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The Mistaken Billionaire
     

The Mistaken Billionaire

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by Lexxie Couper
 

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Thomas St Clair is used to getting exactly what he wants, when he wants it. So when a mysterious woman shows up at his door with his runaway dog and her presence drives away his writer’s block, he’s willing to put up with her secrets if it means she’ll stay around.

Mila Elderkin once had a promising career in journalism, until her dreams

Overview

Thomas St Clair is used to getting exactly what he wants, when he wants it. So when a mysterious woman shows up at his door with his runaway dog and her presence drives away his writer’s block, he’s willing to put up with her secrets if it means she’ll stay around.

Mila Elderkin once had a promising career in journalism, until her dreams were shattered by a rising star in the literary world. When fate lands her at that same man’s door years later, and he doesn’t recognize her, it seems she’s been offered a chance for a little fun. Mila’s not out for revenge, especially not once she starts to see the man beneath the persona. But the past has funny way of creeping into the present, and secrets don’t lie quiet forever.

Each book in the The Muse series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Series Order:
Book #1 The Stubborn Billionaire
Book #2 The Mistaken Billionaire

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781633759596
Publisher:
Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date:
06/05/2017
Series:
Muse Series , #2
Sold by:
Macmillan
Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
150
Sales rank:
51,668
File size:
2 MB

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The Mistaken Billionaire

The Muse Series


By Lexxie Couper, Heidi Shoham

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2017 Lexxie Couper
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-63375-959-6


CHAPTER 1

"I look like a slutty Jessica Rabbit."

Mila shot her rearview mirror a quick glance. Seriously, had she ever worn so much eye-makeup before?

Through the car's speaker, Josie laughed. "That's the point, sister of mine. Although, by definition, Jessica Rabbit is slutty."

"No, no." Mila grinned, navigating through the quiet Upper West Side — what was it with people in this part of New York and their crazy parking? "Jessica was misunderstood. Her heart belonged to her true love, Roger. Everything she did, she did for him."

"Mila, remind me again why you're not married with multiple babies by now? You're a soppy romantic by nature."

Mila rolled her eyes, weaving around the cars lined up along the tree-lined curb. "I don't have time for romance. And I have other more important things to spend my energy on. Speaking of which, remember the reason why I'm dressed like I am. Because you promised a percentage of your next ticket box sales will go to the laptop fund if I come to your party. I even put contacts in tonight, and you know how much I hate contacts."

"Yeah, yeah, I haven't forgotten." Glasses and china chinked and clinked in the background. "Although I still think it's sad the only reason you get dressed up is to raise money for a group of kids."

Mila scowled a little. One of these days, Josie would get it. She hoped. "Because these kids deserve access to laptops just as much as the rich kids in private schools do. And speaking of rich kids, are you sure you've sent me the correct address? Why are you having a wrap party in the Upper West Side?"

"The Upper? Mila, where are you? I didn't say Upper West Side. I said Lower East Side."

Lower ... "Are you ... Oh crap."

Gales of laughter filled her Hyundai. "Oh my God, sis. For a teacher, you are woeful at listening sometimes. Were you this bad when you were a journalist?"

"And that ends our conversation." Mila scrunched up her face and shook her head. Seriously? Josie was going to poke that old wound? "I'll see you when I get there, brat."

"Love you, sis." Kissing noises peppered the air. "See you soon."

Called ended, Mila shook her head again. Okay, first things first. Find a place to park, then check the address Josie had sent her, enter the new destination into her car's GPS and —

Something small and distinctly dog-shaped ran out in front of her.

"What the hell?" She hit the brakes. Hard.

The Hyundai's tires screeched. Her teeth clicked as the abrupt stop rattled her bones. In front of her car, the Boston Terrier wagged its tail at her and barked, a heartbeat before an oncoming car blasted its horn and sent the poor thing scampering away.

"Oh no." Mila scrambled out of her car.

The oncoming car sped past, its driver shouting something at her she ignored. The dog bolted up the road, tail between its legs.

She ran after it. Stopped, kicked off her stilettos, and ran again. Where did it go? Where did it —

"There." Her heart pounded fast in her throat. Slowing down, she approached the low, leafy bush on the edge of what looked like a small park.

The dog looked out at her from beneath the foliage, eyes wide and shining.

"Hey there, boy." She crouched, holding out her hand. "Are you a boy? I'm going to call you a boy until I know otherwise, okay?"

The dog yapped at her and cocked its head to the side.

"Are you lost?" She lowered herself onto her knees. Thank God, she'd eighty-sixed the fishnets Josie had sent with the dress. "I'm lost. Want to help me not be lost?"

The dog yapped again. The leaves behind it rustled. Tail wagging. A good sign. Now, if she could only rescue the damn thing before someone stole her car.

Inching forward on her knees, she lowered her hand. The bush snagged at her hair with a tug and scrape.

And there goes my do. What will Josie say about the way I look now?

A low chuckle bubbled from her and she smiled at the dog. "When my sister goes ballistic, I'm blaming —"

The dog launched itself at her.

"Hey!" She tumbled backward. Dull pain detonated in her ass as she hit the ground.

The dog leaped on her, licking at her face, long whip-like tail lashing at her knees.

"Okay, okay." She scooped it off her, laughing. "No kissing. Not until you've bought me dinner first."

Straightening to her feet, squirming dog tucked to her side, she brushed the grass and dirt off her butt. Josie was going to kill her. When it came to evening dresses, Josie was designer label all the way.

"Now, let's find out who you belong to, fella." She checked the tag hanging from the dog's collar. The dog, enthralled with the game, did its best to lick her hand and face.

Reaper

"What kind of person names a cute little Boston Terrier, Reaper?"

Reaper swiped his tongue up the side of her face.

She laughed, wiped at her cheek, and then read the rest of the tag. "Hmmm, whoever owns you needs to buy you a new tag. Some of the phone number is worn away, but the address ..." She frowned. Wasn't she already on the street listed on the tag? Or near it?

Snuggling the dog closer to her, she headed back to her car. "Let's get you home, Reaper."

Reaper yapped and whacked her ribs with his tail.

Thank God, no one had stolen her shoes or her car during the rescue. She tossed her heels onto the front passenger seat, gently placed the quivering, excited dog next to them, and then climbed behind the wheel.

"Just let me park legally." She grinned at Reaper as she put her Hyundai into gear. "Then we'll find out how far away from home you really are."

Reaper barked his approval.

And at the cars passing them as she navigated into the first spot she came upon.

And at the elderly couple walking arm-in-arm on the sidewalk, their smiles only for each other.

A pang of something tight shot through Mila's chest. Josie was right. She was a romantic. The notion of true love made her ache. But she was also pragmatic and a realist. True love was all well and good, but honestly? What were the chances she was going to find it?

Reaper bounced onto her lap when she killed the engine, mashing his muzzle against the window a few times even as he tried to lick her face at the same time.

She laughed, calming him down with a gentle pat. "I've got to give you points for enthusiasm, boy. Now, let's see if we can work this phone number out first."

She checked his tag again. The fourth digit could be a three or an eight. "Let's try three."

Three went to a woman who didn't own a dog, never owned a dog, and no way in hell would ever own a dog.

"Okay." Mila raised her eyebrows at Reaper. "Clearly not your owner. Let's try eight."

She dialed the numbers, scratching behind Reaper's ear.

"You've reached Thomas St. Clair," a deep smooth male voice stroked her ear through the connection. "Leave a message."

A chill razed her flesh, followed instantly by a rush of prickling heat.

She killed the call with a stab of her thumb, pulse pounding in her temples.

Thomas St. Clair. The dog was Thomas St. Clair's dog?

Of course. Who else would own an adorable, playful Boston Terrier and call it Reaper but St. Clair, the master of horror, the famous author notorious for being as enigmatic as his books were successful, a man who shied away from public attention and refused to ever give a serious answer when he was in the public eye.

Thomas St. Clair, the man responsible for the death of her journalism career.

The man who had changed her entire life without even once —

Reaper scrambled onto her lap and licked her face.

A shaky laugh fell from her. Did he sense she was unsettled? She scooped him up, gave him a gentle hug, and returned him to the passenger seat. Her heart raced. A hot lump sat low in her stomach.

"Thomas St freaking Clair."

Reaper let out a playful yap at her groan.

Entering the address on Reaper's tag into her car's GPS, she scratched behind his ears again. Could it be possible? Could Fate do this to her? Maybe she'd guessed the numbers wrong? After all, the tag was worn and scratched quite a bit.

Once again, Reaper barked, tail slapping the seat back.

Head spinning, she smiled at him. "I like you. If I had time for a dog, I'd get one like you. Maybe I should steal you from St. Clair? Revenge for how he treated me all those years —"

Reaper scurried onto her lap and licked her face.

She grinned, heart still thumping. "Thank you."

A little black and white checked flag popped up on the screen. "Okay, we are close. Only a block. Shall we walk or drive?"

Reaper yapped and whacked her with his tail.

"Walk it is. Let's go get you home, fella." She opened her door. "And give your owner a piece of my mind about your tag."

Oh boy, this was going to be ... interesting.


* * *

Hell. There was no going back now. The demon's blood flowed through his veins and he —

"He what?" Thomas St. Clair wriggled his fingers over the keyboard. "He tore apart? He burned? He ... he ..."

"Fuck. What did he do?" He wriggled his fingers again. Placed them on the keyboard and started typing.

He called his local Amway representative and ordered laundry detergent.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Ramming his middle finger to the delete key, he erased the ridiculous words. Amway representative. Was Amway even a thing these days?

"Note to self. Find out if Amway is a thing."

He stared at his computer, a hot pressure wrapping around his chest. Okay, time to get serious. It's not like the manuscript was due in a month or anything.

Oh, that's right. That was exactly when it was due. A glance at the word count at the bottom of the screen sent a cold lick through him.

Goddamn it. Sixty thousand words still to write. By his estimate. Probably more like seventy thousand, what with the way his protagonist was fucking about instead of getting on with things. How the hell was the plot going to progress if his goddamn golden-boy hero, fallen-angel protagonist refused to freaking — He shoved his chair backward as he straightened to his feet.

This wasn't getting him anywhere. Perhaps it was time to admit what he'd been avoiding for way too long now.

The words just weren't coming. Hadn't been coming. For a long time now.

Fuck.

Downstairs, his smartphone rang. And rang. And fell silent.

Glaring at his screen and the flashing cursor mocking him on it, he let out a rough breath. Drink. Food. Maybe a walk with Reaper. Or a run by himself. Something to clear his head. Perhaps he should buy a new car? Were there any Ferrari dealerships open at — he checked his watch — seven fifteen on a Friday night in the Upper West Side?

Hell. There was no going back now. The demon's blood flowed through his veins and he — The unfinished sentence taunted him. The world's most successful horror novelist. The man who'd first hit the New York Times bestseller list at eighteen.

"Fuck." He snagged his chair and dropped back onto it, rolled it closer to his desk, and placed his fingers on the keyboard again. "You can do this, St. Clair. You're a goddamn international sensation. You can finish this book. Or at least this goddamn sentence."

Hell. There was no going back now. The demon's blood flowed through his veins and he —

"Called his agent and informed her he was quitting and becoming a professional dog groomer instead." He pushed away from his desk, huffed at the absurd — and yet somehow appealing — sentence, and stormed from his office. Reaper would love it if he became a dog groomer.

Okay, so he would go buy a Ferrari and one of those mobile dog bath trailers and hit the streets. Good plan. After he got out of this tux and made himself a PBJ, that was.

He headed for his bedroom, tugging at the black tie knotted around his neck. No point in going to a dinner honoring him if he couldn't finish a simple sentence.

Darth Vader's theme from Star Wars wafted up the stairs from the living room, bringing him to a halt at his bedroom door. His agent. Had she been the one calling earlier? Why was she calling now? To remind him of the dinner? To ask how the words were going?

How were the words going? He shook his head, and hurried down stairs. Amazingly. Unbelievably. Best stuff he'd ever written.

Reaching his smartphone where it sat in its dock, he let out a dry laugh. "Yeah, I'm fucked."

Hell. There was no going back now. The demon's blood flowed through his veins, and he offered his agent thirty percent to forget he ever existed.

"Thomas St. Clair," he said into his phone, gut clenching. "Writer of words."

"Tommy," Shelby Newell — agent extraordinaire and sometimes-soulless ghoul — gushed through the connection. "I'm about to head into the Brooklyn-Battery tunnel so I'm sorry if I drop out, but I just wanted to check everything is good for this evening."

He flicked his computer monitor a look, inspecting his reflection on its dark surface. "I'm dressed. Just waiting for my date to get here and fix my tie."

"Excellent. Now about that" — static scratched his ear — "hope to sort it out soon."

"What was that?" He frowned. "Are you in the tunnel already?"

"Yes. Just a"— more static —"see if I can —"

The line died.

He frowned at his phone. Sort what out soon?

"Doesn't matter." He shook his head. "I'm not going anyway."

Cancel my date. He tapped out the text to Shelby. I'm staying in to write.

Write. Yeah, sure. Watch bad TV with Reaper, more like it. After buying the Ferrari and registering his dog grooming business. "Reaper?" His shout echoed around his house as he made his way to the kitchen. "How do you feel about becoming the spokesmutt for a business called Doggy Style?"

Doggy Style? He snorted. Man, he should be a writer.

"Reaper?"

Silence greeted his call. Frowning, he cocked his head, waiting for the distinct click-click of Reaper's claws on the polished floorboards.

"Reaper?"

No click-clicks. No happy yaps. No crashing of furniture.

His frown deepened. When was the last time he'd seen him? When his housecleaner was here? When was that? Over an hour ago?

He ground his teeth. "Goddamn it, the little bastard's got out a —"

His doorbell chimed.

Fuck.

He hurried down the stairs to the front door, yanking his undone bowtie free from around his neck. No words coming, a deadline looming, pretentious dinner he really didn't want to attend, and now his escape artist of a dog on the loose — again. Not the best Friday night he'd had, that's for certain.

"Maybe I shouldn't have cancelled my date." He wrapped his fingers around the doorknob. "Maybe we could have gone dog hunting together instead."

He opened the door wide. And forgot how to breathe.

"Is this your dog?"

He stared at the woman standing on the other side of his front door holding a squirming, panting, tail-wagging Reaper in her exquisite bare arms, her mesmerizing grey eyes full of consternation.

My God, she's stunning.

And familiar somehow. Or maybe that was just his sexual fantasies talking.

A shimmering blood-red dress hugged her tall, svelte body and delicious curves, its high hem revealing thighs that spoke of a love of good food, and an equal love of yoga, or running, or getting hot and sweaty in some form of exercise. Burnished copper-red hair tumbled around her face and shoulders in a mess of waves that only served to highlight how incredibly creamy her skin was. She was a picture of sexual perfection — a picture made even more sublime by the twigs and leaves clinging to strands of her hair and the dirty smudges on her knees.

She moves like smoke, following him, tracking him. Demon blood or no, the carnality of his reaction to her terrified him.

Thomas blinked. Words. Words in his head. Holy fuck, words. New words.

"You're early," he blurted. "And you have Reaper."

The sexual goddess frowned. "Early?"

"For dinner." He ran his gaze over her, taking her all in. Sex and sin and wicked thoughts and dirty deeds. That's what she was. When he'd asked Shelby to organize a plus-one for him for the dinner, he hadn't expected someone so ... so ...

"You are gorgeous."

The woman's eyebrows shot up. She hugged Reaper closer to her chest, causing the curve of her breasts to push up higher in the plunging neckline of her dress. "I'm sorry?"

"Gorgeous. Stunning. And perfect. But early." He glanced at his watch. "Thirty minutes early. No matter. You've returned Reaper and ..." Words and sentences flowed through his head. The grey fog shrouding his plot grew thin. The demon blood could make his fallen angel question everything. Rather than succumb, perhaps he could —

"I think you have me —"

He didn't let her finish. Instead, he grinned. "Come in. Come in. Let's get the dog out of your arms. Where was he? In the park down the road? He likes that park. There's a tree there he's particularly fond."


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn't stopped since. She's not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.

When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.

Contact Lexxie at lexxie@lexxiecouper.com, follow her on Twitter http://twitter.com/lexxie_couper or visit her at www.lexxiecouper.com where she occasionally makes a fool of herself on her blog.

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The Mistaken Billionaire 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
IreneC 20 days ago
4.5 stars The Mistaken Billionaire by Lexxie Couper was a sweet and very enjoyable read. From the first page I was hooked, I loved Mila's character and loved being in her head. It was fun watching Thomas and Mila together, they entertained me all throughout the book and loved how their relationship unfolded. From mistake in identity to the steamy lovers, these two were perfect for each other. And if you're like me and love dogs, you will love Reaper, Thomas's adorable dog. He added to my overall enjoyment and I couldn't get enough of him ;) The Mistaken Billionaire is a well written, entertaining and heartfelt read, and I highly recommend it.
Brigittehf 20 days ago
Beautifully portrayed What are the chances of accidently coming across someone that you have loathed for eight years? Is it fate? This is exactly what this novel is about. Thomas hit the headlines with a best selling novel which turned into a film, eight years ago when he was barely seventeen. He is now a billionaire and very much in demand. His childhood upbringing has taught him to keep everything close to his heart. Until now! Mila's dream of becoming a journalist ended after writing an article which had her fired when she was an intern. She is a teacher who works hard and no play. Deep down she is still resentful of the person and the reasons why, her dream came to an end. On her way to her sister's party one night, she finds a stranded dog and takes him back to his owner. None other than Thomas! She has the advantage of knowing who he is but he is clueless of her identity. He is rather taken by her and assumes that she is his escort to the dinner party being held in his honour. She plays along, thinking that this is an opportunity to have what she couldn’t all those years ago. An insight into his life! Upon seeing her, Thomas' writer's block vanishes and he is convinced that she is his muse. He makes an offer that she can't refuse as it will benefit the school. So she tells herself. The thing is that he loses his public persona when he is with her and she is more relaxed too. The chemistry between them is scorching and giving in is inevitable. She becomes more than his muse and, as she gets to know the "real" Thomas, she no longer wants revenge. He opens up to her but she holds on to her secret and when the truth comes out, it creates an emotional turmoil. It would appear that there have been misunderstandings all round. I like Mila's no nonsense attitude even though she is indecisive at times. Thomas is just lovable, despite his own quirks. The witty banters during their interactions would bring a smile to anyone's face. Their sexual interludes are intense and their feelings are palpable. This romance is well paced and beautifully portrayed. It's easy to read and addictive. I received a complimentary ecopy and the views expressed are my personal opinion.
astroyic 21 days ago
Sexy, Sweet and Fun! Excellent Read! I loved everything about it from the interesting characters and their interactions, their amazing chemistry and connection to all the fantastic details. The Mistaken Billionaire is the romantic ride of a lifetime. Lexie Couper created a world that is believable and compelling. I loved it, it kept my attention the entire time making me turn the page like a mad woman. I could not put it down and I didn't want too read this in one sitting. These two have a history. Eight years ago Thomas St. Clair blew M.E. Elderkin's journalism career away, everything she had been working towards her dream career with the New York Times a revered by-line finished, because of a article that she had eviscerated him in. They had never come face to face, he had been a no show for all their scheduled meeting so she took out her frustration and irritation in her article. He was a literary prodigy who was shaking up not only the publishing world but the film world with his first book becoming an box office record breaking film. When Mila almost runs over a adorable Boston terrier, on her way to a party, she calls the owner's phone number and finds out that Thomas St. Clair is the dogs owner. Could fate do this to her, was this her chance to give him a piece of her mind. Thomas St.Clair is stuck in a rut, unable to come up with words for his latest novel with a deadline looming in front of him. When a stunning red head shows up at his front door with his dog Reaper, he mistakes her as the paid escort his agent hired to go with him to a dinner in his honor. And words instantly start to flow inside his head. Sparks fly and their attraction is instant. The heat of their attraction is deliciously potent. Both of them are experiencing feelings that they have never had before. Will they figure out what these new feelings mean? Will Mila tell him who she is, and what he did to her life? What will Thomas do, if and when he finds out who she is? You need to read to find out. Loved it! Highly Recommended! Received a ARC through the author and voluntarily wrote an honest review.
moohnshine 21 days ago
I loved this book. This love story is a case of mistaken identity. Not a story that has been told often. Milla is a school teacher who's dreams were shattered 8 years ago by Thomas St Clair. Thomas is a very successful horror author. Their paths cross when Milla almost runs over his dog Reaper. She takes the dog back to the address listed and finds his owner is her enemy Thomas. Thomas mistakes her for his date and she goes with it. This story was exciting and fun. The chemistry between the two characters was very strong. The story was smooth and steady paced. The author had a wonderful plot that was well executed. She developed her characters and had a lot of fun with her story. I loved all the characters in the book, especially the sassy sarcastic Aussie. I could not put this book down. I was captivated from the first chapter. Since this is the second in the series, I need to read the first. :) This author will be added to my reads list in the future. I am a new fan.
BookReview4you 21 days ago
The Mistaken Billionaire' by Lexxie Couper is book Two in the "Muse" series. This is the story of Thomas St Clair and Mila Elderkin. I have not yet read the other book so for me this was easily a standalone book. Mia is on her way to her sister's party but a dog comes running out and she almost hits him. So Mila sees that the name tag on the dog has a nearby address, so she goes to return the dog. When she knocks on the door she sees Thomas on the other side. Thomas thinks she is his hired company escort to a business function. So he is quickly taken by her beauty and how she somehow has started to get his mind thinking again. Thomas thinks that may Mila is his 'Muse' and that she can help end his writing block that he has been suffering with. Although he thinks she looks familiar he can't place were but she says they have never met. Mila is shocked that it is actual Thomas that opens the door and is the dogs owner. Although Thomas hasn't yet remembered her she knows him. About eight years ago Mila was an intern and was promised a full time journalist job if she could get the up and coming writer Thomas St Clair to give a interview to her. But he avoided her and the interview so she wrote something else about him which in turn caused Thomas to have her fired. So now Mila is a teacher who is still somewhat upset about his part in her loosing her job. "My honest review is for a special copy I voluntarily read."
OpheliaOA 22 days ago
I was given this ARC by NetGalley for an exchange for an honest review. I was hooked from the very beginning. Mila and Thomas relationship might have started as a misunderstanding but it soon became more. Yes, Mila was only with Thomas to be his muse and to get him to pay for the laptops for her students but as she got to know the real Thomas St. Clair she started to fall for him little by little. They both hurt each other when they were younger and starting out in their careers but as adults they both learned to forgive each other because at the end love conquers all. A must read!
Bette313 22 days ago
Loved this one! It's very well done. Great characters, pace, and writing made for an enjoyable read. Thomas is a writer dealing with a serious case of writer's block. When Mila knocks on his door he assumes it's the date his assistant set up for him for the charity event he needs to attend. Really she's only there to return his dog. If she had known who lived at the house she probably would never have knocked. They have a bit of ugly history between them and although he's never actually met Mila, she knows if she tells him her last name he will immediately know who she is and probably through her out. Thomas is taken with her though and off to the event they go. Before long the idea's for his book are bouncing around in his head and he's convinced Mila is his muse. So he hires her to just hang around with him. When things begin to get serious Mila has to decide whether to tell him who she is or let him find out after his book is done. Don't miss this one, it's a great read. I highly recommend it.
Linda__ 22 days ago
LOVED this book! Mila is a former aspiring journalist and current school teacher driving to meet her sister at a party when a dog darts in the road. She stops to get the dog and looks at the owner information on his collar and is let to Thomas's door...the very same Thomas the writer that crushed her dreams and almost destroyed her. Thomas is on his way to a party where he is being honored and thinks that Mila is the paid escort there as his date. So, lots of mistaken identity that the author has set up in the telling of this delightful story. I loved the characters and felt connected to them. Their flaws made them seem more real. This novel had me turning pages just as quickly as possible. If you enjoy contemporary romance, you will love this book. It's the first book I've read by this author, but it won't be the last. I don't know how I've missed her prior books, but that deficit will be corrected as I work my way through her back list. She's going on my must read authors' list
Lashea677 23 days ago
A case of curiosity starts with deceit and turns into a complication. The Mistaken Billionaire is up for interpretation. Mila is a woman who had it all, until the tide changed and left her with regrets. Thomas is the man who derailed her promising career. Now brought together by chance, Mila has to decide if she's willing let go of the hurt or continue to harbor the resentment. Ms. Couper set to creating a story that is tough to navigate, but hard to walk away from. Is this a story of revenge or of a second chance? Only a reader will know.