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.

My Billionaire Boss: The Complete Series (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Delilah’s plan worked a little too well…

She thought a low-level job in the records department of the Stone-Black Corporation would allow her to uncover wrong-doings she could show to the world to take the company down. But after only three days she’s suddenly promoted to work as executive assistant to Jackson Stone, mercurial billionaire CEO and number #1 on her list of bastards who deserve a slap in the face.

He has a temper.

He has a secret.

He is absolutely gorgeous.

When he punishes her for snooping around his office, she realizes she may be in over her head…

Delilah is introduced to Jackson Stone’s dark world of dominance and submission. He makes her his slave and she follows him every shocking step of the way. But will she take revenge for the town his business destroyed or will she follow her indecisive heart?

Suspense, action and erotic romance combine in this story of lust, obsession and dark desire.

This complete version My Billionaire Boss comes with a bonus 17,000-word novella, Bought: Mr. Money, Part 1.

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EXCERPT:

“I’ve been what?

I adjusted my glasses and tried to swallow but my throat had gone dry.

“Promoted to executive assistant. Take your things, these papers and go to the top floor,” Ms. Green, the HR manager, said in a cold voice.

I tried to find my voice but only a croak came out and I felt myself break out in the sweat.

“I’d hurry if I were you. Mr. Stone doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” she said, not looking up from her computer screen.

“But I’m meant to be working as a records clerk,” I protested. I’d only been at Stone-Black for three days and I’d already been promoted?

“And now you’re an executive assistant. Take these with you. Good luck with your short-term career.” She handed me an elevator fob and waved her hand at a stack of papers.

I picked up the papers and headed in the general direction of the elevator, trying to work out whether I should just walk out the front door. And what did she mean by “short-term career”?

Executive Assistant to Mr. Jackson Stone. The CEO of Stone-Black and reputed to be a mercurial tyrant who hired and fired people on a whim. I’d only seen his picture on the web – various charity balls, meetings with government officials – and what could I say? The man was hot. Tall with blond hair and blue-green eyes, he was a billionaire to boot. In every photo he seemed to be wearing a scowl as though there was a volcano inside him, barely held in check.

I got halfway to the elevator before I decided to bail on my plan. The Stone-Black corporation had practically destroyed my home-town of Bedford and then gotten away with it via various sneaky legal maneuvers. I thought being hired in the records department was the perfect way to discover something that could topple the whole business. I knew it had been too perfect to get that job and after only three days I had been “promoted” to executive assistant.

I turned abruptly and crashed directly into a man who’d been striding behind me. I dropped the papers to the ground, along with my bag. Bits and pieces went everywhere.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I stammered, trying to pick up all the papers at once from the floor.

A red-leather briefcase came down next to my handbag and its contents strewn across the floor. The man scooped up the contents and put them back into the bag as I gathered the papers.

“Ms. Neri?”

I swallowed again and croaked something that could possibly have been yes as I followed the line of an Italian suit up to two blue-green eyes.

Jackson Stone. CEO of Stone-Black. Holding my Wal-Mart bag in one hand and a tiny bright red bullet vibrator in the other.

My tiny bright red bullet vibrator. The one hidden down the very bottom of my bag in a separate compartment.

He held my gaze for a moment before dropping the vibrator into the bag and then holding out his palm to me.

I held out my hand and he pulled me to my feet. The website images didn’t do him justice. He was tall but broad too and I could feel the strength of his hand on mine.

“Jackson Stone,” he said and then frowned at me. “Weren’t you meant to be coming upstairs to serve as my executive assistant?”

The way he said serve sent a shiver through my body. The man cut an impeccable figure in his classic dark Italian suit and white shirt. Almost enough to make me forget why I was here. But not quite. I changed my mind about leaving even though I felt my heart thud at the idea of working so closely with him.

“Delilah Neri.” At least my voice had come back.

He turned our hands clasping into a handshake and looked me up and down. Between my Wal-Mart bag, Kmart skirt, shoes and shirt and red hair-tie that was struggling to hold my chestnut hair back I can imagine how I must have looked: like everything I owned was worth less than his briefcase.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

“Oh, right,” I stammered, feeling my fragile resolve leaking away.

He stood, holding my hand and staring directly into my eyes. Waiting.

I took my hand back and smoothed my skirt down.

“Delilah Neri, Sir.”

He handed me back my bag, picked up his briefcase from the floor and then took the top piece of paper from the mixed-up pile I held in my hand.

“These are the handouts going to my investors. You need to put them back in order and then join me on the top floor before we go to the boardroom.”

He put the paper back and I glanced down at it. It was numbered page thirteen of eighteen and had a name printed across the top: Javier Toro.

“The meeting is in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.”

With that he strode past me and I knelt down to retrieve the rest of the papers. I gathered the last few and turned around to find Mr. Stone standing behind me. He grabbed my wrist and drew me close to him.

“In that room, you represent me. You do not want to let me down.”

He let me go and walked away, this time entering the elevator. I stood there, my heart thumping as he turned around and looked at me before the doors closed. I could still feel his fingers on my wrist, could still smell him – a mixture of soap and masculine scent.

“Don’t make him wait,” Ms. Green said from her desk.

I rushed over to an empty desk and dropped the papers on it before bolting off to the ladies room. The door closed behind me and I grabbed onto a cool ceramic basin, trying to calm myself.

Fuck him.

The thought ran across my mind with every meaning attached. I’d been face-to-face with the CEO of Stone-Black and the urge to slap him in the face for all his company had done was strong. But so was my next thought – to slap him in the face while he pushed me down on a bed. To have him hold down my hands while I struggled. To have him push my legs apart and fuck me.

“Fuck,” I muttered and turned on the cold water to wash my hands to try to cool myself down. Was I really going to go through with this? My low-level job in the records department was meant to get me something to hurt Stone-Black. I’d hoped for something to embarrass them at least or something bigger to really make them sting. Now I was going to be executive assistant to the Jackson Stone, the CEO whose face and story I’d studied a hundred times. A man I thought I truly hated. And now that I’d seen him in the flesh, a part of me wanted him.

“Don’t forget why you’re here,” I told myself in the mirror and adjusted my hair.

I took deep breaths as I headed out to collect and sort the papers.

I can do this.

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.

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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.

Desire: Mr. Money, Part 4 (A BDSM Erotic Romance)

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Allie is broke, heart-broken and broken down. She knows she and Ettore can’t be just colleagues but she needs the job. Will he keep his promise to keep it strictly business?

But when your business is pleasure, pleasure soon becomes your business…

Meanwhile, someone has been planting drug-dealers in Ettore’s clubs, intent on shutting him down.

This is the fourth part of the “Mr. Money” series by Emily Cantore and is 19300 words long.

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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 reached down and gently ran my fingers through his hair before suddenly gripping it.

“Say that love isn’t just for chumps.”

I tugged on his hair to emphasize my point.

“This is coercion,” Ettore said.

“This is dominance. Now say that love isn’t just for chumps.”

“You’ll never make me talk,” he said and lifted an eyebrow.

I squeezed with my legs and pulled his hair again before leaning down, my face inches from his.

“Too bad you don’t have a safe word.”

I kissed him, hard and then bit his bottom lip even harder before pulling his hair again.

“Say it!”

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.

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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.”