If that man calls her one more time… So what if Gabe Campos is a model-dating billionaire who gets Keisha Jacobs hotter than a Ferrari's engine on the straightaway? He keeps pushing her to sell her family's furniture business, but she'll never give in—not unless she wants to give her father a second heart attack.
All Gabe should be thinking about is how he'll finally get revenge on the man who killed his father. But when he meets the man's daughter, Keisha, instead of focusing on destroying Jacobs Fine Furnishings, he can't get her warm-whisky voice out of his mind.
Forced by a snow storm to spend the night together, their passion ignites. The next day, however, it's back to business. The only way Keisha can save her family is to win a bet with the billionaire. But neither realized their hearts are part of the bargain…
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Betting on the Billionaire
By Avery Flynn, Stephan Morgan
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Keisha Jacobs would give up her favorite ratchet box wrench for the ability to reach through the phone and strangle the rich asshole on the other end of the line. However, the fact that such an action happened to be physically impossible was a blessing. Few things were as sparse around Jacobs Fine Furnishings as bail money.
But the bills? She surveyed the stack of envelopes filling the leopard print inbox on the corner of her office desk. Oh, there were plenty of them.
Unclamping her jaw before she broke a molar, Keisha sucked in a fortifying breath through her teeth. There. Much better. Sort of. "I don't care how much money you offer, Mr. Campos, Jacobs Fine Furnishings is not for sale."
"Everyone has a price." He delivered the comment with the honeyed voice of someone used to getting his way. Too bad for him she'd already fallen for that ploy. Once. With another smooth-talking uber-stud. All it had gotten her was an overpriced wedding dress and nowhere to wear it. "Not me and not this company."
Keisha slid her fingers across her laptop's built-in mouse pad. The screen flickered to life. She scrolled up The Harbor City Post's website to an old photo of a clean-shaven, square-jawed hottie in a tuxedo with a model-slash-actress-slash-singer type on each arm.
Three's Company: Harbor City's bad boy billionaire, Gabe Campos, hits the town with two beauties for the annual Fashion Fights Hunger gala at the Harbor City Museum of Modern Art. Looks like he doesn't just have the Midas touch when it comes to money.
The article under the photo waxed on and on about how Campos relaxed by building furniture.
"Why don't you meet me, and we can discuss this in person?" Gabe's smooth voice slithered down her spine, tempting and oh so dangerous. "I can have my helicopter pilot fly down to Salvation, Virginia and bring you to Harbor City. We can chat about the acquisition over dinner. I'd love to finally see the face that goes with that Southern drawl."
She rolled her eyes at Gabe's image on her screen. "Do you think because I live in a small town that I'm a total noob?"
"I'm just trying to be friendly."
Keisha snorted. "No, you're trying to buy cheap."
"So you'd be willing to sell if I increased my offer?"
Man, this guy would not take no for an answer, and it was making her nuts. Six month of flirty negotiations coupled with his maddening stubbornness had her twitching in her seat. "Absolutely not."
"That's a problem." His voice turned from sticky sweet to flinty in a heartbeat.
"Not for me it's not," she retorted.
"It will be."
The dial tone buzzed in her ear before she could think of a better come back than, "Oh yeah?"
"Well, that sounded like it went well." Her best friend, Ellen, stood in the doorway still wearing her red-checked waitress uniform from The Kitchen Sink diner under an unzipped, thick winter coat. She held a white bakery box in her arms.
"Please tell me that's chocolate, because I need it." Keisha hung up the phone and let her chin drop to the desk. The giant poof of her natural ebony afro floated around her head like a force field.
"Yes." Ellen sauntered into Keisha's brightly lit office, her red uniform mixing in perfectly with the eclectic vibe and vibrant colors. "And I'm totally holding the cake hostage until you agree to weave your interior decorating magic on my place before you leave for the big city."
"Is it lava cake?" Keisha lifted her head and tried to read the small print on the side of the white box. Only the most delicious comfort food could make up for dealing with Gabe "I'm-Richer-Than-Bruce-Wayne" Campos any better. The man was a fucking silver-tonged, muscle-bound menace.
Ellen winked. "Oh yeah, baby."
Keisha sat up like someone had waved the green flag at the Talladega race track. "It's a deal."
"Wow, you didn't even put up a fight." Ellen sat down in the teal guest chair and unpacked two personal-sized cakes of chocolate goodness, plastic forks, and napkins. "You do remember what my place looks like? The fake wood paneling? The Virginia Hokies wallpaper in the bathroom? The lime green kitchen?"
"Yes, yes, and yes." Keisha sank her fork into the cake, and a river of gooey chocolate spilled out. "But I just hung up with Mr. Ego-the-Size-of-His-Bank-Account."
"Again? What is his deal? With all the money he's got, why would he be interested in a small business like Jacobs Fine Furnishings? No offense."
"None taken," Keisha said around a bite of lava cake. The moist cake on her tongue gave way to the decadent chocolate sauce hidden inside the bite, and her eyes almost rolled back in her head from the pleasure. "He gave some sort of cock and bull story about how he's a big Jacobs Fine Furnishings collector and has always wanted to be a part of the craft, so he figured buying the company was a way to do that."
The explanation had set off her bullshit meter faster than a Ferrari with nitro in the tank.
"Why not say yes to all that money?" Ellen asked.
"Because there's no way I'm going to be responsible for my dad having a second stroke. Once was enough. If the disaster of my broken engagement caused the stroke, what do you think selling Jacobs Fine Furnishings would do to his heart? We can't even get him to take a two week vacation, let alone sell the place. It took four months for him to agree to let my cousin, Tyrell, train to be his replacement. And that only happened because the doctor said he'd have another stroke within six months if he didn't get his stress level down."
Her dad had started the company in his parents' barn and had a knee-jerk aversion to anyone whose last name wasn't Jacobs running the family business. Any deal to sell was destined to fail — no matter how much money Gabe offered.
"I could never work with my mom." Ellen shook her head. "We'd kill each other within a week."
"Well, I won't be working with dad for much longer. Once I get the official job offer from Epson and Callahan Interior Design in Harbor City, I'm out of here, and this whole place becomes Tyrell's problem."
Finally. Her new life was about to start. She'd worked her ass off to pay her dues as an interior designer, and the idea of being single and free in the big city made her stomach fizzy with excitement. She loved her family, but at twenty-six, it was past time she handed over the sash for being Miss Responsible for Everyone Else.
"So when are you going to tell your dad?"
"Not until I have to. He's always had this dream of me taking over the family business. But I have other ideas."
"Gotta love it when a plan comes together." Ellen toasted her with a forkful of chocolate lava cake.
Unable to dissolve the nugget of worry that hung around her like a curse, Keisha shrugged. "Yeah, as long as it really does."
"Have faith. You may not always get what you want, but you do get what you need."
Keisha halted her fork halfway to her mouth. In their twenty-year friendship, Ellen had managed to mess up the words to almost every song they'd ever sang into their hairbrushes. "Are there any song lyrics you don't butcher?"
"Only the words to every sad sack country song out there about a man who loses a dog."
Of course. "You're a hot mess."
Ellen laughed. "Pretty much, but you love cleaning up messes, so you love hanging around me."
"No." Keisha devoured another bite. "I love you for the cake."
"Fair enough." Ellen polished off her cake and swiped a piece from Keisha's plate just as the phone rang.
Keisha stared at it, a swift uptick in her pulse making her cheeks heat up, but didn't make a move to answer. Could it be him? A mutinous part of her sure as hell hoped so.
"Don't tell me you are letting a call go to voicemail. Now that would be a first." Ellen delivered a melodramatic gasp. "The scandal."
"Oh shut up." She chewed the inside of her cheek. "It's probably Gabe Campos again, and I just can't deal with him any more today."
Would she have taken the call if she'd been alone in the office? Probably. Something about sparring with Gabe got her motor purring. It must be the novelty of telling someone no. That had to be it.
"I don't know, I've seen pictures ..." Ellen's face took on a dreamy quality, and she sighed.
"Too bad his personality isn't as hot as he is," Keisha mumbled.
Ellen wriggled her eyebrows. "If you stopped spending all your free time fixing up that old bucket of bolts of yours and actually started dating again, you'd realize you don't sleep with their personality."
"You're so bad." Keisha tossed a crumpled napkin at her best friend. "And, anyway, working on my Thunderbird is the closest I get to a moment of Zen."
"Unless that moment comes with orgasms, you're missing out."
"I don't need a man for that." Still, Keisha snuck a glance at her laptop screen and the photo of Gabe.
Tall, muscular, and classically handsome, with warm, light brown skin that stood testament to his Hispanic heritage, she couldn't deny he was hot. But it was the hint of a cocky smolder behind his black-framed glasses that had her squeezing her thighs together and twisting in her seat.
Good thing Gabe was in Harbor City. A girl could only take so much temptation.CHAPTER 2
After ten years and one billion dollars, lady luck had decided to give Gabe Campos the middle finger. And, possibly, frostbite.
He stepped onto the slushy surface of Highway Twenty-Eight outside of Salvation, Virginia, and an icy wind gust smacked him in the face. The arctic air carried fluffy snowflakes the size of quarters, turning his pristine glasses into opaque decoration. Then, after a few breaths of frosty air, icicles crystalized on his new short-trimmed beard. Of all the places for his car to finally sputter to a stop, it had to be on an abandoned stretch of highway miles away from the interstate and any sign of civilization.
All because of a weird combination of revenge, curiosity, and lust. Maybe his cousin Carlos was right — he had lost his mind.
Gabe flipped his wool coat's collar up to guard against the cold wind as best he could and wiped the fog off his glasses. He circled around to the car's front bumper. It took him a few tries to figure out the hood's clasp, but it finally gave way, and he popped open his Aston Martin Vanquish's snow-slick hood. He'd bought the sports car last week for two important reasons.
Number one, it went fast. Really. Really. Fast.
Number two, it was his favorite shade of red.
A car guy, he was not. A fact that became all too apparent as he stared at the AM11 engine, which was about as familiar and understandable to him as a ski lodge that didn't come with a live-in maid. He had grown up with money, but making a million before graduating high school tended to change a man's perspective — and his expectations.
Right about now, though, he'd happily give up the jet black Bentley parked in his garage back home in Harbor City for a second chance at the auto mechanic lessons his Uncle Julio had tried to give him as a teenager. But Gabe had assumed that with as much bank as he had, he didn't need to know how to change his oil. His uncle would get a good laugh out of this.
That was if — and it seemed like a big if — Gabe found shelter before the fast moving snow storm turned him into Frosty the Snowman. He rubbed his palms together hard enough to chafe them despite his leather driving gloves. The pain was worth it for the little bit of heat the move garnered — just like his plan.
Revenge didn't come without a little heartburn. Sure, a few people may lose their jobs, but Gabe had sworn a vow that Dell Jacobs would lose a lot more. No matter the weather, it was time to see his promise through.
He slammed the car's hood down and shoved his hands into his pockets. The interstate was closer than Salvation, but the solitary, two-pump gas station he'd passed coming off the exit ramp had already closed down for the night. The town ahead had to have something open despite the worsening weather. He hesitated and looked up at the gray sky.
Conventional wisdom said to wait out a storm in your car until help arrived, but he hadn't seen any sign of life for more than an hour. The town of Salvation lay a few miles down the road. Ten tops. After completing three Ironman competitions, he should be able to do that distance in his sleep. Even with the snow.
Gabe glanced back one last time at the car before grinning and pulling out a wool hat from his pocket. He'd never followed conventional wisdom before. Why in the hell would he start now?
It only took half an hour of slugging through snow before he'd called himself every word for idiot, moron, and douchebag he could think of in the eight languages he spoke fluently. In an effort to keep his mind off of the wind, the sleet, the misery, and the sheet of ice forming on his mustache, he started in on the languages he only knew a little.
"Idiota." That took care of Portuguese.
He trudged forward, his Italian dress shoes sliding whenever he hit an icy patch, which seemed to be every other breath.
"Mjinga." And Swahili.
A frigid blast stole the Swedish translation out of his mouth. Since he'd left his car along the side of the road and begun this half-baked trek, enough snow had fallen that his ankles were soaked. He'd kept to the center of the road, the snowdrifts making it hard to figure out where the highway ended and the shoulder began. The last thing he needed was to fall ass-first into a mound of snow because he'd misjudged. Again.
Wasn't that just typical of his life lately?
If he hadn't been so overly confident in his ability to steal Jacobs Fine Furnishings from under Dell Jacobs' nose, he wouldn't have made the drive from Harbor City to Salvation in three hours less time than his GPS had predicted. Right in time to be stranded on the side of the road in a blizzard. Because the boy genius, as the Harbor City Times had called him a few years ago, didn't take advice from anyone. Not even electronic direction givers.
Who the hell was he kidding? Sixty percent of the reason he was trudging through the icy muck was so he could finally see Keisha Jacobs in the flesh after battling her via phone for months. The low resolution photos he'd found of her online hadn't sated his curiosity. They were small and fuzzy, not to mention she was always hiding in the background. Still, he wasn't the kind of man to let a question go unanswered, even if that meant driving to small town America when he could have issued his ultimatum via certified letter.
Up ahead, a neon sign flickered, and he stumbled toward it.
The Fix 'Er Up Auto Shop sign glowed yellow one hundred yards ahead, the light acting as a beacon as the snow swirled fast and furious around him. The cold air burned the inside of his nose, but he'd stopped shivering as violently. Not a good sign.
Snow mixed with icy sleet soaked his socks. He wriggled his toes, noting he could only feel six of the ten. Refusing to give up, he dug deep for the survival instincts he normally only used in the boardroom and shuffled forward.
He was practically at the auto shop's glass double doors before he realized he'd arrived. If his blood wasn't half frozen in his veins, he would have fist pumped the air in celebration. As it was, he didn't push the door so much as collapse against it.
The door didn't budge.
God, he was an arrogant asshole. He should have stayed in the damn car and waited out the storm.
"Too little, too late numb nuts," he said, the words escaping from between his chattering teeth.
In an act of impotent frustration, he wrapped his stiff fingers around the metal bar used to open the door and banged it back and forth, hoping the lock would give.
But a light snapped on.
A person emerged from a back room and strode toward the door. Man? Woman? Alien? He couldn't tell by the outline since he, she, or it was backlit, but he didn't care as long as they opened the damn door. Relief thawed out some of the ice in his veins. The person flipped on the light in the shop's lobby.
Crowbar in hand.
She stopped three feet from the door and eyed him warily.
"Please," he shouted against the glass. "Let me in."
Ten very long seconds later, the door opened, and he stumbled inside, warmly welcomed by the auto shop's heater, if not the woman wearing grease-covered coveralls.
Keeping a tight grip on the crowbar, Keisha gave the man a once over. Wet, a wool cap pulled low, a beard covering the bottom half of his face, and covered in snow, he looked more like Jack Frost than the kind of moron who went for a walk in a blizzard. So much for spending the evening elbow deep in grease while she brought her baby, a 1955 Ford Thunderbird, back to life.
There would be hell to pay if the abominable snowman dripping all over the lobby floor turned out to be a burglar. The guy was tall, at least half a foot bigger than her five-feet six-inches — not counting her hair — broad shouldered, and shivering as much as a Southern Belle in a bikini at the North Pole.
If he was up to no good, he picked a shitty night to try to rob the auto shop. The owner, Hud, had taken the cash and receipts to the bank hours ago.
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Good plot but too short for the couple to develop real feeling for each other. Mjw
A quick read Betting the Billionaire tells a story of a man seeking to avenge his father for a past wrongdoing. In his quest, he becomes stranded during a snowstorm and walks the miles to the nearest mechanic shop where he meeting Keisha Jacobs. Attraction is instant between these two and they embark on a road where a friendly competition forces these two to work together. As Gabe learns the truth he must also come to a decision on whether to continue to pursue his plan of revenge or open his heart to forgiveness and love. Keisha is determined to keep the family business even if it means making sacrifices that will impact her future. One night stranded in a snowstorm may be all it takes to get these two to realize they have a future together. Will they succeed? Readers will need to read Betting the Billionaire to find out. This was a quick read and I thoroughly enjoyed the story. Ms. Flynn did a good job developing these characters. With Gabe, the author shows how Gabe’s business sense has a strong effect on his personal life where he is a strong-minded and determined man that will stop at nothing to get what he wants. His motives for wanting the furniture business are misguided because he does not have all the facts and this character display shows that Gabe may have a brilliant business mind, but it does not filter into his personal life. He believes when someone has been wronged the guilty party should pay at all cost. Keisha’s character showed her desire to put others first even to the point of sacrificing what she wanted to meet others’ needs. She and Gabe make a good combination, where they balance each other. Although this was a short read, readers will glimpse the budding romance between Keisha and Gabe, and the struggles each must contend with. The competition for the furniture store is a bonus but this couple realizes they must overcome their own issues and busy schedules to decide if the relationship is worthy enough to continue. -Reviewed by Deborah
So many issues with this story. Over all I was not entertained, descriptions were not consistent and the characters weren't interesting to me. The plot to the story was a little weak in my opinion and I didn't see the attraction the author kept saying existed between the two characters. This story was about 84 pages so let that be a heads up for your expectations.
When Gabe Campos tries to take over Jcobs Furniture he gets into a lot more than he can handle. Keisha is not going to let her father's company go without a fight, and she just doesn't understand why Gabe would want it so much. Keisha is quite a girl - she builds furniture, is a car fanatic, and love to interior design. I love it when a character has such a diverse group of interests. Gabe has a purpose and he isn't the type to deviate once he sets his mind on something. But Keisha is more of an obstacle than he could have imagined, and he doesn't really mind having her in the way either. But Gabe will have to face the demons of his past - and he doesn't seem to want to confront them at all. This was an new twist on things for me. I really like how the story built on itself. Every little sentence worked towards the HEA. *This book was received in exchange for an honest review*
Avery Flynn has a wonderful light and flirty touch in this fast-paced romance. The love-hate relationship of Keisha Jacobs and Gabe Campos is very sexy. His desire for revenge against her father adds drama to their attraction. I enjoyed the colorful cast of characters. They are a lively bunch. The dialogue was very humorous and their romance very sensual. Keisha and Gabe are a unique couple who captured me from page one. I enjoyed their fight for a HEA. Betting the Billionaire left me smiling.
You know how sometimes a novella has you aching for more and other times it was nice quick read. Well, Betting the Billionaire is the latter. Don't get me wrong it wasn't a bad read and the writing was good. However, I just didn't connect with the characters. I happen to enjoy a revenge plot. However, I just didn't feel like there was enough bitterness for a revenge plot. A lot of the story stems from not knowing all the facts. I like Keisha and loyalty to her family. Gabe, well he just didn't really do anything for me. Overall, Betting the Billionaire wasn't a bad read, just didn't grab me. Copy provided by author via Authors Pal
This is my second novel I've had the pleasure to read from Avery Flynn. I found Betting the Billionaire to be a fun, bouncy read that moved along at a great clip. Settings, story line and characters are all well defined and believable. True to Ms. Flynn's genre, there are a couple of "hot action" scenes. However, with this work, I think the "Less is more" theory could have been applied to the sex scenes and made it an even juicier story. But that's just my personal opinion. The story/scenes set as they are do not detract from the plot line at all. I think most readers who are okay with some graphic language/scenes will find this a well worth their reading time.
Keisha's father had a stroke, so she's taken over the struggling family furniture business to help out. Gabe Campos found out some news about a man he didn't know was his biological father and that he used to be in business with Keisha's father, Dell Jacobs. From the information on the police report, Gabe believes Dell was inadvertently responsible for the accident that took his fathers life. Now he's out for revenge. The one thing he didn't count on was the intense attraction he'd have for Keisha Jacobs. A quick fun contemporary romance. Avery Flynn's writing never disappoints. Gabe Campos is one sexy billionaire! I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
I’m giving this book a 3-star and a very very short review. I’m not entirely sure why I didn’t particularly care for this book, but I think I just never connected with the characters. Part of it was definitely Gabe. I really didn’t care for his condemnatory attitude and jump-to-conclusions way of thinking. He seriously should have taken more time rather than throwing everything he had into ruining someone’s business. I think Keisha’s a bit of a fool for moving beyond that as quickly as she did. However, my reservations notwithstanding, I didn’t hate the book or swear off never reading another one by Ms. Flynn (there are authors I can think of that I’ve done that with). It’s a decent, short read, and smooth flowing on the writing style. So, I admit this is a purely subjective POV and is probably not in agreement with others’ views. Reviews can be very subjective and in this case, the book just didn’t click and provide me with an enjoyable experience, just an okay one. It happens. Book provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
This was a well written novella that featured Gabe a quick to judge billionaire and Keisha a 2nd generation furniture maker turned interior decorator. Gabe targets Keisha family's business because he believe her father to be partially responsible for his biological fathers death. He meets Keisha in the middle of a storm, and is instantly attracted to her and they hook up. He reveals his revenge plot and accepts a bet to see who can design and make the best piece of furniture. I didn't really connect with either the hero or the heroine, but appreciated the story. I received a free copy for an honest review.
I would recommend Betting the Billionaire to anyone who enjoys a good STEAMY romance.! Betting the Billionaire was a quick and cute erotic read with good characters and juicy sex scenes. The story drew me in right away as I could relate to Keisha Jacobs who had put her own dreams on hold as she was driven by a strong feeling of responsibility to her father to keep the furniture business he had poured his life into afloat. She thought she would finally be free to pursue her own aspiration of being an interior designer when her cousin took over running the business. That dream morphed into a nightmare when her cousin bolted. As she faced the growing piles of bills, the billionaire playboy, Gabe Campos, called again. He just wouldn't take no to his offers to buy their family business, Jacobs Fine Furnishings. Truth be told, though, she looked forward to his calls. Gabe wasn't giving up. He blamed Keisha's father for his father's death and just retribution would be his when he took down Jacob's lifework and put his employees in the unemployment line. Frustrated by Keisha's last refusal to sell, Gabe decided to confront her in person. However, he hadn't counted on a freak blizzard and an ornery car. Fate can be a potent force :-))) Keisha was sultry, intelligent, talented and blessed with a good heart. Gabe was a stubborn turd at first; he was so contemptible, I was frustrated at Keisha for giving Gabe shelter from the storm. However, Keisha was awesome. She was able to expose his vulnerability with tenderness and good humor and completely turned the table on him. I loved their scenes together and I really savored the glow as his quest for revenge became his undoing. This was a well-written story. The sex is incredibly HOT. I also was treated to learning a bit about the furniture business. I love books that educate me without my knowledge. I would recommend Betting the Billionaire to anyone who enjoys a good STEAMY romance. I still can't believe how different I now feel about Gabe. Don't give up on him if you feel vexed with him at the beginning. 4 Stars!
Wow! This novella from Avery Flynn is wonderful. Keisha is an amazing leading lady. She has sass, spunk, and sexiness to boot. She is strong and loyal. Keisha feels an obligation to her father and her family to keep the family business alive. But she has no idea just what that is going to entail when she comes up against Gabe Campos. The sexual tension and the story line are phenomenal. I loved this story and didn't want it to end! I received a complimentary copy of this book from the author for review purposes. This did not influence my opinion or review in any way.
Betting the Billionaire is a fast, fun read guaranteed to get your motor revving! Sparks fly between Keisha and Gabe in more ways than one, the snarky banter going back and forth like a tennis match. This is classic Flynn style and you can't go wrong picking this one up!
Reviewed by Kim for Read Your Writes Book Reviews Betting the Billionaire was a quick enjoyable read. I loved the fact that this was an interracial romance. Gabe Campos and Keisha Jacobs are great characters and not at all what you’d expect. When Gabe finds out about his biological father’s death, he blames Keisha’s father. He make it his mission to bring the man and his business to their knees. Gabe just isn’t prepared to fall for Keisha with just her phone voice. Gabe decides to pay Keisha a face to face visit, only to run out of gas during the middle of a snowstorm. Unknowingly, Gabe takes shelter with the daughter of his enemy. Sparks fly and things are not what they seem. Sometimes a calculated bet gives you everything you have ever wanted. You just have to be willing to let go of your pride, misguided grief, and go for what you really and truly want. Source: Publisher
This was a quick, fun read that had a bit of humor, a bit of steam, a bit of a mystery, and a whole lot of sexy alpha billionaire male! Keisha and Gabe were both great characters. I love a strong heroine who stands up for what she believes in and can give as good as she gets, and Keisha was all that and more. Watching her put her dreams on hold to help her father to keep the family business running had me loving her all the more and hoping even harder that she would get the chance to live her dreams. Speaking of dreams, Gabe was a great alpha male – so totally self-assured and confident, cocky just to the point of being overbearing, and, of course being a sexy as all get-out billionaire didn’t hurt either! But what I mostly loved about Gabe was that underneath it all he was real and fair, and most importantly, kind – from his woodworking “hobby”, to his ability to admit he was wrong and quickly try to remedy the situation. It wasn’t always easy to see past that dominant businessman persona to the real sweetheart underneath, but when I did, it definitely made me feel all squishy inside. I just love Avery Flynn’s writing - and leave it to her to add in some sort of quirky humor – in this case a set of five Good Time Smexy Elves…you’ll have to read the story to find out more! Since this was a novella, there wasn’t the time for a lot of character development or for in-depth back story, but I don’t feel it hurt the story in any way and I was actually amazed at just how well I understood the characters and their motivations. Another thing I love about Avery Flynn’s writing is that she leaves you in such a good place at the end of her books – you know there is more to the story, but you feel satisfied with the place she left you and are happy to let the characters write the rest of their story. Now, off to find my own set of Smexy Elves… I received a copy of this book from the author for an honest review.
I received an ARC copy of this book, and I was so excited for a chance to read it early.. This was such a fast paced, enjoyable read. I was hooked from the beginning, and the story just kept getting better. I absolutely LOVED the story-line, and am looking forward to more reads by Avery Flynn
Great fun sexy read introducing us to the fine folks of Salvation! In typical Avery Flynn fashion, this book is filled with witty banter, steamy romance, and characters that grab your heart. I definitely recommend this one! The only problem - you'll want more Gave and Keisha.
Betting the Billionaire is a fast, fun, and sexy read from the phenomenal Avery Flynn. Billionaire Gabe Campos wants to buy Keisha Jacobs' family store. Keisha's not selling. This is an awesome rivals-to-lovers story filled with twists and turns. Another winner from one of my favorite authors!
Reading one of Avery Flynn's books is like watching a movie. Her writing style brings the characters to life and holds your attention until the story concludes. BETTING THE BILLIONAIRE is a non stop read! Right from the start , Gabe Campos the "get anything he wants" irresistibly handsome billionaire is relentlessly pursuing the purchase and takeover of a family owned business, Jacob's Fine Furnishing. Keisha Jacobs, the stunning sultry daughter who is watching over the family business since her father's stroke, and a real "wiz" at working on cars, as well, will have none of Gabe's persistence ! However, that doesn't stop an undeniable underlying sexual energy that seems to be brewing between Keisha and Gabe !! So what happens next? Well the best is yet to come, and I'm no spoiler! Twists and turns will take place, and you'll go on an unforgettable journey that will run your emotions wild, and stimulate your senses from head to toe !!! Betting the Billionaire is a 5-Star winner, Avery…. Congratulations!
Betting the Billionaire, by Avery Flynn, is a short story worthy of a night curled up on a chair with a cup of tea and a fleece blanket. The heat between the characters burned up the pages. I’m a sucker for a girl who knows her way around a car engine. I especially love a guy who appreciates a girl who knows her way around a car engine. Thanks for the escape, Avery. I enjoyed it and am looking forward to more from you.
I received an ARC for an honest review. This was a great contemporary romantic read. Gabe has a grudge against the a furniture company that Keisha's father owns. He sets out to destroy the company but soon finds out he desires Keisha. I like the fact that he realized this and did not spend most of the book denying his desire for her. The characters are opposites but Avery makes them fit together. You also got to know the characters which I think is very important in a book. This book was an easy read with just the right amount of romance and passion and you will keep reading and hoping for a HEA for the characters.