Billionaire Moguls

 

These darn right delicious, unapologetic, billionaire Moguls aren’t afraid to go after what they want and the women who steal their hearts. Fans who enjoy spicy romances from authors such as T.L. Swan, Catharina Maura, Lauren Asher, and Marni Mann will devour the Billionaire Mogul series from author Scarlett Avery.

Praise for Scarlett Avery

“Loved this book. Loved the banter and playfulness between the two MCs.” – Samantha “I simply love this book! I can completely understand the little sister and big brother situation. It was a book that I couldn't put down. Lots of twist and turns.” – W. John “This is a well-written, flawless story which is an emotional roller coaster, with drama, humor, witty banter, heartbreak, and love, which leads to an entertaining and steamy page turner.” —Wendy Livingstone “If I could make a fictional character real it would be Phoenix, he is the perfect blend of hot, sexy, arrogant with touches of sweetness and realness. Michaela starts out as a pawn when her dad goes to Phoenix to negotiate a deal so he doesn’t lose his hotel and he uses his daughter as a bargaining chip. I know it sounds archaic but the alternative would be a nightmare and very degrading to Michaela. Read the book it is definitely worth it.” —Kindle Customer “Holy hotness was this book great! Phoenix was so good !! In fact, it was so good I had to go back and reread the first two books so I could reread this one too hahaha It’s a great storyline and I absolutely enjoyed it! I love that it’s part of a series, but I can read it as a stand-alone also!! I reread because I wanted more lol Another great read!” —CINDY R PIPPINS

Blurb

These darn right delicious LA billionaires go after the women who steal their hearts with guns blazing.

About Beckett, Billionaire Mogul #1

USA Today Bestselling Author Scarlett Avery brings you an unapologetically enthralling workplace romance between a former badass rock star turned hotter than hell billionaire boss who never thought he’d give up his bachelor forever status and a super smart nerd who’s afraid to believe in love, but who secretly yearns to find the one. READER WARNING: This page-turner will be your next book hangover.

About Rhys, Billionaire Mogul #2

USA Today Bestselling Author Scarlett Avery brings you a heartfelt love story between a gorgeous, tattooed, overprotective, dyslexic billionaire who’s never been penetrated by cupid’s arrow and a sassy heroine willing to pull all the tricks in the book to get the only man she’s ever loved to see her as all grown up. READER WARNING: This all-consuming older brother’s best friend romance will keep you reading well past your bedtime

About Phoenix, Billionaire Mogul #3

USA Today Bestselling Author Scarlett Avery brings you an arranged marriage romance between a smoking hot billionaire who enters a marriage of convenience to secure his CEO position and a firecracker who makes the ultimate sacrifice to save her family’s legacy. Get ready for an explosion of passion. READER WARNING: This irresistible mover and shaker is book boyfriend material at its finest…

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Billionaire Mogul Series Excerpts:

Beckett: Copyright 2024 Scarlett Avery

A long stretch of silence passes between us. “I wonder how much time we have left before the oxygen runs out in the elevator,” I say. “What?!” “I’m pulling your leg again.” “You’re just mean.” There’s lightness in that statement. “Not at all. I just wanted to get a reaction out of you since it seems it’s all I can get.” She lets out a low laugh. “Are we friends now?” I ask. “Not even in your wildest dreams, loverboy.” “Look at that, you stumbled onto something.” “What are you talking about?” I’m sure she’s sporting a frown. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.” “Moving right along,” she says. I chuckle. Feeling like we’ve made progress, I take a chance. “You smell lovely, by the way.” The closed space traps the exquisite floral scent of her perfume. “Thanks,” she says. “I’m lucky you didn’t eat garlic, yogurt, or sardines for breakfast. Halitosis is so unattractive.” I chuckle again. “Is that your way of saying you like how I smell?” “You’re putting words into my mouth, loverboy.” “I’m going to savor this moment because you just went from hating my guts to calling me loverboy. Twice.” “Don’t get the wrong idea, I still hate your guts, but that was smooth.” “It’s my trademark, along with my dazzling white smile and baby blue eyes.” “Oh, someone is so full of themselves.” “Not at all,” I say. “I’m simply describing my best assets while keeping it PG. Feel free to do the same.” That gets me a laugh. It’s contained, nonetheless, it’s a laugh. “I’m sure your charm must go over well with the women you try to seduce—” “Try? I’m insulted. The word isn’t even part of my vocabulary.” “I guess women drop their panties for you every single time.” “Wouldn’t you want to know, cupcake?” I don’t know how far apart we are, but I take a small step closer to her. Her clothes shuffle and then there’s a thumping sound. “Shit!” she says. “I guess you can’t run very far.” “Don’t you dare touch me,” she says. “I’ve taken self-defense classes.” “I wouldn’t dream of touching you unless you begged for it.” She gasps. I grin wide. “Only a woman who has no sense of her worth would beg a man to touch her,” she says. “I can assure you, they beg for much more than that.” She clears her throat. A million questions bounce around in my head. Is she a screamer in bed? Would she dig her fingernails into my ass as I drive into her? Does she prefer doggie style, or woman on top, or maybe reverse cowgirl. What am I thinking about? She’s not that wild. I bet I could change that in an instant. “Wow, Romeo. You have a hell of an ego.” “Perhaps you’ve never had it good enough to beg for it,” I say. “Women fake it all the time and men are none the wiser.” Feisty. “There are certain telltale signs women can’t fake. A good lover knows that.” “You’re so full of—” The elevator jerks just as she’s about to rip me a new one. The lights flicker back on and static screeches from the ceiling speakers before a voice blares. “This is the Los Angeles Fire Department. Hold on tight. Everything should be restored soon.” I shield my eyes from the brightness. Eager to know what she looks like, I lower my hand and turn my head. I blink.

Rhys: Copyright 2024 Scarlett Avery

“Sometimes, you need a blank slate to spring forward,” he says. “One of the nuns kept telling me that. Even though I stopped shaving my head three months ago, it’s still really short,” I say, running my fingers through my hair. “Some days I’m okay with the length, others I struggle. Some days I recognize the girl in the mirror, some days I don’t. It’s amazing how attached I was to my hair and how it was linked to my identity. Crazy, right?” Rhys shoots me a side gaze. “Short or long hair… you’re fucking perfect to me.” I close my eyes, feeling the words vibrate through me like a meteorite just smashed into the ground. “On the plus side, the short hair showcases your beautiful features a lot more.” Something pinches in my chest. “Did you just call me beautiful?” “Like you don’t know what you look like?” The warmth of his compliment runs through me. I blush as a smile creeps up on my lips. “Another bonus, you can’t hide your dimples anymore, Cocoa Puffs.” “Will you always call me by that nickname?” There’s a twinkle in his eyes and his lips twitch. The memory of that day slams into me and I’m three years old again, pulling a stool to the pantry and grabbing hold of the giant family-size box. I sat on the floor, naked, and ate Cocoa Puffs straight out of the box. Grandma was horrified when she found me. She said I was bouncing off walls for an hour until I got really sick and puked all over the place. I cross my arms over my chest. “The nickname bothers you?” Rhys asks. “A little. It’s like you still see me as a kid.” “You think I haven’t noticed you’re all grown-up?” Something about the way he says that… My eyes lock with his. Under the dark interior of the car, I can’t make out what I read reflecting in them, but God, am I ever hot under the collar. I don’t trust myself to say a word. A moment of long, heavy silence stretches between us. “I’ve noticed, Keira.” His gaze rakes my legs, moving up my thighs, over my breasts before landing on my face. It’s like his eyes are caressing me. I swallow hard. The air-conditioning blasting through the interior of the Benz is inadequate as my body heats up like I’m about to combust. “Believe me, I’ve noticed.” My breath escapes in a shaky gasp. “Okay,” is all I can manage.

Phoenix: Copyright 2024 Scarlett Avery

She crosses her arms over her chest, revealing more than a hint of cleavage. It’s an effort not to stare. “Well?” She has the audacity to tap an impatient foot on the floor. My eyebrows rise to my forehead. “You have some nerve,” I say. “You trespass––” “Newsflash! It’s a hotel! I’m not trespassing.” Her voice doesn’t match the rest of her. It’s all expensive, smoky whiskey, while her look is all diamonds and champagne. If she wasn’t snapping at me like she is right now, I’m sure I’d enjoy listening to her talk for hours. Focus. “You have no business on the executive floor,” I say. “You’re lucky I haven’t called security to haul your fine ass out of here.” “Please leave my ass out of this conversation,” she says. “I said your fine ass.” “Too bad you’ll never know.” Feisty. The long list of things I’d do to her ass is one hundred percent X-rated, but this is neither the time nor the place. “Ask nicely,” I say. “What?” She blinks in confusion. “You’re in my domain, Miss Knight. You want answers, ask nicely.” She shoots a fuck you glare at me. “You’re spreading lies about me. About us!” Her finger moves frantically between us. “Make it stop. Now!” The muscles in my jaw flex. This tiny woman has a fierce fighting spirit, the likes of which I’ve rarely seen in the women I date. She isn’t accommodating. Nor is she a pushover. She stands on her own two feet. She’s a real study in contrast. Miss Knight is nothing like what I expected. “I’m not the one behind this grotesque PR grab,” I say. “You are!” I point an accusatory finger at her. She points one back. “No, you are! You’re the manipulative asshole who’s using me for God knows what reason. What did my stepmother promise you in exchange for being willing to destroy my life like this?” she asks through gritted teeth. Her nostrils flare, her eyes shoot daggers at me, and her chest heaves. Stop staring at her breasts. “Did she trick you into believing you were getting a virgin bride?” “What the hell kind of statement is that?” I ask, because it’s so preposterous, I doubt I heard her correctly. “Rich men seeking young, dumb virgins so they can shape them to their will—and manhood—and be the first to plant their seed into their womb,” she says. “You think I bought your virginity via your stepmom?” I barely manage to keep my voice calm and professional. “Yes!” Michaela nods. “She keeps reminding me I have a precious commodity worth preserving for a dirty old man with pockets lined with money”—she rolls her eyes—“and, most likely a tiny, limp, shriveled dick.” The crude word coming from her mouth is an insult to my ears. “She insists it’s all part of a new woman’s empowering movement. And, apparently, it’s a lucrative market. I guess you must be her newest prospect.” For the love of fuck. What does she take me for? “Well, I’m not a virgin,” she says. Good to know. “I just don’t bother correcting my stepmom because it’s none of her business.” She shrugs. “The joke’s on you, dirty old man.” “Tread carefully, kitty cat,” I say. “Kitty cat?” “You barge in here, ready to claw my eyes out like a kitten perched on a tree I’m trying to rescue—” “I don’t need to be rescued.” She huffs. “I need answers!” “First, I’ve never met your stepmother. Second, I don’t buy women for sex or for any other reason. Third, I steer away from virgins. And fourth, I’m not an old man.” Dirty, yes, but old, no. “I’m only thirty-one. Enough answers for you, kitty cat?” Hesitant green eyes scan my face. But just as quick as a whip, suspicion flashes back at me. “What’s in it for you?” she asks. “Why are you lying to protect my stepmother?” “I’m not! I’ve never met the woman.” “Well, this stunt has her signature all over it—” Michaela brushes a dismissive hand in front of her face. “It doesn’t matter. How are you going to get JustSpotted.com to retract the fake announcement?” I release a breath, my temper ebbing. “We can’t.”

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About Scarlett Avery

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Scarlett Avery unapologetically pens all-consuming love stories featuring sexy as sin filthy rich book boyfriends who have the determination of a thousand warriors. These alpha heroes bow to no one. Only the women who steal their hearts can bring them down to their knees. Scarlett’s stories are intense and passionate, emotional and steamy, and leave you begging for more. In other words, they’re the perfect blend of swoony and sinful. Once you start reading Scarlett’s novels, there’s no going back! Follow: Facebook | TikTok | Instagram | Reader Group | Goodreads | BookBub | Website | Newsletter | Amazon | Pinterest

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