Genre: Billionaire Romance
Release Date: July 18, 2020
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
Cover Designer: BookSmith Design
๐ฆ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐น๐ฑ’๐ ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐น๐ฒ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐๐ป. ๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐น ๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฟ๐ป?
I became the youngest billionaire in history because I'm ruthless—Bigger and Badder than my competition. That's also why I know investing in this small town's football stadium is a waste of my time.
What I didn't know was that she was living here.
Judy is the girl who got away. I've thought about her for years—the night when we danced together... how she felt in my arms.
Now, I finally have a chance to make her mine. But doing so means going all-in on an investment that's doomed to fail.
And I never, ever fail.
๐ช๐ถ๐น๐น ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ?
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฃ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ข๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ-๐ฃ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ด๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ-๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐จ๐ต๐ฉ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐๐ถ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ฃ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ถ๐ต๐ฆ๐ญ๐บ ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ด๐ฆ๐น๐บ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต-๐ธ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐๐๐.
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Garrett turned to face us. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and waited for us to run to him. He made no motion that he was going to move or be inconvenienced in any way. Almost all of the stadium lights were on, which made the vision of him more imposing. He was one arrogantly confident man in a sea of green. It looked like the whole world was his stage.
What an ass.
The least he could do was meet us halfway. Who did he think he was?
Dad had a genuine grin on his face when I eventually joined him. Everyone else huffed and puffed behind us. Someone told the band to start, and they did. Fortunately for the musicians, they all had string and not wind instruments.
“What is it?” I asked Dad cautiously. I thought he’d be furious at the stunt Garrett pulled, instead he almost looked impressed.
“Smart. Very smart,” he said, clearly to himself, through winded breaths. Dad cocked an eye at me when he saw me listening intently. “It’s a power play. Not only did he shock us out of whatever preplanned spiel we had in mind by jumping out of the helicopter, but by forcing us to come to him instead of the other way around, he’s making a statement even before the meeting begins. He’s saying that—”
“He’s in control,” I interrupted absently as I studied Garrett who patiently waited for us to approach. With a nickname like the Grim Reaper of whatever, I imagined some gaunt, ugly guy, not a tall wall of muscle.
God, he was handsome.
His short brown hair was lightly tousled by the wind, but still parted to one side. With broad shoulders and chest, and thick arms, he filled out his tailored suit and jacket perfectly. Not even Gloria’s billionaire husband, Richard, dressed this well.
“For now.” Dad winked at me. “Your old man’s still got a few tricks up his sleeve. Keep up, Judy.”
“Huh?” I asked, slowing down. I wasn’t paying as much attention to Dad as I should have been. My brain could either ogle over this hottie or walk, not both. I forced my head down and sped up, reminding myself that this was business and that I had to be professional. “Yeah, of course!”
I wasn’t great at being professional, but I was trying. I really wanted to show Dad that I could handle the responsibility this time. I wasn’t about to let some rich guy screw me up. No matter how handsome he was.
“Mr. Sullivan?” Garrett asked, extending his hand.
“Yes,” Dad said, the heaviness of his breathing from the run over had finally disappeared. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Walker. It seems you took the scenic route.”
“I like to make my own way.” Garrett had a hint of a New Zealand accent that straightened my spine. It wasn’t just that his deep, sexy voice sent shivers through me, I also recognized it.
He used to be a big deal football player. I remembered his poster was hung up on my roommate’s wall in college. It was the last thing I saw every night when I went to sleep.
He wore a few days of stubble over his chiseled jaw; it wasn’t thick enough to hide the dimples in his cheeks, but it was dark enough to highlight his light, piercingly blue eyes.
Wait a minute. Why was everyone so hot and bothered over a football player? Last I heard, he quit playing five years ago. He was pretty, but he was a jock. I hated to stereotype, but playing football and running a stadium were completely different things.
How much could he possibly know about that side of things?
Garrett smoothly surveyed the crowd that gathered around him. Everyone said hello, some tried to introduce themselves fully, but no one could hold his interest long enough to get out their full title. Then, to my surprise, his gaze stopped on me. His eyes were the color of cresting waves and about a thousand times as deep.
“And who is this?” he asked.
“Me?” I gasped as if those waves were crashing over and drowning me. I didn’t ask him to notice me. It wasn’t like I was standing out in a crowd fangirling or anything; I was slightly behind both Dad and the other board members. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.
“Uh, hi.” I smiled, stammering the words out like a gibbering idiot. Garrett patiently waited, giving me all his attention. The band played a little louder to relieve some of the tension, but that seemed to only make everything more intense between us. I felt like I was going to turn into a puddle under his gaze. “They call me Judy—”
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