Series: Billionaires in Disguise: Maxence #1
Publication date: October 20th, 2020
Synopsis:
Maxence's brother was trying to kidnap or kill him, and an organized crime thug wanted to cut off Max's head and feed it to the sharks for entirely different reasons.
So, when a cute little blonde stood up on a barstool in the middle of the Buddha Bar in Paris and drew the attention of the wrong sort of guys, Maxence swooped in for the rescue. Everything about her appealed to him: her sweetness, her giggliness, and especially the fact that she was in trouble.
That last part made her sugar and catnip to Max.
Luckily he only had five days before he left Paris and Europe for wherever his global charity job was going to send him this time.
Why not spend it with the funny blonde who insisted he lie to her?
Indeed, if she thought everything he said was a lie, he could confess his sins, unburden his soul, and reveal what he thought he never could.
Five days with her sounded like Heaven, if he could just convince her to stop throwing him out of her hotel room.
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My life has become a sad country music song, but instead of heading south, I went to Paris.
I was a good girl who had nothing left to lose, literally. My boyfriend had stolen everything.
Everything except a non-refundable plane ticket to Paris, which was supposed to be the trip of a lifetime where that deadbeat was going to propose at the top of the Eiffel Tower.
So, I got on the plane without him.
After all that, it was understandable that when I started drinking at the Buddha Bar, things got a little out of hand.
Luckily, a man intervened. He was so ripped that I could see every thick muscle of his abs, obliques, chest, and arms through the tight tee shirt he was wearing. He towered over the guys who were bothering me, and they backed off.
I took him back to my hotel because I was full of drunken, bad decisions that night.
The last thing I needed was a man who wanted to save me when I was trying to do all the wrong things.
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"Because I have to change my life! I'm stupid and gullible and pathetic, and I have to stop. I have to be something else. I have nothing left, nothing, so I cut my hair and got on the plane to Paris because I'd never been to Paris or London or anywhere, ever in my whole life. At least I'm going to have this night, this one night, this one night in Paris, to remember for the rest of my life!"
"It occurs to me you may not remember much of it," Max mused. He was still watching the group over by the streetlamp, and they were still watching him. The lamplight shone like a yellow crust on the big guy's white skin.
The little blonde said, "And if I have to screw every guy in that place to change my life, I will!"
She was drunk-adamant and sounded desperate, so he needed to drunk-argue with her until she came around. "You want to get laid at any cost, and yet you're walking away from a man who wants to take you home tonight."
"Where?" she demanded, throwing her arms to the sides and nearly stumbling again in her vehemence.
"Right here." Max wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up. "Me, right here."
"Nuh-uh," she said, her head hanging and wagging. "You're a ten, and I'm a six when I have on wedding make-up and it's a good hair day. And I don't have any of that. I used a Sharpie marker for mascara."
He took a long look at her, allowing himself to savor the view of the roundness of her breasts and hips, her narrow wasp waist, and her full thighs stretching that bright scarlet dress that drew him like a waving red flag.
Max's friends had warned him, many times, that he had a bad habit of getting involved with women who were ragged bundles of waving red flags.
He smiled as he allowed himself to thoroughly enjoy examining her lush body, the swells of her visible in the streetlamp's glow. To be any more form-fitting, that dress would've had to have been painted n. "I don't think you're a six."
She argued, "A guy like you wouldn't want a woman like me. Only a pathetic loser would go home with me. I could never get a guy like you."
Pure frustration with her inebriated illogic and the fact that she would not get in the damn car so he could take her someplace safe broke his willpower.
Max grabbed that blonde with the spectacular tits around her bendy waist, yanked her against himself, and kissed her until she melted in his arms.
"I'm passionate about books and literature. Books delve into what it means to be human and connect us to each other. I write intense, deeply imagined romance novels for serious readers because the world needs more love." ~~Blair Babylon
Blair Babylon is an award-winning, USA Today bestselling author who used to publish literary fiction. Because professional reviews of her other fiction usually included the caveat that there was too much deviant sex and too much interesting plot, she decided to abandon all literary pretensions, let her freak flag fly, and write hot, sexy suspenseful romance.
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