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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Personal Note

  Playboy Billionaire

  Billionaire Smutty Romance Collection

  Menage Romance

  Billionaire’s Nanny Romance Series

  Cowboy Romance Series

  Lust: A Womanizer Series

  Office Romance Collection

  Mia’s Hot Seller - Fair Play (Complete Story)

  Mia’s Hot Seller - Seduced By Two (Complete Story)

  Exclusive Excerpt and Cover Reveal: Taken (Releasing on 25th Mar’17)

  Similar Books by Mia Ford (Available exclusively on Amazon only)

  PLAYBOY BILLIONAIRE

  MIA FORD

  Contents

  Copyright

  Personal Note

  Playboy Billionaire

  Billionaire Smutty Romance Collection

  Menage Romance

  Billionaire’s Nanny Romance Series

  Cowboy Romance Series

  Lust: A Womanizer Series

  Office Romance Collection

  Mia’s Hot Seller - Fair Play (Complete Story)

  Mia’s Hot Seller - Seduced By Two (Complete Story)

  Exclusive Excerpt and Cover Reveal: Taken (Releasing on 25th Mar’17)

  Similar Books by Mia Ford (Available exclusively on Amazon only)

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  This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

  Personal Note

  Hey,

  I am Mia Ford, author of steamy contemporary romance. I love both reading and writing them!

  First of all, I would like to thank you for choosing to download my book and read it. It really means a lot to me!!!

  I’m sure this book will offer you the best reading pleasure. As a compliment, I have included a few bonus stories for you just after the main book.

  As a special feature in bonus stories, you also get to read 2 of my HOT SELLERS - “Fair Play” & “Seduced By Two”.

  Also included is an exclusive cover reveal and excerpt of my yet to be released “Taken”.

  (“Taken” releases on 25th Mar’17)

  You can read this super steamy and explosive content via the TOC.

  So go on, spoil yourself!!!

  Treat yourself as a queen and you will attract a king!

  xx Mia.

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  Playboy Billionaire

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  When I first got hired at Creovation, Inc., I knew that my life was about to change. I went from small girl to businesswoman extraordinaire in the course of just an hour.

  There was just one catch. He was tall, dark, and handsome. His name was Justin Long.

  And he was the son of the wealthiest man in New York City. Not to mention a bastard playboy, who had never had a job, much less a relationship.

  William P. Long hired me to be a writer and administrative assistant. But as soon as Justin started acting up again, William knew that his son was going to take some real instruction.

  And little did I know, I was William’s pick for the perfect girl to whip this bad boy into shape.

  The only problem?

  Justin’s devilish sapphire eyes and my virginal heart. A dangerous, explosive combination.

  Would I let Justin break my heart? Or would Justin’s rebellious nature merely break my ways?

  Justin

  They say there’s a turning point for everything, that no one is able to continue a winning streak of luck for very long.

  Well, whoever said that hasn’t ever met Justin Long, heir to one of the biggest fortunes on the East Coast.

  As I was lying in bed that morning, smirking and reliving the adventures of the night before, an annoying whine whispered into my ear. Frowning, I rolled over and opened my eyes.

  “Hey sexy,” a naked blonde whispered. She had my thousand-thread-count sheet pulled high over her obviously fake but still perfect breasts, and she was grinning, biting her lower lip and fluttering her lashes at me. It was immediately apparent that she thought this made her special – that something about her was so good that she stuck out from the rest of my conquests in a blaze of sex and golden light. But I was about to burst her bubble.

  “What are you still doing here?” I groaned, rolling over and trying to climb out of bed.

  The blonde whined again, something too quiet for me to hear.

  Rolling my eyes, I turned around and glared at her. “I asked you a question,” I said in a pointed voice. “You feel like answering me or not?”

  The blonde frowned. She bit her lip – she wasn’t pouting this time, and the disappointment on her face was obvious.

  “Why?” She pushed her hair away from her forehead. “You were fine when I said I was gonna sleep over last night.” Before I could reply, she was crawling towards me. The sheet fell away from her body, exposing magnificent breasts capped with pink nipples. My sore cock twitched between my legs, but I knew all too well that getting involved with a creature like this was dangerous.

  “Well, I was fuckin’ drunk last night, sweetheart,” I said sarcastically, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of shorts. “Now you gotta go – get a move on.”

  The blonde pouted. She flopped back against the pillows, arranging her blonde mane of tangled curls.

  “I think you’re mean,” she said. “You have such a great apartment – you won’t even know I’m here. Hey, do you want to get breakfast?”

  “No,” I said icily. “I’ve told you – I want you to leave. I’m getting in the shower, and I want you gone by the time I get back.”

  The blonde made a noise of frustration, then yanked the sheet over her head and pretended to hide as I crossed the room. The plush wall-to-wall carpeting felt amazing on my feet, but days like this I found myself unable to appreciate the luxurious splendor of my apartment.

  In the bathroom, I pissed in the sink, then grabbed a toothbrush and started wearily working its way through my mouth. My whole body hurt – I’d drunk so much tequila last night that I wasn’t at all surprised I’d let my conquest sleep over. Most of the time, I had a rule: no woman was allowed to sleep over, even if she was passed out drunk.

  Last night, last night, I thought as I furiously scrubbed the taste of booze and limes and salt off my teeth. What did I do last night?

  I had a vague memory of meeting my buddy Brett for drinks, then going out to the Hustler club. But after that, everything got foggy. With an aggravated sigh, I reached into my deluxe standing shower and turned the water on to the hottest possible temperature. Instantly, a steamy spray of hot moisture gushed from the three rainforest shower heads I’d had installed just a couple of months ago. I grinned at my naked reflection in the mirror – even hungover, Justin Long was one sexy motherfucker.

  Rinsing my teeth, I
tossed my toothbrush to the side and waded under the hot spray. The water soaked through my hair and over my skin, almost like a baptism, a renewal. Closing my eyes, I groaned as I rubbed my hands through my dark hair. It was stiff at the roots with grease and sweat, and I could practically smell the leftover tequila steaming out of my pores.

  A knock on the glass made me open my eyes and cry out in surprise. The blonde was standing on the other side of the shower, naked, and pouting at me. Her lips were chapped and her skin was dry – she was obviously just as hungover as I was. Still, I could tell she was dying to impress me.

  “Justin,” the blonde cooed, pressing her naked body against the door. Her large breasts pressed against the glass wall of the shower and I couldn’t help but stare.

  “Leave me alone,” I grunted. “I told you, you’re supposed to leave.”

  The blonde frowned. “Justin, come on, can’t I get in the shower with you?” She made a suggestive face – opening her mouth and running the tip of a pink tongue over her lips.

  “No,” I said. I shook my head. “Go home. If you need money for a cab, there’s a twenty on the dresser.”

  The blonde pouted. “Come on,” she said in a coy voice. “I’m so dirty, Justin. I need to rinse off – please?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Fuck off,” I mumbled. “You’re not getting in here.”

  To my surprise, the blonde yanked open the shower door. As soon as she tried stepping inside, I put both of my hands on her shoulders and pushed her firmly away. She cried out in surprise before slipping on the wet floor and falling down with her legs splayed.

  “I told you,” I hissed. “I want you gone. I don’t fuck women more than once, you got that? You need to leave, or I’m coming out of the shower and calling the cops.”

  The woman stared back at me with hurt, anger, and disappointment glowing in her brown eyes. For a moment, we held each other’s gaze. Then she made a sound under breath and stalked out of the bathroom, wearing one of my expensive French cotton towels as a shawl.

  Women, I thought, dipping my head back under the water and rubbing a thick handful of shampoo into my hair. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.

  An hour later, I was starting to feel almost human again. The headache had returned as soon as I’d climbed out of the shower, but I’d managed to starve it off with a couple of aspirin and a big jug of water. The blonde had left, thankfully, but not before inscribing a hideously rude note and leaving it on top of the dresser. Not to mention that, of course, she’d taken all of the cash I had stored there for moments like this.

  I didn’t mind – money wasn’t a huge deal to me, as I had tons of it – but I could have easily done without her attitude. Groaning, I ripped the towel away from my chiseled abs and tossed it on the floor. I rubbed some pomade in my hands, then pushed my hair away from my forehead. With a smirk, I reached for my phone and dialed my best buddy, Brett.

  “Yo,” Brett said. He sounded amused – I knew he was smirking just from the tone of his voice. “What’s up?”

  I yawned. “I need a drink,” I grumbled. “This little bitch I brought home had the nerve to spend the night.”

  Brett burst out laughing. I narrowed my eyes.

  “Fuck you,” I said. “Meet me at Paddy’s in twenty minutes.”

  “Whoa, whoa,” Brett said. “Take it easy, man. How the hell do you know I don’t already have plans?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Because you’re the same as me,” I said in exasperation. “And we never have plans before dark.”

  Brett’s hearty laughter was the last sound I heard before hanging up.

  Paddy’s, our favorite bar in New York, had been our number one haunt for years. We had a rule – we never took girls there. We’d only meet in the middle of the day. I’d never been there after dark. I wondered if it turned into a different kind of place. In the daylight, Paddy’s was pretty seedy. It was your typical faux-Irish “pub,” but the whiskey flowed like water and the bartenders were all cute and had the gift of knowing exactly when to talk and flirt, and when to leave us alone.

  I already had a feeling that today was one of the latter days. As I took the elevator down to the ground floor of my building, I couldn’t shake a nagging sense of dread. I wasn’t sure if it was because of the blonde, either. Sure, she’d really pissed me off. But I couldn’t even remember last night – how did I know that I hadn’t done something stupid, like invited her up?

  Jesus, Justin, I thought as I climbed in the back of a waiting cab. You’re really messed up. What the fuck is the matter? Even though I didn’t love hangovers, they normally didn’t make me this grouchy. It was like I had literally woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Something was really wrong, and if I didn’t figure it out soon, I was going to be in deep shit.

  The dark, grimy interior of Paddy’s was a relief. That was one of the reasons why I liked the bar so much – it was a dive, and no woman I’d wronged would think to look for me there. Furthermore, it was frequented by a lot of finance types – rich guys in suits with smug grins and pints of ale. Brett and I fit right in.

  Brett was sitting at the bar, alone, his fingers wrapped around a sweating glass of beer. I grinned when I saw him, then loped up to the bar and sat down on an adjoining stool.

  “Hey, man,” Brett said. He had dark circles under his puffy eyes – a clear sign of a hangover that was almost as bad as mine.

  “Nothin’ doing,” I said. Flagging down the bartender, I ordered a beer. “What a fucking morning,” I said. “Arguing with that little bitch really took it out of me.”

  Brett nodded. “Women,” he mumbled under his breath.

  The bartender still hadn’t seen me. Annoyed, I whistled and slapped my palm down on the bar.

  “Hey, girlie,” I called. “I’m here, and I need a drink.”

  She turned around and stared. It wasn’t one of the usual girls – she must have been a new hire. And she was smoking hot.

  “I don’t like being talked to in that tone,” she said, walking over and rolling her eyes. She had red hair, deep blue eyes, and a curvy little figure that I would have loved to get in my bed.

  “Well, tough shit, princess,” I said with a cocky smirk. “I want a beer. Now.”

  The girl rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I heard you the first time,” she said. “I’m in the middle of something. Give me a minute.”

  Brett burst out laughing. “You don’t talk to my buddy like that,” he told her, his voice menacing and low. “We’re regulars here. Paddy’s wouldn’t want to lose us as customers. Trust me, honey.”

  The girl stared. “You really think you can intimidate me?”

  Brett leaned over the bar and before I could stop him, he swatted her ass. The girl cried out and jumped into the air, her pale cheeks flushing scarlet red.

  “Yeah,” Brett said with a satisfied smirk. “You do as you’re told. Now, get my buddy a beer before he dies of thirst.”

  The bartender glared at him, then turned her venom on me. “You’ll be sorry,” she said, pointing a finger in the air and jabbing it on my chest.

  I snickered. “I bet,” I said. “And make it a light, okay? I’m already feeling bloated from last night.”

  The girl was quietly seething in rage. She walked across the floor and grabbed the phone. When I realized what she was about to do, I cried out.

  “No!”

  The girl glared. She held the phone to her ear. “Hello, nine-one-one? There’s a couple of men physically harassing me at my workplace. Please send a squad car and an ambulance.”

  Brett was staring at me in shock. “She can’t do that,” he muttered under his breath. “What is this little bitch’s problem?”

  Loud sirens filled the air before I could reply. Closing my eyes, I leaned over and rested my forehead against my arms.

  Fuck, I thought. The whine of the sirens was painful. I’m really in for it now.

  Hannah

  “You’re smart, you’re good, and you�
�ve got this,” I said confidently, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at me didn’t look so sure. Her curly blonde hair had been wrestled into a neat chignon, but tendrils were springing loose at her ears and forehead. Her green eyes flicked around the room nervously, and her curvy figure seemed to shake in the brand new black suit she wore.

  I gulped. I hate my reflection, I thought, glaring at myself in the mirror. If only I looked the way I felt!

  Glancing down at my phone, I saw that it was almost time for me to leave. I had a job interview at one of the wealthiest consulting firms in New York City – Creovation, Inc. When I’d gotten a call after submitting my resume, I’d hardly been able to believe my luck. It was incredible, especially for a girl who had just graduated from college not two months before.

  It had been a crazy two months, to be honest. As soon as I graduated, Mom helped me move from State College, Pennsylvania all the way to a tiny little walk-up apartment in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. I didn’t live in the nicest or trendiest neighborhood, but it was still New York City. And I’d been saving all through college to get me through the first couple months of not having a job.

  I’d sent out over fifty applications, but I hadn’t received very many call-backs. It had been discouraging, but Mom had told me it was pretty normal. Still, it made me feel so irritated. I knew it was impossible to get a job without experience, but I also knew I wouldn’t be able to get any experience without getting a job! It was a frustrating catch twenty-two, but I knew that I had to struggle and push my way through to success.

  I’ve always been kind of motivated like that. My dad died when I was a little kid, so Mom did her best raising me. We didn’t always have money, and I knew there were times where she’d gone to bed hungry. But she made sure I succeeded, and she made sure that I got into a great school. I’d majored in business and accounting, even though it was boring – I wanted to make sure that I had an absolute perfect chance to get my dream job as soon as possible.