Mr. Money: The Complete Series (A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Box Set)

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Mr. Money: The Complete Series (A BDSM Billionaire Erotic Romance Box Set)

Ettore Zane, AKA Mr. Money AKA Billionaire “King of Sex”, has just bought the company Allie Davis works for. Now she’s his right-hand associate in his sex toy and club empire. And he has no problem mixing business with pleasure.
Ettore also knows something Allie doesn’t… her boyfriend is a cheat. And there is nothing he hates more…
As Allie is swept up in the world of billionaire sex-mogul Ettore Zane she finds herself falling for him, even though she knows it is a mistake. But when your business is pleasure, pleasure soon becomes your business…
This is the complete series of Mr. Money collected in one box set. It features a billionaire alpha male, explicit scenes and it intended for readers 18+ only!
This complete version of Mr. Money comes with a bonus story, Hot Springs Werewolf, Part 1.

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EXCERPT: 

“Ms. Davis, are you ready?”

I leaned back in my chair and saw Mr. Zane sitting with his feet up on his desk, sipping a coffee. The cup could have had whisky in it from how he looked. His top button was undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up and I saw on his right arm tattooed black lines spiraling upwards. I wondered how far they went.

I turned back to my document. I’d had it ready for the last fifteen minutes and had spent that time trying to work out how to talk about this vibrator without turning every shade of red there was. That wasn’t entirely true. I’d also spent a chunk of that time trying to think of boring things so the tingle between my legs went away. Ice-burgs. Local politics. I’d failed at that.

I printed two copies, the machine on the other side of my office quickly spitting them out and then grabbed my notepad, bottle of water and took a deep breath before walking out to Mr. Zane.

“Watch out, there’s a seat there,” he said with a hint of a smile, sliding his feet off his desk.

I sat down and handed him one copy of the report. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a large black stapler. He put the report in and then slammed his hand down on it, the echo crashing through the room.

“Should I do you too?” he asked.

“No thank you.”

A very mischievous part of my brain took hold of the second meaning and hit the button for temperature increase.

Mr. Zane flipped over the first page of the report but barely looked at it. “Can you take me through this?”

“Certainly.” I was going with ultra-professional to get me through this. They were just words. Like brick or hat or tree. Any sexual connotations was only happening in my mind.

“Fifty-three survey responses. Nine out of ten rated it at higher than nine out of ten overall.”

“On what scale?”

He was looking at me with those green eyes and I knew he wanted me to say it. I also knew that he’d already read the survey results.

“Satisfaction.”

“And?”

“Number of orgasms. Speed of orgasm.”

He nodded as though we were discussing nothing more interesting than toast.

“A common response was feeling like they had had sex after using the vibrator.”

He looked down at his page and I saw him read what I didn’t say.

“You’ve written something else here.”

“Yes, you can read it there.”

He smiled and put the report down. “In a few days, if you’re willing, we’re going to be visiting some sex toy manufacturers and having meetings with people pitching new products at us. You are going to need to be able to say-” he looked down at the report “I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before without stumbling over it.”

I bit my lip and looked down at the report. Bad enough I had to read this out with him smirking at me but he was doing that double sentence meaning thing with if you’re willing. I looked up and held Mr. Zane’s gaze.

“Participant 21 reported I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before. She also said that she enjoyed the Silent Z in her pussy while her boyfriend fucked her ass and she went on at great length about how she’d fuck the creator of the Silent Z senseless if she could find time away from her now favorite toy.”

Somehow I managed to hold it together, only glancing down to quote her directly.

“That’s the kind of results we want.” He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to the desk. “Wasn’t that the hottest thing you’ve read? She’s completely uninhibited, loves to fuck and is happy to tell everyone about it. This is the kind of woman we need in the world. This is the kind of woman I’d love to fuck.”

He sat back and then pulled open the drawer the stapler had come from. This time though he took out a Silent Z. It looked tiny in his hands.

“Have you tried it?” he asked.

I shook my head, afraid to speak unless a squeak came out or a moan.

He pressed the base but I heard nothing. Then he reached out with it and waved for me to give him my hand. Like it was a on a string, I lifted it up and he clasped my wrist, pulling me forward in the chair. He pressed the tip of the vibrator against my palm and immediately, the buzzing sensation jittered up my arm, closely followed by goose-bumps.

“Completely silent,” he whispered. “Feel how powerful it is?” He moved the tip of the vibrator across my palm and towards my wrist. The vibration was buzzing up my arm and all I could think about was how his hand felt around my wrist. His hand was so large and my wrist so small in comparison.

“How does that feel?” he said.

Entice: Mr. Money, Part 5 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Ettore’s business is under attack from all sides and life has taken a dangerous turn. Allie has told Ettore she loves him and he merely kissed her in response. Can they survive corporate sabotage turned deadly?

Allie must risk it all… and that includes her heart.

This is the final part of the “Mr. Money” series by Emily Cantore and is 15775 words long.

Available at:

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Bought: Part 1, Cellar: Part 2, April: Part 3, Desire: Part 4, Entice: Part 5 (the final book) are now available!

EXTRACT:

A finger brushed across his lips. I’m sorry I thought you lied to me.

His hand tracing down my spine. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about your cheating ex.

Our soft strokes were joined by gentle kisses. I kissed Ettore on both cheeks, both eyelids, on his chin and just under his nose. He kissed a line across my face, starting at one ear and ending at the other.

In the dim light under the sheet I saw his green eyes absorbing me. They were luminous pools of emerald with magnetic swirls of pure black in their centers. He looked into my eyes and I saw he was unguarded. The Ettore of the unbalancing innuendo was hidden away. There would be no witty banter, no attempt to push and pull the other person. He was open to me and I to him.

It was a kiss on the side of my lip that finally pushed us from warm comfort to heated passion. Ettore kissed me and I turned my head and in the space of a heartbeat my lips were on his, my mouth open. Hands formerly stroking became grasping. Our bodies pulled together, fitting perfectly. Ettore nipped my earlobe with his teeth and I sighed, turning my head to expose my neck. He continued downwards, gently biting, sending shivers through my body.

April: Mr. Money, Part 3 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Allie is caught up in the world of Ettore Zane, billionaire sex mogul, and never wants to go home. In the midst of all the pleasure, there is business to conduct.

But all good things must come to an end… and when Allie returns home it is to a shocking revelation.

This is the third part of the “Mr. Money” series by Emily Cantore and is 16260 words long.

Available at:

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Bought: Part 1, Cellar: Part 2, April: Part 3, Desire: Part 4, Entice: Part 5 (the final book) are now available!

EXTRACT:

I winked at him and picked up the menu.

“Anything good here?” I asked, pretending I wasn’t on the edge of grabbing him too.

“I want you to agree to do as I ask.”

I looked at him over the top of the menu.

“And what are you going to ask?”

“It’s a surprise. But you must agree before I tell you. You will enjoy it.”

I looked down at the menu, not reading it and feeling a nervous energy in my stomach. Ettore like to push boundaries and I’m sure whatever he had in mind was going to definitely push mine.

“Well?”

I put the menu down on the table and looked him in the eye.

“I agree.”

Cellar: Mr. Money, Part 2 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Allie tried to give as good as she got and Ettore turned the tables on her.

Now he wants her to fly with him to Las Vegas for the week to buy Cellar, the hottest sex club in America. Strictly business. He promises…

This is the second part of the “Mr. Money” series by Emily Cantore and is 15700 words long.

Available at:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble Nook

All Romance eBooks

Smashwords

Bought: Part 1, Cellar: Part 2, April: Part 3, Desire: Part 4, Entice: Part 5 (the final book) are now available!

EXTRACT:

At some point, Ettore looked up and saw me but I was too content and relaxed to care. He wiped sweat off his forehead and split a final chunk of wood before throwing the pieces in the pile he’d chopped. He slipped the axe into a green wheelbarrow and then loaded it up.

“Wood for the winter,” he said once he arrived at the house.

“Does it get cold in Las Vegas? Lots of snow in the desert?”

“It gets cold enough. The house has heating but a wood fire is … sexier.”

“I agree.” I was looking at the black lines up his arm that swept around his shoulder and on to his back. I wanted him to turn around so I could see the rest of his tattoo.

He looked like he was going to say something else but then just smiled to himself. “There are some gloves there – help me out?”

I slipped the work gloves on and together we carried the wood through into the house and stacked it up next to the fireplace.

I was here with this gorgeous man and I was holding back because … I was shy? Because of loyalty to a man who couldn’t even be bothered to answer his phone and was almost certainly cheating on me? I felt like I’d woken up from a deep sleep and there was no way I was going to return to that drowse where the months slipped by like days.

Ettore wanted me.

I wanted him.

As he said: Why did it have to be so complicated?

Bought: Mr. Money, Part 1 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Meet the new boss … definitely not the same as the old boss.

Ettore Zane, AKA Mr. Money AKA Billionaire “King of Sex”, has just bought the company Allie Davis works for. Now she’s his right-hand associate in his sex toy and club empire. And he has no problem mixing business with pleasure.

Ettore also knows something Allie doesn’t… her boyfriend is a cheat. And there is nothing he hates more…

This is the first part of the “Mr. Money” series by Emily Cantore and is 17200 words long.

Available at:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble Nook

All Romance eBooks

Smashwords

Bought: Part 1, Cellar: Part 2, April: Part 3, Desire: Part 4, Entice: Part 5 (the final book) are now available!

EXTRACT:

“Ms. Davis, are you ready?”

I leaned back in my chair and saw Mr. Zane sitting with his feet up on his desk, sipping a coffee. The cup could have had whisky in it from how he looked. His top button was undone, his shirt sleeves rolled up and I saw on his right arm tattooed black lines spiraling upwards. I wondered how far they went.

I turned back to my document. I’d had it ready for the last fifteen minutes and had spent that time trying to work out how to talk about this vibrator without turning every shade of red there was. That wasn’t entirely true. I’d also spent a chunk of that time trying to think of boring things so the tingle between my legs went away. Ice-burgs. Local politics. I’d failed at that.

I printed two copies, the machine on the other side of my office quickly spitting them out and then grabbed my notepad, bottle of water and took a deep breath before walking out to Mr. Zane.

“Watch out, there’s a seat there,” he said with a hint of a smile, sliding his feet off his desk.

I sat down and handed him one copy of the report. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a large black stapler. He put the report in and then slammed his hand down on it, the echo crashing through the room.

“Should I do you too?” he asked.

“No thank you.”

A very mischievous part of my brain took hold of the second meaning and hit the button for temperature increase.

Mr. Zane flipped over the first page of the report but barely looked at it. “Can you take me through this?”

“Certainly.” I was going with ultra-professional to get me through this. They were just words. Like brick or hat or tree. Any sexual connotations was only happening in my mind.

“Fifty-three survey responses. Nine out of ten rated it at higher than nine out of ten overall.”

“On what scale?”

He was looking at me with those green eyes and I knew he wanted me to say it. I also knew that he’d already read the survey results.

“Satisfaction.”

“And?”

“Number of orgasms. Speed of orgasm.”

He nodded as though we were discussing nothing more interesting than toast.

“A common response was feeling like they had had sex after using the vibrator.”

He looked down at his page and I saw him read what I didn’t say.

“You’ve written something else here.”

“Yes, you can read it there.”

He smiled and put the report down. “In a few days, if you’re willing, we’re going to be visiting some sex toy manufacturers and having meetings with people pitching new products at us. You are going to need to be able to say-” he looked down at the report “I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before without stumbling over it.”

I bit my lip and looked down at the report. Bad enough I had to read this out with him smirking at me but he was doing that double sentence meaning thing with if you’re willing. I looked up and held Mr. Zane’s gaze.

“Participant 21 reported I feel like I’ve been fucked harder than I’ve been fucked before. She also said that she enjoyed the Silent Z in her pussy while her boyfriend fucked her ass and she went on at great length about how she’d fuck the creator of the Silent Z senseless if she could find time away from her now favorite toy.”

Somehow I managed to hold it together, only glancing down to quote her directly.

“That’s the kind of results we want.” He lowered his voice and leaned in closer to the desk. “Wasn’t that the hottest thing you’ve read? She’s completely uninhibited, loves to fuck and is happy to tell everyone about it. This is the kind of woman we need in the world. This is the kind of woman I’d love to fuck.”

He sat back and then pulled open the drawer the stapler had come from. This time though he took out a Silent Z. It looked tiny in his hands.

“Have you tried it?” he asked.

I shook my head, afraid to speak unless a squeak came out or a moan.

He pressed the base but I heard nothing. Then he reached out with it and waved for me to give him my hand. Like it was a on a string, I lifted it up and he clasped my wrist, pulling me forward in the chair. He pressed the tip of the vibrator against my palm and immediately the buzzing sensation jittered up my arm, closely followed by goose-bumps.

“Completely silent,” he whispered. “Feel how powerful it is?” He moved the tip of the vibrator across my palm and towards my wrist. The vibration was buzzing up my arm and all I could think about was how his hand felt around my wrist. His hand was so large and my wrist so small in comparison.

“How does that feel?” he said.