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Step into the world of Morally Grey Billionaires—a collection of seven standalone romances where powerful men meet their match in strong, independent women. Each story is a rollercoaster of emotions, featuring fake relationships, arranged marriages, and heartwarming happily-ever-afters. Also features a Champagne swigging Great Dane called Tiny, who plays cupid by mistake.

Seven tattooed possessive billionaires who propose a marriage of convenience one secret that ties them together: This is a box set of eight marriage of convenience romances, featuring grumpy, possessive Mafia billionaires who propose a pretend marriage, only to fall for their sunshine fake brides and must grovel to win their hearts, with a grand gesture that will take your breath away!

This is a boxed set of eight fake relationship romances, featuring tattooed, brooding billionaires who propose a marriage of convenience, only to fall for their sunshine fake brides and must grovel to win their hearts, with a grand gesture that will take your breath away!

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. Lord of the underworld. Master of all the criminal masterminds who ever crawled the underbelly of Sicily's notorious mafia company. Who just happens to be hot and snarly, and with a demanding manner, gulp! My father owed him, so he took me as payment. He gets what he wants, and I am his new obsession. To take. To break. As if I'll let him. He's out to destroy me, but I'll go toe-to-toe with him every step of the way. I'll do everything to make him fall for me. Until he springs the ultimate surprise.

Sinclair Amadeus Sterling, a.k.a. Mr. Superior Jackass with a God complex. Who also happens to be my blackmailer...gulp. Tall, dark, gazillionaire growly pants. The first time I met him, I kneed him in his very well endowed balls - don't ask! He had that tightly leashed, controlling air and a smoldering glare that made me damp in seconds. The only thing that sucks worse than his attitude is his (lack of) sense of humor! Honest. Sadly, he's also the one who could save my business from going bust. Hell!

Drawing on previously unpublished eyewitness accounts, prizewinning historian Donald L. Miller has written what critics are calling one of the most powerful accounts of warfare ever published. Here are the horror and heroism of World War II in the words of the men who fought it, the journalists who covered it, and the civilians who were caught in its fury. Miller gives us an up-close, deeply personal view of a war that was more savagely fought - and whose outcome was in greater doubt - than one might imagine. This is the war that Americans on the home front would have read about had they had access to previously censored testimony.

One grumpy, emotionally unavailable billionaire CEO. One spirited, overworked assistant with an ex to outshine. One marriage of convenience that's supposed to be all business… until a Christmas blizzard traps us together on his private island. My boss walked in on me getting dumped. So naturally, he asked me to marry him, in front of my ex. I should've been humiliated. Instead, I said yes. Brody Davenport, cold, calculating, frustratingly gorgeous, is about to become my husband.

I walked into his restaurant needing a paycheck. Now I’m his fake wife. And if I’m not careful, I might just fall for the man I hate. James Hamilton is grumpy. Emotionally unavailable. Impossible to reach. He’s also my best friend’s brother. The man who broke my heart without even trying. Now he’s a world-famous chef. Well known for his brilliance. Working for him is my chance at the career of my dreams. But when he calls me out in front of his entire staff, I decide to leave. But James stops me with an offer I never saw coming.

The one man I cannot stand. The one wedding I wish I never agreed to plan. Liam Kincaid. Billionaire. Powerful. My best friend’s fiancé. And now…my biggest problem. He’s cold. Arrogant. Impossible. The man has the emotional depth of a stone wall and treats his wedding like a business deal. I should dislike him. I do dislike him. Until one vivid dream changes everything.

He's, my bodyguard. My marriage of convenience husband. And the one man I can't have feelings for. Ryot Davenport: Former Marine. Billionaire security expert. A man built to keep his walls high and his heart untouchable. Our fake marriage? A calculated political move. Our real chemistry? Impossible to ignore. He’s sworn to keep me safe. I’m determined to make him feel again. Every unspoken promise. Every stolen glance. We’re playing a dangerous game where the only rule is: don’t fall. But some rules were never meant to be kept…

Liam Kincaid. Super grumpy. Super grouchy. Super tall, dark...hottie. Whose engagement I was responsible for breaking up. It was all a big mistake...honest. Only he doesn’t see it that way.

Michael Byron Domenico Sovrano. The Capo of Sicily's notorious Mafia company. My father owed him, so he took me to repay the debt and married me to further his own ambitions. I hate him; I am determined to resist him. But what happens when I begin to fall for my new husband?

Arpad growlypants Beauchamp a.k.a. Grumpzilla. The first time he met me, he told me that he hated my company. I retaliated by spitting my Chai Tea Latte all over his tailormade slacks. He granted the security agency I run his business, anyway, huh? Clearly, it's because he wants to control me. To make my life miserable. To become a thorn in my side, glowering down at me from his superior height. So when I end up stowing away on his boat, by a quirk of fate, I demand he turn back.

Tyler Davenport is six-feet-four-inches of pure gorgeousness in a tailored suit. Former-Marine turned billionaire. Devoted single dad. The man whose penetrating gaze makes my heart race. And now... my boss. I was handling it. Really. Until his little girl called me mommy over breakfast. Until I caught him watching me with heated eyes across the dinner table. Until he demanded I become his wife just for show, just for a year to claim his inheritance. Now we're sharing a roof. A bathroom. A bed His touch lingers too long to be accidental.

Connor Davenport: Grumpy billionaire CEO, emotionally stunted genius, former undercover operative who's also a cat whisperer, is my brother's best friend and my complete opposite. I’m a caffeine-fueled, ER doctor. He’s all precision, control, and impossible standards. Then he walked into my ER—bleeding, barking orders, and acting like he owned the place. I stitched him up. He asked me to dinner. I refused. That's when he told me he'd been following me for weeks.

Three standalone stranded over Christmas romances. Three grumpy, billionaires who are home for the holidays and must marry to claim their inheritance. One collection of festive love stories that are sure to sweep you off your feet.

Damian Savage, the billionaire rockstar with the killer abs, aka the ultimate dream guy in a six-foot-five, sculpted-chest, freaking macho package. Who haunts the dreams of half the female population, ugh! He's also the kind of arrogant, self-important man I avoid, in real life. But that smirk of his? OMG, swoon. So I may have stalked his social media accounts, don't judge. A lowly nanny like me? I didn't feature on his radar at all...until I run into him at a party. And ask him to spend the night with me.

James Hamilton makes my heart stutter. He's six feet three inches of muscle. A decorated Royal Marine. with a jagged scar that hints at a troubled past, and glacial blue eyes that see right through my defenses. I'm the aspiring chef who spends my days drowning in dishwater and hiding my curves under an oversized apron while I strive for my big break.

Saint Jordan Killian Black. A gazillionaire with a panty-melting smirk, and a soul as dark as his name. I wanted a child. He wanted a willing slave. I wanted someone to break me and build me up again. He wanted no emotions, no connection. A simple transaction, that's what he said it would be. I needed something in me to shatter, so I could finally live.

She turns her face and I catch a glimpse of her profile. The upturned nose, the curve of her lips, the creamy skin that glows in the late afternoon light. She throws her head back and laughs, and my heart begins to pound in my chest. Sweat beads my palms and I wipe them on my jeans. What is this reaction to her? I have not even properly met her, yet something inside me insists that I know her. She's the girl whom I have tried hard not to think about...The girl I’d gotten a glimpse of so many years ago. I have never forgotten her.