The Assistant & The Dom Next Door are two billionaire romance stories featuring a dominant alpha male, a curvy heroine, with no cliffhangers, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
The Assistant Lust. Lies. Power.For Brock Gordon, the biggest playboy billionaire in the entire country, it’s just another day. When he sees something he wants, he gets it, no matter what—or who—it is. Life has always been one big game for Brock, and he knows he can have anything in the world if he waits for it.Until he meets a young girl who is fresh out of college.She is everything...
The Assistant & The Dom Next Door are two billionaire romance stories featuring a dominant alpha male, a curvy heroine, with no cliffhangers, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
The Assistant Lust. Lies. Power.For Brock Gordon, the biggest playboy billionaire in the entire country, it’s just another day. When he sees something he wants, he gets it, no matter what—or who—it is. Life has always been one big game for Brock, and he knows he can have anything in the world if he waits for it.Until he meets a young girl who is fresh out of college.She is everything Brock never knew he wanted. She is young, she is fresh, she is so innocent to the ways of the world of men. And she has spirit.From the moment he lays his eyes on her, he knows that he has to have her. But this prey is proving much harder to catch, and for the first time in his life, Brock must come to terms that he doesn’t get everything he wants.Or does he?
The Dom Next Door I used to know exactly what I would do with my life, and why. I planned to devote myself to God. I was in the middle of my novice training a little over a year ago, when someone blew up my parents’ car. They were the kindest people in the world, and their deaths shook the foundation of my faith. Now I’m lost, knocking around in a half-furnished new house with no family left but a sister who hates me. No one has ever found the people responsible for my parents’ murder, and the police don’t seem interested in trying to find them, either. The only bright spot in my life is the man who lives next door with his baby daughter.I look at him and remember that I’m a woman, not just a failed novice. He gives me one smile, and I feel some of the glacier of grief inside of me melt away. I can only imagine what a kiss from him would do.
