(This is an erotic romance. It contains graphic language, very steamy love scenes and lots of emotion.)
Down on her luck, nursing student and full-time waitress Kara Foster gets a massive blow to her already desperate financial situation that will surely find her living on the streets. Needing nothing less than a miracle to save her, Kara gets rescue from an unknown, unlikely and overwhelming source. Billionaire Simon Hudson makes her an offer that is impossible to refuse, but terrifying to accept from a man that she's never met. Will the handsome, alpha billionaire really be a solution to her problems, or will he end up being a major complication and a danger to her emotional sanity?
Reclusive billionaire Simon Hudson would rather be behind a computer creating computer games than rubbing elbows with the elite and he knows exactly what he wants...until he meets Kara Foster. Something about Kara touches Simon in ways he's never experienced and definitely doesn't like. For over a year, Simon watches over Kara, but stubbornly refuses to admit his desire to possess her, not even to himself. But when she ends up in a situation that could very well be her destruction, Simon steps up to help her, not realizing that in saving Kara, he might very well be salvaging his own soul.
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Bonus story - Handling Simon
Simon Hudson paced his home office,
scowling as he stared down at his iPhone.
I'm running a little late. Be home
soon.
Kara had sent the text a half hour
ago, and she still wasn't home. Like the day hasn't been fucking long enough?
Logically, he knew she was probably safe, on her way home from work. But when
it came to Kara, he didn't exactly operate with reason. Never had. Never would.
His analytical mind took a vacation
when it came to his wife. She was his entire world, and the thought of anything
harming her turned him into a dominant beast that wanted to do nothing except
keep her by his side every minute of every day.
"Why the hell does she have to
work? It's not like I can't support her." His voice was husky, bewildered.
His wife was six months pregnant, and still working fulltime as a nurse at the
hospital. And every time she left in the morning for what he knew had to be a gruelling
twelve- hour shift, he panicked, his anxiety level on overdrive until she
arrived safely at home in the "Because she likes to work. Because she'd be
bored if she didn't. Because she worked hard for her education and wants to use
it?" The amused, feminine reply sounded from the doorway of his computer
lab.
Kara's husky, teasing voice flowed
over him like silk, the tension draining from his body as he stopped pacing,
his eyes raking over her figure in the doorway with a covetous, possessive
gaze.
Mine. My wife.
That thought hit him like a sucker
punch with a baseball bat to his chest-one delivered by a major leaguer. Would
there ever come a day where he didn't find Kara more fascinating and beautiful
than he did the day before? He highly doubted it. He was a lucky bastard, and
he knew it.
Smiling, she moved toward him, and his
heart thundered as she glided closer, his dominant genes urging him to seize
and conquer her. Those desires warred with his need to protect her, to keep her
safe. It was always like that with Kara, but now that she was pregnant, his
protective instincts always won.
She must have showered at the
hospital, and she looked beautiful in a light, floral, loose fitting sundress
that nearly hid the swell of her abdomen. Not for the first time, Simon swore
his wife was sexiest pregnant woman on earth. His cock stood at attention as he
caught her enticing scent, stepping forward to seize her around the waist and
hold her tightly against his body, drowning in her essence, forgetting for just
a moment that he was pissed off at her for coming home late and scaring the
shit out of him.
"You're never leaving this house
again," he growled, pulling the clip from her hair and letting the silky
waves flow over his fingers.
"You say that every time I come
home," Kara answered casually, winding her arms around his neck.
"I mean it this time." And
he did. Completely. He was so not letting her go to work again. His heart
couldn't take it. "Why were you late? Bad shift?" he asked curiously,
slightly mollified by her nearness and the way she wrapped herself around him.
"You always mean it, but you'll
let me go again next time," she answered confidently. "Because you
love me and you know working makes me happy."
Dammit. Why did she always play that
card? It was exactly how she got to him every time. "I'm not weakening
this time." He wasn't. Absolutely not.
"Simon...you have enough security
on me to protect the entire country. And you will let me go," she answered
softly, her lips grazing over his temple, the warmth of her breath wafting over
his ear. "We had a deal and you're not breaking it."
Oh, hell. What the fuck had possessed
him to agree to any deal that entailed her being even the tiniest bit
vulnerable?
Her hands wandered over his chest,
meandering around to his back, her nails lightly raking over the cotton of his
old t-shirt. He shuddered and closed his eyes as her tongue lightly traced the
contours of his ear and cupped his jean clad ass in her hands, rubbing her lush
body sensually against his, urging his groin against her.
Oh, yeah… that.
Damn it. "It's not working this time, sweetheart," he answered
gruffly, hating himself for the lack of conviction in his voice.
"I missed you," she
whispered softly in his ear.
Okay...fucking deflated. Demolished.
Destroyed. The woman in his arms was diabolical when it came to persuasion.
Kara was his greatest joy...and his biggest weakness.
Swinging her up in his arms, he told
her unhappily, "I want to renegotiate by telephone with at least one room
between us."
She laughed lightly and wrapped her
arms around his neck as he plunked down on a comfortable leather sofa with Kara
sprawled on his lap. "No deal. You already agreed to let me work as long
as the baby and I are healthy. And we are. I stopped at the doctor for my check
up. We're both fine," she told him in a placating voice.
"Why didn't you tell me? I would
have come with you." He always went with her. Being in awe of her
pregnancy, he never wanted to miss a thing.
Kara rolled her eyes and gently
smoothed back a lock of unruly hair from his forehead. "It was just a
quick check and you grill poor Dr. Shapiro every time you go with me. Last time
we were there for hours."
"I had a few questions,"
Simon answered defensively.
"A few?" She gave him a
sharp, disbelieving look. "It was like you were a prosecuting attorney
interrogating a murder suspect. I'm lucky the poor woman still wants to deliver
our baby.
Okay...maybe he had gone a little bit
overboard. But he was concerned, dammit. "I want to go next time," he
said, disgruntled.
"I won't leave you out of
anything important," she promised him sweetly. "It was supposed to be
a quick check, but it took a little longer than I thought it would."
He looked up at her, his expression
immediately concerned, one hand instinctively covering her distended abdomen.
"Why. Are there problems?"
Her hand covered his, stroking his
fingers. "No. No problems. But I knew you really wanted to know the sex of
the baby and I was being selfish when I said I didn't want to know."
Honestly, Simon didn't think it was
selfish at all. Kara was absolutely incapable of being selfish, and although he
loved to tease her, the sex of the child she carried inside her didn't matter. It
was their child, another miracle for him, and he couldn't have cared less if
the child born because of the incredible love he shared with Kara was male or
female. "It's not selfish. You want to be surprised. I'm good with
that." Hell, he was good with anything that made his wife happy. She was
the one who had to go through the pregnancy and childbirth, a whole process
that still terrified the hell out of him.
"It's a girl," she said in a
hushed voice, her eyes round and moist as she met his gaze, her smile
tremulous. "I asked Dr. Shapiro to tell me. I was being hormonal when I
said I didn't want to know when I had the ultrasound. I decided I wanted to
know and asked her to tell me before I changed my mind again. I want to plan. I
want to buy baby clothes. We're moving into our new home next month and I want
to decorate the nursery."
Tears started to spill from her eyes,
trailing down her cheeks in a seemingly endless stream. "Don't cry,"
he demanded. Damn. He hated it when she cried, and she seemed to be doing it
fairly often since she'd gotten pregnant. "Are you sure? Are you
disappointed?"
Simon's heart was hammering, slamming
against his chest wall as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and cradled her
head gently against his chest. He stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her
to stop crying. Were her tears good or bad? He would have thought by now he
would know, but her tears destroyed him completely, and he never had figured
out how to tell the difference.
Please don't let her be disappointed. She
wanted a boy.
"I'm happy," she hiccupped
against his chest, the front of his t-shirt saturated. "Did you really
think I cared if it was a boy or a girl?" She pulled her head back to look
at him and his breath seized as he looked into her eyes. "But it does seem
that you're getting your way," she mentioned grumpily.
"About damn time," he
grumbled back, rubbing her belly with a tenderness that belied his
"We're having a daughter, Simon.
A little girl."
Simon felt the baby kick against his
palm and he started, grinning as Kara smiled down at him, glowing with a
happiness that nearly stopped his heart.
Leaning her head against his shoulder,
she sighed. "I think having a girl will be wonderful. Two females to equal
out the testosterone overload in the house," she giggled against his
shoulder.
Two females who will have me firmly
wrapped around their little fingers. But somehow, Simon couldn't bring himself to really care.
Kara had ensnared him completely, and he would happily walk into his daughter's
net. He'd gladly be captured if the joy he was feeling was the end result.
"No ganging up on me," he insisted, pulling Kara tightly against him.
"No promises." She
straightened, straddling him, her sundress bunching at her hips as she
plastered herself against him, her core pressed against his burgeoning cock.
He groaned as she ground against him,
the heat of her seeping into the denim of his jeans. Supporting her head, he
flipped her gently, trapping her hands over her head as he gently imprisoned her
beneath him. "Promise," he demanded, keeping Kara at his mercy.
"Nope," she answered
cheekily. "You wanted a girl and that's what you're getting. Mother and
daughter bonding is a beautiful thing."
He covered her mouth with his, the
flame between them igniting completely as he tried to tell her everything he
felt with his kiss. It was an embrace of desperate need and a joy so intense he
couldn't express himself in words. He'd never been good at telling Kara exactly
how he felt-maybe because there truly weren't any words to explain the intense
emotions.
They both came out of the kiss
breathless. "Promise me," he said huskily, no longer certain what he
wanted her to say. Hell, he'd give her anything she wanted, everything she
desired, as long as she never left him.
"I promise I'll love you
forever," she answered huskily, her lips swollen, her love for him shining
in her eyes.
"Good enough," he answered
swiftly, knowing that she was all he'd ever wanted, all he'd ever needed, and
those were the exact words he needed to hear.
Waves of fierce protectiveness washed
over him, but he didn't allow those emotions to take him over. He could be a
dominant asshole tomorrow. And he most likely would be insanely possessive when
the fact that he and Kara were having a little girl really had a chance to sink
in.
But at that moment, as he looked into
the eyes of the woman who had changed his entire life forever, all he wanted to
do was love her.
And he did.
Heart of The Billionaire (Book Two)
The Billionaire Salvation (Book Three)
The Billionaire's Game (Book Four)
Billionaire Undone - Book Five
Billionaire Unmasked - Book Six
Billionaire Unbound - Book Eight
J.S. Scott is a New
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J.S. Scott writes both contemporary steamy romance stories and paranormal romance
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