Series: Love at Last #1
Mystery man, recluse, finance guru… Virgin.
I was a shut-in for a reason. With too many secrets, too much to hide, and way too much at stake, I spent years in my mansion in the woods, never trusting a soul.
So, when a stranger showed up at my door, with her plans to save the world, I should have sent her away, like I’d always done.
From the second she arrived, I couldn’t resist Veronica Cruz. She was everything I’d been missing—passionate, generous, and so damned sexy.
I let her into my life, gave her everything—including my heart.
Now, the one thing she wants is the truth. The question is, will she still love me when she knows my secret?
Loving the Secret Billionaire is a sexy standalone novella in the Love at Last series, featuring a virgin hero and a slightly older woman.
Originally published in the Rogue Desire anthology, this edition has been expanded with new material.
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I shook my head for a few beats—deny, deny, deny… Which was what I always did. But if I denied it, then she’d leave. And I wouldn’t get another chance.
Now I had to put it in a way that wouldn’t piss her off.
“You going it alone against that family.” I didn’t add that I’d gone over their financials—hers and theirs—and those three extra zeros in their campaign coffers seemed like an unfair advantage. I doubted she’d seen my donation yet, or she’d have said something… Although no way could she follow the paper trail back to me on that one.
“That’s so pathetic.” I hated the defeat in her voice.
“You felt sorry for me, so you—”
“Hell, no. That’s not what it is.”
“Well then, what?”
You smell good and your passion gets me hard wasn’t exactly something I could say, so I went with, “You believe in your mission. That worked for me.”
“It’s still pitiful.”
“Is it? You mean the part about being alone or the part where you truly believe in what you’re doing?”
“I don’t… I’m not sure.”
“Because, if you mean being alone.” I waved a hand toward the empty house behind me. “It’s kind of my thing.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t—”
“I know.” I half laughed. None of this was going how I’d pictured it. Then again, I hadn’t exactly planned this thing out. I’d just gone against all of my own rules and helped a stranger. “I’m not great at joking. In person, at least.”
Crap. Wrong thing to say.
“I uh…spend a lot of time online.”
“Oh. Right.” Her feet shuffled on the porch boards. Was she about to leave?
“Would you…” I cleared my throat and ignored the voice of reason screaming at me to shut up. “Would you like a coffee?”
“Oh no, I couldn’t interrupt your work.” She took a step back.
“You’re not. I mostly work at night.”
“What is it you d—” If she didn’t ask, I wouldn’t have to lie, so I stopped her.
“You want something stronger than coffee? I’ve got beer. Not much else.” I lifted the bottom hem of my shirt and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
“Oh, no, I should—” She exhaled with a strange whistling sound. I dropped the shirt and waited for her to finish. “I’d love to.”
“Come on in.” I said the words, she slid inside, and now it was too late to kick her out, even if I wanted to.
Which I didn’t, though it was clear this was a very bad idea.