Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-
until suddenly the one man who can't be caught is the one flirting with forever . . .
THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR
Billionaire Bad Boys #2
Jessica Lemmon
Releasing Oct 25th, 2016
Forever
Can't
Buy Me Love
It's Tag Crane's job to be the life
of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of
running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn't perfect.
Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night-and so is the Great
Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem,
Tag charges downstairs . . . right into the most beautiful, blond distraction
he's ever seen.
Dog-sitting by day, bartending by
night. It's not exactly the life Rachel Foster dreamed of. But when Tag Crane
rushes in, all mountain-man shoulders and obscenely sexy smile, needing her
help for the Crane Hotels, it's a fantasy come true. What's the harm in a fun
no-strings fling? Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like
Tag-until suddenly the one man who can't be caught is the one flirting with
forever . .
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“This is so much colder than
a cab,” Rachel said through chattering teeth. The bar was probably fifteen
blocks from the apartment. What was she thinking agreeing to walk? She couldn’t
feel her nose.
“But cleaner,” Tag said. She
was currently taking two steps for every one of his, given his gait was longer
than hers, even at a leisurely pace.
“I do better when it’s a
nice, even seventy degrees.” She buried her chin in her scarf as she watched
her boots cut through the gathering snow. “I guess it’ll be a few more months
until we see milder temps.”
God. She was hopeless.
Walking down the sidewalk next to a gorgeous guy and talking about the weather.
But Tag didn’t balk.
“I like extremes,” he said,
as if this was perfectly acceptable conversation. “If it’s hot, I like it
really hot. If it’s cold, there’d better be snow or it’s a waste. I like the
ocean because you can’t see the end of it. If I’m in a forest, I prefer one
filled with massive sequoias.”
“Because you can relate to
them,” she teased. “Giant.”
He turned his head and
smiled and she admired straight, white teeth surrounded by a golden brown
beard. He’d pulled his hair down and the light brown waves fell haphazardly
over his black coat. Which was so sexy she couldn’t think. Especially since
there were snowflakes in the strands. Not that she could blame them. Nestled
warmly in those locks wasn’t a bad place to imagine being.
Again, she wondered at her
attraction to him. Though he did kind of look like Thor, and while she wasn’t a
die-hard comic book fan, she could appreciate the actor in the movie.
“How tall are you?” she
asked, mostly to stop her inane train of thought. The more she was around him,
the less she understood her basal reaction to him.
“Just under six-six. You’re
what? Five-five?”
“Yeah. How’d you do that?”
He shrugged and looked
ahead, but she didn’t doubt how he’d done it. He’d likely honed his carnival
skills and was stellar at guessing weight and height. It wasn’t hard to imagine
him using his intuition to figure out a woman’s weak points so he could attack
where she was most sensitive. He’d probably had a ton of practice.
Was that where her concern
was coming from? That he’d find her weak spots and use them against her? That’s
what Shaun had done, she thought with a token amount of bitterness.
“How’d I do what?” A puff of
air came from his lips, buried in his beard. She’d never liked facial hair.
Until now, apparently.
“How’d you guess my height?”
she shot back, feeling peeved more with herself than him. Lack of sleep, or
maybe too much, she wasn’t really sure what to blame her reaction on now.
“How’d you know I was a businesswoman before? I’m a great bartender, by the
way. I was a bartender for longer than I worked in marketing.” She pushed her
hands deeper into her pockets, lamenting not bringing her gloves with her. Her
hands were freezing.
“Just observant. I’m good
with people,” he said.
She absorbed that for a few
seconds.
“What exactly do you do in
Guest and Restaurant Services?” She air-quoted those words, which brought her
bare hands from her pockets. He noticed.
“Where are your gloves? Do
you realize it’s February in Chicago?”
“I forgot them.”
Tag stopped walking, a deep
sigh working its way from his wide chest as he tugged off his gloves.
“I’m fine.” But he wasn’t
listening. Once he’d had his baseball-mitt sized gloves off, he lifted her
smaller, freezing hands to his mouth, cupping them in his palms, and blew on
them to warm her fingers. He did this the way he did everything else.
Slowly.
Intentionally.
And looking right at her.
He brushed his lips over her
knuckles as a drove of chills shot down her spine and legs. She became
fascinated by how soft his beard felt against her freezing skin, and then those
chills were replaced with heat. Pooling in her belly, between her thighs, and
infusing her face with color.
“Thanks,” she muttered when
he let her go. She stuffed her hands into his gloves—they were warm, and after
his personal attention, so was she. They finished their walk to Crane Tower,
and once they were in the lobby, she put that together with Crane Hotels.
“You’re pretty brand loyal aren’t you?”
“Honey, you have no idea.”
1. A la Twitter style, please describe your book in 140 characters or
less.
An
alpha billionaire playboy becomes hopelessly intrigued by his downstairs
neighbor… but none of his typical moves are working.
2. Where did the inspiration for this
book come from?
Tag Crane was directly
inspired by Brock O’Hurn. When I stumbled upon his Instagram feed, I was
hopelessly intrigued. I knew I had to come up with a story about a long-haired,
hulk-like, bearded, kind, and fun man. The Brock of my imagination was my muse.
He even earned an acknowledgement mention! If you’d like to browse my Pinterest
board for this book, you can find it here. [https://www.pinterest.com/lemmony/the-billionaire-next-door/]
3. Are there certain
characters you would like to go back to, or is there a theme or idea you’d love
to work with?
I love my billionaires, but
I’d absolutely love to go back to Evergreen Cove and write some more bad boy
books. I receive questions about Evan and Charlie, Sofie’s sisters, Officer
Brady Hutchins, and Asher’s ragtag misfit band all the time. I miss the whole
gang!
4. Do you have any
advice to give to aspiring writers?
Write and keep writing. It’s
generic, but nonetheless true. I dedicate a portion of my website to a section
I call “So You Wanna Write” and keep it stocked with tips, links to the blog I
wrote while working toward becoming published, videos, and craft book
recommendations. If you’d like to stop by and see it, you can click here to visit. [http://www.jessicalemmon.com/soyouwanna/]
5. Is there anything
that you would like to say to your readers and fans?
THANK YOU. Thank you, thank
you, thank you! Because of you, I get to do what I love, which is let my
imagination run wild. You allow me to entertain you and be funny, but also pull
your heartstrings and make you cry. You gift me your time, and on this earth—in
this life, there is nothing more precious than that commodity.
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Top 5 Ways To Frustrate An Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy
In my new release The Billionaire
Bachelor, our hero Tag Crane is having one heck of a time getting heroine
Rachel Foster to comply. His tried-and-true tricks simply don’t *quite* break
down this particular woman’s defenses. Which means Tag shrugs and wanders off
to find a new woman to tempt, right…?
WRONG!
You know when an alpha guy finds
The One, even if he doesn’t know she’s it for him yet, he digs in and tries,
tries, and tries again. Which brings
me to the Top 5 ways to frustrate an alpha!
Many of these Rachel does without
even trying…
.5. Don’t let him pay your way. Alphas, especially rich ones, love to lavish gifts upon
the object of their affection. If you want to frustrate him right down to his
expensive shoes, insist on buying your own dinner. In Tag’s case, he won this
battle, but it didn’t stop Rachel from arguing. Points: 1
.4. Insist on working.
Tag invites Rachel to Hawaii under the guise of consulting on his latest bar upgrade
for a Crane hotel on Oahu. But when he gets her there he decides he’d rather
play than work… Rachel makes sure she puts in her hours whether he likes it or
not. Points: 2… but -1 because she definitely makes time for play!
.3. Resist his advances. Playboy Tag Crane knows his way around a woman—and how
to woo one. But whenever his cocky charm makes itself known, Rachel is sure to
laugh it off. At one point, she lies and blurts, “I’m not the least bit
attracted to… what you have going on.” Points: 3. Well played!
.2. Don’t react the way he expects. When Rachel opens her front door one evening to find
Tag standing outside of it, he lays a long, delicious kiss on her lips. When
she doesn’t respond by climbing him like a cat on a curtain, Tag is completely
confused. He even thinks to himself “SURELY, she liked it?” Throwing him
off-kilter comes naturally to our wily heroine. Points: 5
.1. Don’t spell things out for him. Alphas think simply. In The Billionaire Next Door,
Rachel uses the phrase “Me-Tarzan, You-Jane” to describe his techniques. The
best way to frustrate an alpha? Keep him guessing… You won’t only frustrate
him, you’ll fascinate him. And once
he’s fallen head over money clip, he’ll come running and fight to win you. Points:
10.
A
former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her
husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently
gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy
heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and
eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a
purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.
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