A Contemporary Romance Box Set
This is not a collection of cookie-cutter billionaires! Variety is the spice of life and this box set includes stories of three extraordinary billionaires who will entertain you for hours.
What do an artist, a mafia boss, and a man living in a poorer man’s identity have in common? Power, prestige, and more money than King Midas, but, without the love of a strong-willed, vibrant woman, they are like ships without stars to guide them. Find out what happens when these gorgeous alpha men meet soul mates who will rock their worlds and change their lives forever.
This romance box set includes the following books:
Book 1: Surprise Baby for the Secret Billionaire Next Door
When I gave my V-card to my grumpy next door neighbor,
I didn’t know he was a billionaire artist in hiding.
Now I’m pregnant with his greatest masterpiece.
Book 2: Silver Fox Billionaire Mob Boss
I fled into the arms of a mob boss for protection… and ended up pregnant by my father’s sworn enemy.
Book 3: Billionaire Baby Daddy Mix-Up
Having a baby I didn’t know I fathered, dumped on me is a nightmare…torment is falling in love with the nanny who believes my lie that my friend is the billionaire baby daddy.
The road to love is a long, hard bumpy ride, but ALL books end in HEA.
AmazonExcerpt from Extraordinary Billionaires’ Club Boxset © Copyright 2024 Aria McDow
Chapter One
SOFIA
Artsbridge is a small city in Maryland, located several hours away from Washington D.C. It’s a beautiful, rustic place where the view consists of the Blue Ridge Mountains. It’s where art and community converge in a way that make my soul come alive.
It’s a Mecca for artists born and raised here, as well as for artists like me—transplants from other places.
Most of the time, the tourists far outnumber the folks who actually live here.
Although thousands flock to Artsbridge to partake in the mix of cultural, historical, and arts festivals, this is still a place where I can walk down the street and have people call me by my name.
My Uncle Carlos owns The Americana Del Sur Bakery—a medium-sized shop, nestled in the heart of Artsbridge.
The bakery is a cozy haven in the city and a cultural mixing pot. I like to think all of us who work here think the same and wouldn’t have it any other way.
In Americana Del Sur, I have an amazing support network of co-workers and customers that help ease the pain of missing my family back home in Argentina.
How I love this place. Rustic charm mixed with modern eclectic is how I describe the feel of it. Exposed brick walls adorned with colorful local art, and worn, wooden floors that echo with history. There are tables for two, four, and larger groups of more. There are board games, books, and local magazines within arm’s reach of every table.
This is more than just a place to grab a morning bite—it’s a welcoming, gathering place—a community hub.
It’s 7 o’clock in the morning and time to open.
I make one last round of the bakery to see that everything is in place and check my watch again. Neither Eddie nor Ava have arrived yet for the start of the opening shift. I’m unconcerned. I know they’ll be here, and I’ll do my best to handle things until they arrive.
I inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods and smile before I unlock the doors and turn the open sign around.
“Ready?” Gus, our resident baker, asks with a grin.
I grin back. “Yup. Let’s do this.”
I let up the blinds, turn the sign and unlock the doors. Customers are already waiting outside and I recognize many of them as regulars.
“Good morning, everyone!” I smile and wave them in.
“Wonderful to see you, Mrs. Greenly…C’mon in, Mr. Wallace…Yes, we have your favorite pastry, Renita…”
I head back behind the counter and begin manning the register and coffee machine solo. Gus, his broad frame hidden behind his flour-dusted apron, moves fluidly as he takes care of the pastries, sandwiches and breads in readiness for the breakfast rush.
I begin pumping orders through to the ticket machines at the coffee station and out to Gus. I stare back down the ever-increasing line of eager customers and swallow my panic. Where did all these people come from?
Gus must have read my internal panic by the expression on my face because he offers me an encouraging nod.
This is not the day I need two co-workers late at the same time, and yet that is exactly what I have. I struggle to keep up with making drinks and working the register, but I get on with it and keep smiling and being chatty.
That’s when I notice him—a broad-shouldered, masculine, towering presence of impatience and irritation, almost at the end of the line. I know that scowl. What’s he doing in here? I’ve lived next door to Lord of the Grump for six months without so much as a nod in my direction. Well, maybe not a nod but I have definitely caught him staring a few times.
I’ve tried to make conversation. No luck.
