The Baxter Billionaires

The first time I met Damien Baxter, I told him to go eff himself. The second time I met him, I almost slapped him across the face after he made me cry. Third time’s a charm right? Wrong. But I have no choice. I’m stuck shadowing him at his company for the next two months. And if I want to achieve my dream of getting into the Ph.D. program I've worked toward my whole life, then I’m going to have to suck him up. It. Suck it up. If he has his way, though, the only thing I’m going to be learning from him is how to have my body utterly and completely ravaged and my heart broken.

Five years ago, I accidentally dirty danced with my brother's best friend, Kylian Baxter, in a London nightclub. What happened after had me fleeing to New York City so I wouldn't ever have to see him again. Now, we're both living in Hong Kong, and a chance meeting has him thrown back into my life. He's still all things he was five years ago. Charming. Sexy. And the bane of my entire existence.

Billionaire playboy Matthias Baxter cares about two things—his brothers and his family's company. Relationships don't make the list. But when scandal after scandal threatens to upturn a pivotal business deal, the only way to rehabilitate his public image is to find someone to play a dutiful fiancée. And fast. The last woman photographed with Matthias was his brother's ex-fiancée, Clarissa Masters. Beautiful. Elegant. And quick with a withering insult.

There is no man like Kingsley Baxter. Charming. Intelligent. Richer than King f*cking Midas. Untouchable. He has lived, breathed, and bled his family's company from the day he was born. His destiny has always been the same—to claim his birthright, the crown seat of Baxter Enterprises. Nothing else has ever mattered; everything else has been sacrificed. Enter Luna Pham, a wild mess of untamed raven hair, innocent eyes with a pouty, razor-sharp mouth that brings any man to his knees.