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  Billionaires and Bad Boys

  7-Book Box Set

  Nikki Chase

  Copyright © 2017 Nikki Chase

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This book is for mature readers. It contains sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some.

  All sexual activity in this work is consensual and all sexually active characters are 18 years of age or older.

  Contents

  Guilty

  Prologue

  1. Cole

  2. Emily

  3. Cole

  4. Emily

  5. Emily

  6. Cole

  7. Emily

  8. Emily

  9. Cole

  10. Emily

  11. Cole

  12. Emily

  13. Cole

  14. Emily

  15. Emily

  16. Cole

  17. Emily

  18. Cole

  19. Emily

  20. Cole

  21. Cole

  22. Emily

  23. Cole

  24. Emily

  25. Cole

  26. Emily

  27. Cole

  28. Emily

  29. Cole

  30. Emily

  31. Cole

  32. Emily

  Epilogue

  Stripped

  1. Jessica

  2. Jacob

  3. Jessica

  4. Jacob

  5. Jessica

  6. Jacob

  7. Jessica

  8. Jacob

  9. Jessica

  10. Jacob

  11. Jessica

  12. Jacob

  13. Jessica

  14. Jacob

  15. Jessica

  16. Jacob

  17. Jessica

  18. Jacob

  19. Jessica

  20. Jacob

  21. Jessica

  22. Jacob

  23. Jessica

  24. Jacob

  25. Jessica

  26. Jacob

  27. Jessica

  28. Jessica

  29. Jacob

  30. Jessica

  31. Jacob

  32. Jessica

  33. Jacob

  34. Jacob

  35. Jessica

  36. Jacob

  37. Jessica

  38. Jacob

  39. Jessica

  40. Jacob

  41. Jessica

  Epilogue

  His Virgin

  1. Caine

  2. Daisy

  3. Caine

  4. Daisy

  5. Caine

  6. Caine

  7. Daisy

  8. Daisy

  9. Caine

  10. Daisy

  11. Caine

  12. Daisy

  13. Caine

  14. Daisy

  15. Daisy

  16. Caine

  17. Daisy

  18. Caine

  19. Daisy

  20. Daisy

  21. Caine

  22. Daisy

  23. Daisy

  24. Caine

  25. Caine

  26. Daisy

  27. Caine

  28. Daisy

  29. Caine

  30. Daisy

  31. Caine

  32. Daisy

  33. Daisy

  34. Caine

  35. Daisy

  Billionaire Protector

  1. Alice

  2. Alice

  3. Alice

  4. Seth

  5. Alice

  6. Seth

  7. Alice

  8. Alice

  9. Alice

  10. Seth

  11. Alice

  12. Seth

  13. Alice

  14. Alice

  15. Alice

  16. Seth

  17. Alice

  18. Alice

  19. Seth

  20. Alice

  21. Alice

  22. Seth

  23. Alice

  24. Alice

  25. Seth

  26. Alice

  27. Alice

  28. Alice

  29. Seth

  30. Alice

  31. Alice

  32. Seth

  33. Alice

  34. Seth

  35. Alice

  Epilogue

  Virgin Fiancée

  1. Piper

  2. Piper

  3. Raphael

  4. Piper

  5. Raphael

  6. Piper

  7. Piper

  8. Raphael

  9. Raphael

  10. Piper

  11. Raphael

  12. Piper

  13. Piper

  14. Raphael

  15. Piper

  16. Piper

  17. Raphael

  18. Piper

  19. Raphael

  20. Piper

  21. Piper

  22. Raphael

  23. Piper

  24. Raphael

  25. Piper

  26. Raphael

  27. Raphael

  28. Piper

  29. Piper

  30. Raphael

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue

  Single Dad’s Fake Bride

  1. Megan

  2. Megan

  3. Ethan

  4. Megan

  5. Ethan

  6. Megan

  7. Ethan

  8. Megan

  9. Ethan

  10. Megan

  11. Megan

  12. Ethan

  13. Megan

  14. Ethan

  15. Megan

  16. Megan

  17. Megan

  18. Ethan

  19. Megan

  20. Megan

  21. Ethan

  22. Megan

  23. Ethan

  24. Megan

  25. Ethan

  26. Megan

  27. Megan

  28. Megan

  29. Ethan

  30. Ethan

  31. Megan

  32. Ethan

  33. Megan

  Epilogue

  The Billionaire’s Bride

  Prologue

  1. Ali

  2. Ali

  3. Zeke

  4. Ali

  5. Zeke

  6. Ali

  7. Ali

  8. Zeke

  9. Ali

  10. Ali

  11. Ali

  12. Ali

  13. Zeke

  14. Ali

  15. Ali

  16. Ali

  17. Ali

  18. Ali

  19. Zeke

  20. Ali

  21. Zeke

  22. Ali

  23. Ali

  24. Ali

  25. Zeke

  26. Ali

  27. Ali

  28. Ali

  29. Ali

  Epilogue

  After the Happily Ever After . . .

  1. Megan

  2. Ethan

  3. Megan

  4. Ethan

  5. Megan

  6. Ethan

  7. Megan

  8
. Megan

  9. Ethan

  10. Megan

  About the Author

  Guilty

  A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance

  Prologue

  What just happened?

  Everything’s dark. Black.

  There is some red too, running down my face, turning my vision into a pink, hazy blur.

  Out of nowhere, a completely irrelevant thought slips into my mind: This is probably not what people have in mind when they say “rose-tinted glasses.”

  There’s more red splattered on the ground, countless little droplets of it covering tiny shards of glass.

  I can even taste that red in my mouth. It’s a lot like rust.

  Water.

  I need water. I need to wash down that metallic taste.

  But where?

  I need to get up and fix this. Whatever’s happening, it’s not good.

  I focus on the tips of my fingers and will them to move.

  Why is it so hard? It shouldn’t be this hard.

  With horror, I watch my fingers twitch weakly through my foggy vision.

  That’s the best I can do? When I’m exerting all my strength?

  Help. Somebody.

  I need help.

  Is there even anybody around?

  Everything within my eyesight is covered by a pink cloud.

  It’s like one of those pictures that people take with expensive cameras where everything in the background is unclear.

  Except my sense of sight is not supposed to show still pictures. My eyes are supposed to be able to refocus.

  But all I can see are my hands, just inches from my face. And I can’t even move them.

  God. Whatever this is, I hope it’s temporary.

  Sometimes, in my more morbid moments, I’ve thought about which of my five senses would be the worst to lose. The answer is always eyesight.

  I wouldn’t mind losing my hearing as much. At least as a deaf person I’d still be able to walk places.

  It all feels like a joke right now, because none of my five senses is working.

  I feel like I’m underwater. I can’t see or hear anything. Not clearly, anyway.

  I can still breathe, although my lungs feel like they’ve been crushed. I once watched this show on Discovery Channel with old cars being flattened into cubes by huge metal plates. That’s kinda like how my lungs feel right now.

  But I’m still breathing, so I’m probably above ground. That’s one good thing, at least.

  My ears are ringing. Instead of the cacophony of noises I’m used to hearing in the city, there’s just a single high-pitched tone.

  Wait.

  Is someone touching my arm?

  I can’t see any moving shadows in front of me. Whoever’s touching me must be behind me.

  I close my eyes and strain my ears to listen.

  “…okay.” A woman’s voice. It sounds close and far away at the same time.

  I force my mouth to open and manage to let out a small groan.

  The hand on my bare arm strokes my skin soothingly.

  “You’ve been…going to be okay…hospital…”

  I can only make out a few words. Sounds like they’re the important words, though.

  My heart is still racing, but cold anxiety slowly drains out of my body when someone throws a soft blanket over me. I let the warmth seep into my skin as my thoughts drift away to a happier place.

  Cole

  “Hi, Cole.” A girl appears from the darkness and hooks her hand around my arm. “Long time no see.”

  Three minutes. A personal time record from just walking through the door of a bar to having some girl attach herself to my person.

  “I’ve been busy,” I say. I don’t remember her, but then I don’t remember most girls. I sit down at the bar and she follows, planting her ass on the high stool next to mine.

  “I’ve missed you,” she says, pouting her glossy pink lips and fluttering her fake eyelashes. Studying her face, I wonder if she’d be more attractive without all those layers of make-up. “Where have you been?”

  “Well, I’m here now,” I say. I raise one hand to catch the bartender’s attention. Maybe if I ignore her she'll leave me alone. “Does it matter where I’ve been?”

  “Not really,” she says, pulling my upper arm closer and pressing them between her tits, which are almost spilling over her black corset. “It’s just been so boring without you.”

  I give her a polite smile, and she blushes and looks away. What is it with girls who hit on you and then act all coy when you’re only trying to be friendly? It’s fake as fuck.

  But then again, what isn’t fake these days? Fake girls with fake lashes, fake tits, fake lips, and fake personalities. I haven’t admitted this to anybody, but I may be getting too old for this shit.

  I should be worried. I’m only twenty-seven, after all. And I happen to have a reputation. Some people would be seriously concerned about my well-being if they heard about me losing interest in women.

  I usually take pride in the quality of my work with the ladies. I get drunk on hearing my name on the lips of naked, sweat-covered, writhing women as they scream out prayers and profanities all at once.

  They’d rave to their friends about their toe-curling orgasms. That’s how I get a stellar track record and repeat customers.

  Business and women — they’re not so different after all.

  I just find myself preoccupied with the former rather than the latter lately, especially now that I have my own project that’s separate from the family business, and it’s beginning to take off.

  “Hey, Mr. Big Shot,” Shelley says as she approaches me from behind the bar. She glances at the girl hanging possessively on my arm and shoots me a sympathetic look. “The usual tonight?”

  “You know it. And whatever this lady wants.” I’ve been taught to always offer a round to company when I drink. If my mother were still alive, she would’ve found it unbearably rude of me if I didn’t offer the girl a drink.

  “A Macallan coming right up,” Shelley says. She turns her attention to the girl. “And for you?”

  “Cosmopolitan,” she says as she tightens her possessive hold around my arm. I was hoping to have a quiet, relaxing drink tonight, but I guess that’s not going to happen now.

  “Good choice,” Shelley says.

  Tall and statuesque with a supermodel strut, Shelley must make women jealous all the time. We had some fun as friends with benefits years ago. Those were good times. The benefits disappeared when she met her boyfriend, but the friendship remains.

  That’s the perfect relationship in my books. No fuss, no drama, and no messy loose ends.

  Too many girls think “just sex” really means “it’s only a matter of time before we fall madly in love with each other.” And then when I don’t catch feelings on their schedule, somehow I’m the bad guy. Don’t blame me for sticking to the initial agreement.