Trevillo Nelson is a different kind of billionaire. He wears that sharp business suit, but it sure as hell doesn’t fit.
He does things on his own terms and lives by his own rules.
A man of singular tastes, this thirty-two year old, oversexed demon doesn’t do young chicks.
Are you single, free and disengaged?
Sorry, he’s not into you.
Are you off the market?
Well, he’s most certainly attracted. And best believe he’ll seduce your underwear right down to your ankles, leaving you no choice but to give in.
That’s how the real estate mogul has always lived his life—backwards.
But everything takes a drastic turn, both for better and for worse, when twenty-five year old interior designer, Krissan Kingston, walks into his office…
Precious savior, it’s Angel versus Demon.
Krissan Kingston is carefree, selfish, and unconcerned with the complexities of life. She lives each day as it is given, uses men for her own sexual pleaures, and then discards them without a second thought. She believes life and people are overrated, so she strides through life with a shrug and a “whatever”.
Right out of the blue on a normal workday, Krissan Kingston gets summoned to her elusive boss’s office.
She enter…takes one look at the intimidating man with searing, azure-blue eyes and sees only one thing:
He does things on his own terms and lives by his own rules.
A man of singular tastes, this thirty-two year old, oversexed demon doesn’t do young chicks.
Are you single, free and disengaged?
Sorry, he’s not into you.
Are you off the market?
Well, he’s most certainly attracted. And best believe he’ll seduce your underwear right down to your ankles, leaving you no choice but to give in.
That’s how the real estate mogul has always lived his life—backwards.
But everything takes a drastic turn, both for better and for worse, when twenty-five year old interior designer, Krissan Kingston, walks into his office…
Precious savior, it’s Angel versus Demon.
Krissan Kingston is carefree, selfish, and unconcerned with the complexities of life. She lives each day as it is given, uses men for her own sexual pleaures, and then discards them without a second thought. She believes life and people are overrated, so she strides through life with a shrug and a “whatever”.
Right out of the blue on a normal workday, Krissan Kingston gets summoned to her elusive boss’s office.
She enter…takes one look at the intimidating man with searing, azure-blue eyes and sees only one thing:
Danger.
But instead of running in the opposite direction, she runs straight to him, crashing, colliding, exploding, not knowing who’s more hazardous to whom:
Him to her, or her to him?
When temptations arise and they are both tested, they both fail. And before they can even begin to forgive each other, to work it out, those mistakes erupt in their faces, throwing both their lives to the threat of death.
Will either of them be able to crawl out of their tumultuous relationship unscathed? Alive, even? Will they be able to look past all their ugliness and make it work somehow?
This is Trevillo and Krissan’s story, the third and final book of the Billionaire Brothers series.
But instead of running in the opposite direction, she runs straight to him, crashing, colliding, exploding, not knowing who’s more hazardous to whom:
Him to her, or her to him?
When temptations arise and they are both tested, they both fail. And before they can even begin to forgive each other, to work it out, those mistakes erupt in their faces, throwing both their lives to the threat of death.
Will either of them be able to crawl out of their tumultuous relationship unscathed? Alive, even? Will they be able to look past all their ugliness and make it work somehow?
This is Trevillo and Krissan’s story, the third and final book of the Billionaire Brothers series.
S. Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy, she's nomadic and tad loco. She believes cats are evil, and also detests dogs with a bitter passion--mainly because she'd been bitten over a dozen times on separate occasions by the rambunctious creatures in her formative years (she's got the scars to show!).
A lover of all things 'romance', Ann has always been a writer of poetries and songs of any kind. All who's acquainted with Ann can attest to witnessing her write her way through life: through destruction, devastation, hardship, sadness and disappointments, her coping mechanism has always been writing.
Having an obsessive and unquenchable affair with the written word, she's naturally a recluse who dwells inside her imagination and has to suffer continual bashings from her friends for being a neglectful pal who does nothing but sit around the computer all day, writing. Her top list of people-obsession includes King Solomon, Anne Boleyn, Chris Brown, Jonathon Rhys Meyers...
When she's not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh out loud, studying the Bible, or nursing any of the three alcoholic beverages: Black Label and Coke, Heineken, or a glass of Merlot.
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