Title: Scoring the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys #3)
Author: Max Monroe
Release Date: October 25, 2016
Disclaimer:
Max and Monroe, under penalty of fictional perjury, swear that actually changing the rhythm of your heartbeat was not their intention, but rather, a side effect of swoony characters and an overzealous dedication to tears. No, no. The Dedication of the book is actually to tears.
Proceed with caution.
Except, be cautious quickly. Thanks.
Synopsis:
Two love-matches made.
One to go.
Even though two of his best friends have settled down, Wes Lancaster is determined not to get sucked into some siren’s web. As owner of the professional football team the New York Mavericks and wildly successful BAD restaurant, his lifestyle is full as it is.
Well, it was, until Winnie Winslow, the new, sexy, stiletto-wearing Team Physician trash-talks him in the locker room without batting an eye.
Now he can’t stop himself from wanting her.
The only girl in her parents’ brood of five, she’s as outspoken as she is beautiful and the kind of woman who holds her own—and then some.
Always competitive at heart, if he’s going all in for love…
Wes sure as hell wants a Win-Win.
Prepare to get a little dirty because this one might go into overtime.
Game. On.
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My Review:
The last of the billionaires.
Wes.
The last of our sassy, strong heroines.
Winnie.
One awesomely written child character.
Lexi.
I can’t describe my love for this little self-made family. Winnie is a single mother to special-needs child. Lexi is on the autistic spectrum and is super intelligent and very aware of her surroundings. It takes her time to warm up to new people and new people find it difficult to understand her and her quirks.
When Winnie sees Wes respond to Lexi so naturally and actually actively encourage change in her, she can’t believe that Wes isn’t the man he says he is. The one not for relationships and families and children.
What we see is a change in all three characters. Wes opens his heart to more than just one night however hot and erotic it may be. Winnie opens her heart to potentially another deadbeat like Lexi’s father. Finally, Lexi opens her heart to a stranger and trusts him explicitly.
The whole gang is around, naturally and we see a lot of Kline, Georgia, Thatch and Cassie. The group of them altogether makes my heart so full that the thought of this series being so close to ending physically hurts.
You won’t regret one-clicking this and falling even more in love for these billionaire bad boys!
About the Author:
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the pseudonym Max Monroe to bring you a sexy, laugh-out-loud new series…& more. 😉
New writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half.
Stay tuned for the future—this is where the fun begins.
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Excerpt:
“Leave it,” I whispered as her phone rang from her tiny purse that lay discarded on the floor, groaning and pushing her deeper into the wall before sucking the peak of her nipple into my mouth.
We were in the trenches of my favorite two-person activity, and I had absolutely no desire to add a third—especially knowing whoever was on the other end of her phone wasn’t a model for Victoria’s Secret.
Relax. I’m mostly joking.
I’d been working diligently at the removal of each and every piece of her clothing for the last five or so minutes, but we were so desperate to keep our mouths on one another, the process had been slow going and she’d yet to have the chance to reciprocate.
I couldn’t help it, though, and I didn’t mind that I still wore my clothes. Her skin was like a flavor, one I swore had been specifically designed for me by Baskin Robbins, and her nipples were like the cherries on top. Deep red from my attention and perfectly delicious.
But the bleating of her phone threatened to pop my flawless pleasure bubble.
And I was in no way ready to stop.
