The Winter Billionaires

Celeste is in desperate need of a job, and finds herself at a party on the yacht of Andrew Winter, a playboy oil billionaire who needs a PA. But the gorgeous stranger she ends up talking to isn’t Andrew Winter. He’s smoking hot, oozing testosterone, and interested in her. And who wouldn’t take advantage of a little moonlight on a yacht with good company? It wouldn’t hurt anything, would it?

Celeste’s new job as assistant to the CEO of Winters Group is a dream come true, but trying to keep things professional with her boss is a different story. Their night on his yacht is still hanging over them, and the chemistry between them is wearing away Celeste’s good sense. She knows that rich playboys like Stephen are nothing but trouble, but it’s getting harder every day to keep her distance.

Celeste knew she couldn’t afford to keep doing this—not if she wanted to keep her sanity. If she fell for Stephen, fell hard the way she knew she was going to, he was going to shatter her heart into a million pieces. But when he asked her to go away with him for the weekend, somehow she couldn’t tell him no. What was it about Stephen that made it so impossible for her to walk away?

She had told him that she loved him, and now she didn’t know what to do. Celeste wants to go on pretending that the words had popped out of her mouth in panic, but the truth is that she's fallen in love with Stephen. His family isn’t welcoming her with open arms, .though, and the Winters aren’t the only ones threatening to tear them apart. Both have secrets and pasts returning to haunt them.

It’s over. Celeste had come home from Midland to find herself fired from Winters Group and Stephen vanished. No one could tell her where he was, or why he left. But when she called him, he made it perfectly clear that he was done with her. Over. How could it be over? They’d barely gotten started.