Welcome to the Official Blog Tour for Nana Malone's The Billionaire's Secret, the second and final title in the Billionaire Duet! Today, on our tour stop, we have an exclusive excerpt to share! So... Check it out and grab your copy now!!!
Genre:
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Series:
Billionaire Duet, #2
Publish Date:
September 17, 2019
Publisher:
Sankofa Girl
Synopsis:
It was supposed to be a simple job. Go to the Winston Isles, stand in for my billionaire double for a few weeks.
But between the kidnapping attempt and accidentally falling in love with my bodyguard, things have been far from simple.
The good news, at least now the woman I love knows who I really am. The bad news is, no one else knows and someone is still trying to kill me.
I came to the Winston Isles to save my mother’s life, now I’ve got so much more than I bargained for. The trick will be to hold on to my brand new life and not get killed in the process.
But between the kidnapping attempt and accidentally falling in love with my bodyguard, things have been far from simple.
The good news, at least now the woman I love knows who I really am. The bad news is, no one else knows and someone is still trying to kill me.
I came to the Winston Isles to save my mother’s life, now I’ve got so much more than I bargained for. The trick will be to hold on to my brand new life and not get killed in the process.
*Excerpt*
Zia…
His whispered words were everything I had ever wanted to hear. Everything I wanted to hear before I knew about Derrick and Theo. What he was saying was everything I needed, and a balm for my pain. The problem was I was getting this after the fact, and I didn't know if I could believe it.
Believe it. You know you want to. "I can't. I can't do this."
He nodded, but his forehead stayed pressed on mine. His thick lashes lay against his cheeks for a long moment as he closed his eyes. "I know, and I don't want to make things difficult. I just fucking miss you."
Goddamn it. I knew I needed to step away. My knees had turned to jelly, and the warm rush between my thighs told me I was weak, and I really, really wanted him.
Instead of stepping away though, I whimpered.
Theo's breath caught in his throat. And instead of letting me go, instead of releasing my hand, he tugged me closer, his hands sliding up my thighs, then my waist. His thumbs traced over my ribs. He licked his lips. "Zia, I'm trying to let you go. I'm trying to do the right thing."
"Then do it."
"For both of our sakes, I wish I could."
And then his lips were on mine, his tongue licking into my mouth, and God, it was as if molten lava were oozing out of me.
The kiss was mostly teeth and tongues, a clash of apologies and anger, and hurt.
Theo's hands were in my hair, angling me, kissing me deeper. I tugged futilely at his shirt. There were too many goddamn buttons. His hands tugged my blouse out of my skirt, and then he lifted the hem of the material. There were no words then. Just grunts, and whimpers, and moans. Before I knew what was going on, Theo had backed me up until the back of my knees hit the couch. And then we were falling down.
Oh God. This was bad. This was very, very bad... but oh, so good. Better than anything I had ever felt in my life, and I was coiling toward the pure bliss of it. His hands were on my thighs, sliding up. He still continued to kiss me, and there was an intensity, an urgency to his movements.
He made this muffled laugh-growl against my lips, and his fingers found the edge of my panties. He shifted the elastic aside and then moaned against me. Without taking his lips from mine, he muttered against me. "Wet. Fuck." Those two words telling me just how far his brain had devolved into caveman territory.
And then he was sliding his fingers into me. Two of them. No preamble, no foreplay. And God, I loved every second of it. I didn't need the extras right now.
I was already so keen, so on-edge, and everything about this was wrong, and dirty, and so hot. I just need him closer. I needed more. I needed—
There was a loud banging at the door. Three sharp raps.
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**About the Author**
USA Today Best Seller, Nana Malone's love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she "borrowed" from her cousin.
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion, and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
Stay connected with Nana Malone
It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Nana was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since. With her overactive imagination, and channeling her inner Buffy, it was only a matter a time before she started creating her own characters.
While she waits for her chance at a job as a ninja assassin, in the meantime Nana works out her drama, passion, and sass with fictional characters every bit as sassy and kick butt as she thinks she is.
Stay connected with Nana Malone
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