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About the author:
Portia Hailey writes Billionaire Romance because who doesn’t love those sexy super-rich men and the smart and sassy women they love? Plus, it’s really fun to write about the luxurious lifestyle and all those expensive toys. Portia lives in the Northeast, which is a perfect place to find all the inspiration and ideas she needs for the arrogant heroes and exclusive settings in her books. The descriptions of the country clubs, posh stores, and fabulous parties described in all her books, will bring readers into the exciting drama-filled world of the wealthy.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The sound of a throat clearing caused Harper to look up from the magazine. She was pretty sure her eyes widened. Hoyt Selwyn hovered over her. His dark hair was styled in a haircut costing a few hundred dollars with the perfect amount of grey at his temples. His skin was tanned from outdoor activities and not the can of a spray tanner. Even his teeth were capped and bleached the perfect shade so as not to appear artificial. Every part of Hoyt Selwyn was perfect.
He lifted his eyebrow and lifted his chin at the spare chair across from me. “May I”
The sound of his voice was perfect. Harper expected nothing less from the man. She swallowed back the nerves and nodded her head. Part of her questioned if she should let him know that she had an interview with his company in less than an hour, but the other part — the one that directed her libido — told her to shut up and let the man sit so Harper could admire his physical perfection.
Standing over six feet tall with broad shoulders and a trim athletic body, Hoyt Selwyn was a man she could spend hours admiring. His pants draped over his muscular thighs and Harper imagined how tight his ass must have looked beneath his bespoke pants.
Before she thought better, Hoyt sat down across from her and pulled out his newspaper. She watched the way his fingers brushed against the crease of the newspaper and imagined how they might feel brushing against her skin. Hoyt made a sound of disgust and Harper shook her head free of the sex fantasies frolicking there.