body, I open one eye to find I’m no longer hugging a supersized reindeer.
I’m hugging a man!
“Shit!” I gasp, dropping my hands from around the neck of a strange man who must be over eight feet tall, given he still has to bend over for me to hug him. Then I promptly fall on my ass, not feeling the impact since I’m still in shock.
I wipe my eyes, first to get the wetness out of them, and then because what I’m seeing can’t be real.
At first, all I notice is that every bit of hair on this giant’s head is white, and he has a lot of hair—a mane on his head and a crazy huge beard any biker would be proud of. It’s so odd to see such prominent white hair on a man who looks my age, because this giant is not old, even given the wizened color of his hair. No, I would put money that he isn’t older than thirty. In fact, every person here has the same stark white hair as my Rudolph, though they all look similar in age to him.
That’s odd, right?
Okay, scratch that, the weird part is clearly the changing from animal to human. Not the hair situation. Still …
Unfortunately, just a few feet from reaching what I hope will be freedom, several arrows—which look to be on fire!—shoot down from the sky. They miss me, but most become embedded against the walls and roof of my house.
I have one moment to wonder what the hell they are before the building explodes.
An invisible, heated shockwave hits me, taking me off my feet and pushing me backward. I slam into a tree trunk and crack my head, giving me an instant headache.
Arms wrap around me, gripping tight enough to cut off my breathing, and my view of my exploding home instantly changes to the tree line surrounding my property as I’m shuffled away from the wreckage.
I look up to find Rudolph holding me. So … not a tree, then.
Then I realize he’s still naked!
This can’t be happening.
He shields me from the debris flying through the air; all my worldly possessions becoming nothing more than burning embers and rubble.
“No!” I groan while the pounding in my head worsens.
I need to wake up. I need to get away.
A growl has me looking back up at Rudolph, the vibration of it rumbling through my own body while I’m still tightly held against him. He turns us back to the crater that used to have my house sitting there.
Rudolph’s gaze is fierce, and I notice the men and women from before are turning back into reindeer. As in, their bodies are changing shape until they are no longer human!
What the fuck?
“Ru?” I gasp, my entire world now shaken to its core.
I barely have time to process that everything I owned, everything I have collected over the years, is now gone before someone lands over the rubble. In fact, many beings land. Dozens of them.
Somewhat belatedly, under the light of the moonlit clouds and glowing embers that used to be my house, I register that these beings barely look human. Their ears are pointed, their teeth sharp as they hiss at us, and their eyes are black. The clothes they wear are a dull green, and they each have dozens of arrows and spears at their backs in a pouch. Actually, some of them already have arrows and spears in hand, moving their arms back in the same way a javelin thrower might.
Are these the elves Rudolph mentioned earlier?
Okay, reindeer and elves? This has to be some sort of cosmic joke on me. Then again, the destruction of my house is no joke. And the deadly intent on the elves’ faces, as they look to be preparing an attack, is definitely no joke.
In fact, I’m pretty sure I’m screwed. And crazy.
Can’t forget the crazy part.
“So, you like the milk, but what about the cookie?” He slides a plate that has sat off to the side of us the entire meal. On it is a large, round object with dark spots. My human called it a chocolate chip cookie when he asked for it. It’s large enough to take up the entire plate.
“You expect me to eat that?” I can’t even muster up any sort of enthusiasm for it. It looks like hard dirt with specks of dark mud in it.
“Yep, but only after you get a refill. The best way to eat a cookie is to dunk it in milk.”
I eye the cookie again, wondering why I’m even considering putting myself through all of this for my human.
“Are you sure this is important? We could be back in the hotel room …” I remind him, hoping the nudge will push him in the right direction, which would be any direction away from this cookie at this point.
Unfortunately, a waitress refills my glass, and then my human rips off a small chunk from the cookie.
I’m the Santa of Christmas, the highest rank in our military, the wartime leader of my people, and one of the most feared foes of the elves, yet here I am, succumbing to my human, who is force-feeding me rubbish.
What have I become?
Scrounging together whatever bravery and fearlessness I hold during battles, I take the offered poison and dunk it in the milk. Then I close my eyes as I shove the entire thing in my mouth.
I consider just swallowing it whole, figuring my body can save me from the taste, but already my body heat helps to melt whatever ingredients are in this cookie so it crumbles into my mouth.
And … I have to say, it’s not that bad.
Jessica lives in Adelaide, South Australia. When she is not writing, you can find her reading, napping or watching excessive amounts of TV. Connect with her on Facebook and Goodreads.
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Fantasy
Published by: Rosewind Books
Publication date: December 1st 2020
A contemporary, holiday fantasy with a new twist on A Christmas Carol and It’s A Wonderful Life.
Abby Nicholson used to love Christmas. Until she didn’t.
After leaving Winter Glen, the small town famous for its Christmas celebration and her family’s greeting card company, Abby is forced to return to the home she left behind when the unexpected passing of her father thrusts the business into her hands.
Turning her back on the magic of the holiday beloved by her father and the town, she decides to sell the business. Signing the paperwork with the very pen her father used to create it, she is shocked to discover her hometown has become a whole new world.
One where Christmas has vanished!
Now stuck in a place devoid of hope, joy, and the spirit of the season, Abby sees family and friends altered in the most terrible of ways.
Determined to set things right, though unsure how, Abby takes out her father’s pen and begins to draw. When she realizes her art is coming to life, she sets out to recreate the holiday and bring back the most wonderful time of the year.
But some are determined to keep an iron grip on the town and will do anything in their power to stop her.
Just the word makes me happy. It is, far and away, my favorite holiday. Don’t get me wrong. I’m on board with, say, the sweets of Valentine’s Day, and the fireworks and celebration of the 4th of July. Oh, and I love the crisp, cool air of autumn, the turning of the leaves, the shortening of the days, and the it’s just around the corner feeling of the scares, tricks, and treats of Halloween. Of course, Thanksgiving is a wonderful time as well, full of family, friends, and delicious food. A perfect trifecta.
It’s more than just another holiday. It’s a special time. It’s a special feeling. It’s something that swirls in the wintry air on the wings of colored lights and the scent of gingerbread. It envelops you, and fills you with a joy that no other season—for me—can match.
That’s why I wanted to write this story.
The idea that all of those wonderful feelings that wrap me and so many others up in their silver and gold and red and green arms mean so much. It was then that I asked myself, What if it all went away? Further, what if my own failing to believe in the spirit and, yes, magic of the season were the cause? It was an unbelievable notion. I could never not believe. Never not want to spread the joy and cheer and merry of the season.
But what if, just if, someone did? And what would such an act do to not only that person, but everyone around them? Family, friends, and co-workers. How would they change? Why would they change? And, what would someone have to do to try to get everything back to normal?
How would they even be able to do it?
They were all such interesting questions that Write Christmas answers.
I wanted to explore the notion of things we wish for, and the things we really, really want can be exactly the opposite of what we need. I was interested in diving in to the idea that doing that one thing you think will make something all okay, make it all better, actually turns everything upside down. How a second chance can change everything in ways you never expected.
The road to figuring it all out has heart, romance, and a little magic. After all, it’s Christmas!
Thommy Hutson is a bestselling, award-winning author, screenwriter, producer, and director.
A graduate of UCLA, he began his career co-writing the story for the Warner Bros. animated hit SCOOBY-DOO IN WHERE’S MY MUMMY? He followed that with co-writing the concept and additional material for CHILL OUT, SCOOBY-DOO!
As an author, Thommy crafted a limited-edition coffee table book detailing the making and legacy of horror icon Wes Craven’s 1984 classic A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. A trade version followed from Permuted Press/Simon & Schuster. His novel, the teen thriller Jinxed, (Vesuvian Books) is the first in a trilogy that has been called “A must-read for classic horror fans … Hutson could easily take on the mantle as the next Lois Duncan.” Hutson was named on the 7 Essential LGBTQ Horror Authors for Your Summer Reading Lists.
Thommy wrote the Hallmark Movies & Mysteries original film, A CHRISTMAS FOR THE BOOKS, which was the highest-rated scripted program the night it premiered. He co-scripted the teen thriller INSTAFAME (Lifetime), wrote a screenplay for an audio holiday project, and is in development on a family feature film. In addition, Thommy produced the critically acclaimed feature THE TROUBLE WITH THE TRUTH, an insightful relationship drama starring Lea Thompson and John Shea. He also produced DREAMWORLD, a quirky, romantic dramedy. He has also worked as a staff writer on a Hulu web series.
A member of the Producers Guild of America, a Saturn and Home Media Magazine award-winner, and an aficionado of holiday films as well as teen movies from the 80s and 90s, Thommy continues to develop unique, compelling, and provocative projects across multiple genres for film, television, publishing, and home entertainment.
Women's fiction, Contemporary fiction
In this witty debut novel, Elizabeth Topp crafts a story that ventures behind the fanciful facade of Park Avenue and into the life of one lovable type A assistant. Anna's job is simple: prevent the unexpected from happening and do everything better than perfectly. An artist at heart, Anna works a day job as a private assistant for Bambi Von Bizmark, a megarich Upper East Side matriarch who's about to be honored at the illustrious Opera Ball. Caught between the staid world of great wealth and her unconventional life as an artist, Anna struggles with her true calling. If she's supposed to be a painter, why is she so much more successful as a personal assistant? When her boyfriend lands a fancy new job, it throws their future as a couple into doubt and intensifies Anna's identity crisis. All she has to do is ensure everything runs smoothly and hold herself together until the Opera Ball is over. How hard could that be? Featuring a vibrant array of characters from the powerful to the proletarian, Perfectly Impossible offers a glimpse into a world you'll never want to leave.
A fascinating insight into the life of a Personal Assistant of the American Ultra Rich. These ultra rich with their trials and tribulations that permit them to live a life costing millions each year, one that is carefully orchestrated for them by a large household of staff and is about external values and external views of this life.
Anna, our central character, is one of two (a job share arrangement) PAs to the wife of a billionaire. We know that at least some of the elements of the life described is based on fact as the author herself holds that role to a family in New York.
To remain a billionaire’s wife in New York society is hard work. There are always younger and no doubt prettier, even if only because of that youth, women ready to take your place. You must not only curate your family’s role in society to enable and enhance your husband’s business/es; or ensure that no other society hostess gains sufficient accolade to outshine you in your various endeavours – whether donations, parties, guests; or maintaining your figure, face, hair, clothes and other outward trappings of success – including statement jewellery of course. There is no time to slack off and relax unless it is during your manicure, facial or… and of course, as you get older it all takes a little longer to do all this and the romance of a new marriage wears off. Then it is all about your staff to help you – after all, their jobs and salaries and wonderful bonuses all depend on you holding onto your husband – and his billions!
Do we like our society wives? Well, who else could afford to fund an opera house for a year or more? As a vanity project? But when that opera is not available for the huddled masses, is this a worthwhile endeavour? This book delves into the back life of these households and just what it takes to maintain that gloss and what goes on behind the scenes and is riveting for just that glimpse of a reality so far from our normal, plebian lives.
Peaches & the Duke
Rocking Royal Trilogy #1
Jeffrey L Mayo, Ginger Voight,
Romance, Contemporary, Women's Fiction
August 24, 2020
For Peaches McPhee, the chance to interview the Duke of Mayhem is too good an opportunity to miss. This eccentric, elusive royal went rogue to pursue a career as a rock god years before, but he was finally willing to spill the tea in a tell-all memoir that would ensure he'd never sit on a throne.Only Auggie isn't the only one keeping secrets. And it's a secret that is increasingly harder for Peaches to hide the closer he gets to her, literally bringing a fairy tale to life. When the whole world turns its focus on her and those she loves the most, a palace just might be the last place left to hide.Ginger Voight is back and she expands her Groupieverse across the oceans to foreign lands, where a rock and roll prince might have found an American princess. With the help of her best friend, they bring 40 years of storytelling collaboration to sweep you away to a magical land where fairy tales really do come true, whether you like it or not.You fell for Vanni, you pined for Drew... but nothing could have prepared you for Auggie.Say hello to your next book boyfriend.
OK. So he is called the Duke of Mayhem in a Rock and Roll band – that’s his stage name – but he has another identity – a Prince! The prince of Aldayne. Aldayne is an imaginary island off the coast of Ireland – quite large it seems and comprised of 2 volcanos and the land between. And then there is the black soil which grows black roses, black wine and black berries. Now if you have been to the Canaries, you will know about the balc volcanic sand/soil on Tenerife that grows a particlualrly sweet wine often just referred to as ‘Canary’ in historical records. The grapes grow in an unusual low braided form rather on long rows of trellis.
So Ginger has appropriated some of this geology, she has also appropriated a little geology from the Isle of Man, the island that does lay off the coast of Ireland – and was formed partially by an underwater volcano although nothing is active now of course.
So Aldayne, still has a monarch – a true feudal monarch, no constitutional monarchy here and Auggie was expected to be the 51st Quinn king of the island. Ginger also gives the island a rather nice history as a place that took in refugees and immigrants from all nations for a very long time, and where many of the aristocracy were black and there seemed to be no colour bar or racial tension.
Peaches McFee on the other hand was a music/media journalist born to a family of ‘hippies’. Or at least a family where, apart from the oldest son, the children were brought up in a rather free flowing family as the parents moved around a lot – often acting as caretakers for properties. In fact currently, they were living in a farm whose owner had bought it as a present for his wife, who died soon after, and thus he couldn’t bear to live in it. It was a $4 million complex of 10,000 sq feet of main house, with 8 bedrooms and 8 baths, plus a guest house of 2500 sq feet with 2 bedrooms opening onto a pool with a waterfall! There was a tennis court, stables, horses, full of animals and organic produce. Of the McPhee children, the one everyone falls in love with is the baby of the family – Dashiel – who loves to dance in a rainbow tutu and refuses to let anyone cut his strawberry blonde hair.
Peaches is hired by Auggie to write the story of his next band tour – a 5 month long trek round America and Europe, at a very sizable amount of money. But Peaches has a secret – and so it runs out does Auggie – in fact he has several that he doesn’t tell her.
This is very enjoyable and very different love story. A version if you like of Cinderella without the shoe and a rock band instead! Nice story telling and imaginative geography/geology/history of the island – combinations of the place we’d like so many places to be perhaps?