When our tyrannical CEO fires every wake-up-call service on the planet, what's a lowly admin to do? I secretly start making the calls myself. Luckily he doesn't seem to mind my get-your-ass-out-of-bed attitude. But now the calls are turning hot, like pay-by-the-minute hot, and he wants to take me out on a date. He's scouring Manhattan to find the sexy vixen who wakes him up every morning. No way can I let him know it's me!
Never beg. Never grovel. Nice guys wind up in the friend zone. I wrote the book on scoring with hot women - literally. I'm the patron saint of players, the Tony Robbins to loveless nerds. My rules are rock-solid like my abs, and my men's style empire spans the globe. Then she walks in. My high school nemesis. The one who inspired the most important rule of all--Love ruins a man. Just walk away. Were all my rules made to be broken or is she about to break me?
How would you spend five million dollars in 30 days? A billionaire's wallet, a bizarre challenge, and an unlikely friendship send two kids on a wild adventure. From the author of The Miscalculations of Lightning Girl. Felix Rannells and Benji Porter were never supposed to be field-trip partners. Felix is a rule follower. Benji is a rule bender. They're not friends. And they don't have anything to talk about. Until . . . They find a wallet. A wallet that belongs to tech billionaire Laura Friendly. They're totally going to return it-but not before Benji "borrows" twenty dollars to buy hot dogs. Because twenty dollars is like a penny to a billionaire, right? But a penny has value. A penny doubled every day for thirty days is $5,368,709.12! So that's exactly how much money Laura Friendly challenges Felix and Benji to spend. They have thirty days. They can't tell anyone. And there are LOTS of other rules. But if they succeed, they each get ten million dollars to spend however they want. Challenge accepted! They rent cool cars, go to Disney World, buy pizza for the whole school-and that's just the beginning! But money can't buy everything or fix every problem. And spending it isn't always as easy and fun as they thought it would be. . . . As smart as it is entertaining, Millionaires for the Month is a thought-provoking story about friendship, privilege, and the value of a penny.
He's a powerful billionaire CEO who built the family business into an empire. The money doesn't matter to him, but the company is his life. And then his eccentric mother wills it all to her tiny dog.**I'm Vicky, the dog whisperer. (Not really, but that's what my elderly neighbor always says.) When she dies, she surprises everybody by leaving a corporation worth billions to her dog, Smuckers. With me as his spokesperson. Suddenly I go from running my Etsy store to sitting in an elegant Wall Street boardroom with Smuckers in my lap. And my neighbor's son, Henry Locke, aka New York's most eligible bachelor, glaring across the table at me. Rumor has it Henry's a business genius who's as talented in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Sure, he's gorgeous. Sex-in-a-seven-thousand dollar suit. But...He's arrogant and infuriating. He refuses to listen to me when I insist I didn't con his mother. He thinks he can bully me, buy me off, control me, even seduce me. Henry may have the women of Manhattan eating out of the palm of his hand, but I'm so over entitled rich guys who think they own the world. No way will his wicked smile be charming ME out of my panties. His wicked...devastating...impossible-to-resist smile. Oh well, who needs panties anyway?~a romantic comedy standalone; formerly titled Most Eligible Bastard~
The astonishing life of the modest New Jersey businessman who anonymously gave away 10 billion dollars and inspired the "giving while living" movement. In this bestselling book, Conor O'Clery reveals the inspiring life story of Chuck Feeney, known as the "James Bond of philanthropy." Feeney was born in Elizabeth, New Jersey, to a blue-collar Irish-American family during the Depression. After service in the Korean War, he made a fortune as founder of Duty Free Shoppers, the world's largest duty-free retail chain. By 1988, he was hailed by Forbes Magazine as the twenty-fourth richest American alive. But secretly Feeney had already transferred all his wealth to his foundation, Atlantic Philanthropies. Only in 1997 when he sold his duty free interests, was he "outed" as one of the greatest and most mysterious American philanthropists in modern times, who had anonymously funded hospitals and universities from San Francisco to Limerick to New York to Brisbane. His example convinced Bill Gates and Warren Buffett to give away their fortunes during their lifetime, known as the giving pledge.
My instructions were simple: scour the city for the worst fake fiancé money can buy. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways?yet totally opposite from the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me-no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is bubbly. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady-based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all?
I'm no Prince Charming, and the last thing I want is a Cinderella. My instructions were simple: scour the city for a fake fiancée who's not my type at all. Have her on my jet Monday morning, dressed appropriately for a yacht vacation. I need a woman believable enough to convince a certain client that I've changed my playboy ways...yet nothing like the supermodels and socialites I usually have on my arm. Somebody too annoying to tempt me--no emotional entanglements, thank you very much. This is business only. If she's unfazed by my looks and wealth, all the better. Should be easy. Right?Apparently not, because my people go and hire Tabitha. My hairdresser. What were they thinking? Yes, I said annoying, but I didn't mean Tabitha, the most frustrating woman in the world. Tabitha is sunshiny. She has a pet hamster. She loves Hello Kitty, and she gets under my skin like nobody else. As if that's not bad enough, the minute we step on deck, she thinks that certain people on the yacht are up to something shady--based completely on her soap opera knowledge. She won't listen when I tell her she's being ridiculous. But as the days go by, I find that we're actually having fun. And our fake kisses are heating up. And suddenly her wild theories aren't sounding so strange after all...
When it comes to the lifestyles of American Express Black Card holders, you'd never know we're in a recession. This Land Was Made For You and Me (But Mostly Me) is a hilarious catalog of the absurdly extravagant lifestyles, impossibly glamorous escapes, and pet projects of North America's one percenters. From fiberglass Baobab tree houses in the foothills of the Rockies with machine-gun ports at every level, to a four-star open-air restaurant precariously balanced atop the leafy rainforests of the Amazon basin, longtime friends and mutual fans McCall and Letterman have created an Architectural Digest-style satire of the (obscenely) rich and famous. Featuring beautiful hand-painted illustrations in McCall's inimitable style and the brilliantly caustic wit of both authors, This Land takes you on a dizzying tour of vacation homes and resorts at once utterly ridiculous and eerily plausible.
"You, me, and the stars." What do you do when your personal and professional life gets smashed to bits by a jerk named Chad? If you're Rosie, you change your number, start your own architecture firm, and barely trust the ground you walk on. You certainly banish the spark you feel when you meet Tate, the too-handsome billionaire who's just hired you to design a hotel. Sure, his words are even prettier than his face. Yes, his touch brings Rosie to her knees. Of course, he'd take her on the best date of her life. But he's an out-of-town billionaire. With secrets. Theirs is a situation designed for disaster. Tate's never looked for love. In his family, it's love or legacy, never both. Tate prefers the legacy. In business he trusts. But that changes the moment Rosie walks into OrbitAll, Tate's space tourism company. He knows fate when he feels it, and his fate is the redhead with stars in her eyes and scars on her heart. When they're together, Tate forgets all about the 'legacy over love' family motto hanging over his head, or that in the Geier empire, if you're in love, you're out. Rosie forgets that Tate is anything but the planet's best kisser. He can't be a threat to her patched-up heart; not with the way he makes her feel. But when a new secret is revealed, love, legacy, and everything they've built come crashing to the ground. Fighting Gravity, Book Two of the All In series, is a steamy contemporary romance with a cinnamon roll billionaire, a broken heroine, and a guaranteed happily ever after. The All In books are standalones in a series and can be read out of order.
SPECIAL EDITION – Meet the Dreamland billionaires! Declan I’m destined to become the next CEO of my family’s media empire. The only problem? My grandfather’s inheritance clause. Fulfilling his dying wish of getting married and having an heir seemed impossible until my assistant volunteered for the job. Our marriage was supposed to be the perfect solution to my biggest problem. But the more we act in love for the public, the more unsure I feel about our contract. Caring about Iris was never part of the deal. Especially not when breaking her heart is inevitable. Iris My plan to marry Declan was simple in theory. Move in together. Throw a wedding. Have a baby. We set rules to prevent any kind of issues. Ones that were never meant to be broken, no matter how much Declan tempts me. But what happens when our fake relationship bleeds into our real one? Falling in love was never an option. At least not for me. Terms and conditions is the second book in a series of interconnected standalones following three billionaire brothers. The first is called The Fine Print.
