I’m going to ruin Sienna Roberts.
Ruthless? Maybe. But it’s what’s put me on top. And it’s what’s going to help me get revenge on the woman who put my family through hell.
My plan has been in play for months. She has no idea I’m the mysterious benefactor commissioning her artwork, or that the downfall in store for her will be the end of her career.
But there’s something I didn’t plan for—the way her smile and touch starts to make me forget all I blame her for…
Each book in the The Muse series is a standalone story that can be enjoyed out of order.
The Stubborn Billionaire
The Mistaken Billionaire
The Irredeemable Billionaire
About 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.
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The Stubborn Billionaire
A Muse Novel
By Lexxie Couper
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2017 Lexxie Couper
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"Three and a half thousand dollars?" Sienna Roberts gripped her phone tighter and stared hard at the large white canvas before her. Calm down. Just calm down. One, two, three, four —
"Then there is the issue of the girl's broken wrist." The prissy male voice on the other end of the line shattered any chance of keeping her poise. "Zachary is responsible for that as well, and her parents are threatening legal action."
Oh, I bet they are.
She rubbed at her closed eyes with her free hand. Who wouldn't think of suing when the target was the son of Platinum Joe, a man once the country's most successful and outlandish talent agent? They probably thought they'd be tapping a gold mine.
She opened her eyes and let out a slow breath. "I know my brother isn't himself at the moment" — she struggled to keep her voice calm — "but he's not normally aggressive." She focused on the pristine canvas before her. She seriously needed to regain control of her emotions. Not an easy task. Not when the predominate thought in her head was, I'm gonna kill him. Was her petulant half brother or reprobate father the walking corpse? At this point in time, Sienna conceded that either would suffice. "Are you sure Zach was involved in the fight?"
A snooty sniff came through the connection. What did Mr. Fenchurch look like? Clearly, he was one of those men who considered being the principal of an elite private school more important and worthy than being Mother Teresa. Definitely small in stature, receding hairline, uptight bowtie, and socks held up by suspenders ... "Zachary is absolutely responsible," Mr. Fenchurch blustered. Damn, was the very notion of Zach's possible innocence tantamount to heresy? "He admitted to starting the fight. In fact, he boasted about it."
She rubbed her eyes again. Oh, Zach. What am I going to do with you? "Why didn't you call me when this happened? Surely I should have been informed straight away. Three hours after the event seems a little strange."
A long pause stretched through the connection. "Zachary informed us you weren't available. He said you were posing for a ... ahem, a Playboy photo shoot."
She almost dropped her phone. "A what?"
That's it, Zach. You're dead.
"It is of no consequence, Ms. Roberts," Fenchurch hurried on, embarrassment clear in his thin voice. "The Point School is not here to judge the family of our students. We are here to educate the children of our community's finest citizens. We are here to shape and mold our country's future leaders. I'm sure you can understand Zachary has no place in such an environment. I'm afraid I had no choice but to expel him and send him home. We will not accept antisocial behavior on our grounds, regardless of the situation."
She blew a puff of frustrated breath into her fringe. The situation. It always came back to the situation. The famous father with a major gambling addiction in jail for embezzlement, the trophy-wife stepmother dead from a heroin overdose, the estranged daughter lumped with her father's exorbitant legal bills — how that happened, she still couldn't work out. She had, after all, wiped her hands of her father over eight years ago. Plus, there was the extremely spoiled and overindulged half brother sent to live with her, intent on making life hell for everyone, and next to no money coming in because her once prosperous art career had seemingly gone the way of the dodo. That was the situation.
Add to that no social or sex life to speak of, and now a bill for 3,500 dollars to replace a musical instrument Zach didn't even play, along with the threat of more costly court bills she couldn't afford, and Sienna felt pretty damn miserable. This was just not her year.
She snorted. Hey, at least now I have a legitimate reason for sending Zach to a public school. If nothing else, no more ridiculously expensive monthly tuition fees, right?
The depressing memory of the broken violin and broken wrist came back to her, and she sighed into her fringe again. "Is there any way we can work this out?"
"Absolutely." The condescension in his voice made her teeth ache. "Pay the three and a half thousand dollars and contact your solicitor." Another one of those deliberate pauses followed, and then the man continued, his thin voice no longer prissy but snide. "May I suggest, however, you don't use the same man who represented your father?"
Hot anger yanked Sienna out of her self-pity. "Thank you for that advice, Mr. Fenchurch. And may I suggest you remember exactly where my father is at this moment. Annoying the daughter of an inmate of Long Bay Jail isn't overly smart. I've met some of his new associates, and they would delight in making your acquaintance, I'm sure. In fact, Steel-bar Tony is due for parole tomorrow. Perhaps I can give him your number?"
"Uh ... uh ..."
Not so snide or prissy now, are you, Fenchurch? "Now, if you'll excuse me," she put a wide smile in the dismissal, "Hugh Hefner himself is supervising the photo shoot. Have a good day."
She killed the call halfway through Fenchurch's flustered but, but, but.
"Damn you, Zach." She tossed her phone onto a nearby chair and stormed around the various easels and drawing boards in her small studio, clenching and unclenching her fists. "Damn you."
Stopping once more in front of the large blank canvas, she studied its untouched purity. Over the next six weeks, she'd planned to transform it into a portrait that would, hopefully, win her the Barton National Portrait Prize and elevate her once flourishing career to a wider public level. Now, however, it was likely to stay a blank square of white. The money required to enter the prestigious art contest, pay for materials and framing, plus entertain a prominent Australian figure while they sat for her had just disappeared in one phone call.
She dragged her hands through her hair and stared at the canvas. She didn't know who she was angrier with — Zach, her father, Mr. Fenchurch, or herself. What the hell was she to do now?
It didn't help that neither she nor Zach had received any normal kind of upbringing. Zach had been raised by a series of nannies hired more for their bust size than their parental skills. Their father had done him no favors by giving him whatever he wanted and never disciplining him, while his mother had spent every day in a drug-induced haze until the night she'd drowned in their guitar-shaped swimming pool. Great role model there.
She shook her head and crossed to her drawing board. At least her mother had tried to instill some morals in Sienna. However, she'd been fourteen when her parents divorced. The subsequent custody dispute for which she was the prize had ended months later when her mother died in a car accident. Joseph Roberts had turned to the first in his series of voluptuous nannies to raise his daughter and Sienna's life had become somewhat surreal.
Which left her in a disadvantaged position with Zach now. She was twenty-six years old and attempting to raise an angry, sad, and moody fifteen-year-old boy without a clue how. But as long as their dad was in jail — four years and six months, if he made parole — that's exactly what she was going to do. Somewhere in amongst the war zone, she'd try to rebuild her struggling art career.
What career? With the exception of mysterious businessman Mason Xavier, my work seems to be the artistic equivalent of Ebola.
Staring at the drawing board, she chewed on her bottom lip. How things had changed. Only six months ago, her work was beginning to gain respect, curators were approaching her about exhibiting her paintings, she was beginning to make ends meet, and then ... nothing. Buyers vanished, dried up. No one seemed interested. Apart from Xavier.
Perhaps it was time to cash in on her father's fame and notoriety? People would buy anything if it was attached to such a famous — infamous — public figure, and her dad definitely fell into that category.
Damn, that was a depressing thought. Had things sunk that —
Someone knocked on her studio door. She shot a quick glance at her watch.
Since when had Carrie ever been early? Especially for an afternoon of chocolate-biscuits therapy? She wasn't due for another half an hour.
Another more-insistent knock came. "Okay, okay." She glared at the empty canvas one more time before crossing the room, grabbing the doorknob, and pulling the door open. "Keep your pants ..."
Icy shock froze Sienna. Her words died in her throat. Her mouth turned to dust.
The tall man with impossibly broad shoulders and thick black hair on her doorstep smiled, eyes sharp. "On?"
"What are you doing here?"
James Dyson, ruthless billionaire, media mogul, Time Australia's Businessman of the Year, and the last man Sienna ever wanted to see again, slid his hands into his hip pockets. The firm muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed under his tailored designer suit, and Sienna's pulse leaped away on a little excited masochistic trip at the sight. Stupid pulse. "I'm here to see you, Ms. Roberts."
She raised her eyebrows, ignoring her gallivanting pulse. Getting excited over James Dyson was foolish. Getting excited over him again was just plain idiocy. "Is that right?" She crossed her arms over her breasts, staring him down. "If I remember correctly, only six months ago you told me never to come near or speak to a member of the Dyson family again. You seem to be breaking your own commandment."
Dark, dark brown eyes studied her, and then James shrugged. "A man can change his mind."
"The Dyson men don't change their minds." She narrowed her eyes. "You're famous for it."
An evil dimple appeared in his left cheek. "There are other ... things ... we're famous for, Sienna. Don't you want to find out what they are?"
His voice played with her senses, smooth and tantalizing like whiskey and honey. Swallowing a sudden flush of hot excitement, she met his dark stare.
The first time they'd been this close, he'd offered to buy her a drink. They'd flirted — her with an unschooled hesitancy, him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Only when he'd found out who she was — twenty minutes into their playful and very mutual romantic advances — did their flirtation end.
The last time they'd been this close, he'd refused her entry to his brother's funeral, his eyes unreadable, his jaw clenched, his words cutting and cruel.
He was the embodiment of everything she despised — money, power, greed. Getting excited in his presence was not only insane, it was admitting to the Devil her soul was up for grabs. "What I want, Mr. Dyson, is for you to leave. I'm expecting someone."
A thick black eyebrow cocked. "Is he running late?"
"No. She isn't."
He ran his gaze over her body from head to toe in a languid inspection, taking in her old cropped tank top, paint-splattered boy-leg panties, and bare feet. Heat flushed through her cheeks at the realization she'd answered the door in her underwear, thinking the person on the other side was Carrie. It didn't help that she remembered without any problem the compliment he'd paid her about her free-spirited nature to clothing during that first meeting. "I see," he said. "Kinky."
Heavy innuendo threaded through the word. Her temper flared again. "No, you don't see. She is my best friend. Not that I have to explain my actions to you. Now, if you'll excuse me ..." She flicked a pointed look over his shoulder at the street behind him.
A lazy grin pulled at James's lips, and he stepped inside, reaching for the door and swinging it shut without removing his stare from her face.
"What are you doing?"
He closed the distance between them with a single stride, dominating the space around her. "Changing my mind."
"At this very moment, the state of my trousers."
A slow grin stretched lips that more than once had featured in her deluded, idiotic fantasies. "I'm reconsidering keeping them on. If I recall correctly, we once decided undressing each other would be a fabulous idea."
"Are you kidding?" She planted her hands on her hips. "That was before we knew who each other was. When we thought we were ..."
She trailed off, her heart racing.
Were what? Possible one-night stands? Potential lovers?
"I haven't forgotten the night I first met you, Sienna." His gaze moved to her lips. "I remember it very well."
She narrowed her eyes. She remembered it with vivid clarity as well, but she wasn't going to let the memory — and its tormenting pang for what could have been — affect her now.
Not now. Not after what he'd said to her at Clinton's funeral. "Listen, Mr. Dyson. I don't give a rat's bum if you are the richest man in Sydney. I don't like the game you're playing." Anger coursed through her. Anger and confusion and excitement all jostling to take control of her response. Yeah, she remembered this sensation. One she only experienced when she was around him, damn it. "And, after the last time we met, I sure as hell don't like you."
He studied her face with enigmatic contemplation, standing so close to her his heat caressed her bare limbs. His subtle aftershave filled every breath she pulled. Threaded into her being. Unsettled her. She remembered the way he smelled without any trouble. It still teased her in her dreams, the ones she never wanted to admit to having.
But right now, it was his eyes sending her pulse racing. They were the same color as his younger brother's, as dark as rich chocolate with the same midnight lashes framing them. Unlike Clinton's, which had been warm and full of laughter, James's were hard and unflinching. Arrogant.
Here was a man used to dominating people. Used to getting his way. If she were to look into their dark depths for too long, she feared she would crumble under the sheer strength of his will. She'd once seen laughter in those eyes, and playful but undeniable interest. And then he'd discovered who she was, and that interest had turned to something ... else.
Hot butterflies stirred in her stomach. She swallowed. There was no damn way she could deny how sexy she still found him. That fact had not changed since their first meeting, no matter how much she wished it had. But she wasn't stupid, and believing James Dyson was at her home for any other reason than to bring her misery was just plain lunacy.
Taking a step backward, she glared at him. "Any time you want to leave ..."
He grinned again, his lips parting to reveal perfect white teeth, the deep crease in his cheek returning. Why the hell did her body have to react at that grin? "I'm not going anywhere, Sienna." He dipped his head lower to hers, as if to share a secret. "I've decided it's time I reacquaint myself with my brother's muse. To see if you inspire me the way you did him." And with that, he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her against him.
He slipped his hand under her tank and smoothed it down the curve of her hip. A spark of wicked electricity passed through her, and she sucked in a sharp breath, her pulse pounding. She'd remembered this as well, what it was like to be touched by him.
In the brief moment they'd shared flirting at Clinton's exhibition opening — before Clinton arrived and introduced them to each other — they'd brushed fingers over arms, backs of hands, hips, more than once. Back then, the simple contact electrified her.
Even after their second — and last — meeting at Clinton's funeral, she'd been unable to banish the memory of those playful caresses. But this ... His hand on her bare hip ... His warm skin against hers ... It was so much more consuming. So much more intoxicating.
James moved his head closer to hers. "Clint told me your skin truly is softer than silk." The low murmur played with her sanity. "I see he didn't exaggerate."
He slid his hand farther down her hip and over the curve of her bottom to cup her right butt cheek, drawing her closer to him with a slight tug.
She didn't resist. She didn't want to. Was she really that stupid?
His corded thigh deftly parted her legs, his powerful gaze keeping her captive as he pulled their bodies closer together.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Lexxie's writing as always is spot on and terrific! Loved this story and wish there was more of it. It's my only overall complaint about her work, it's so good, I wish it was LONGER! It's not a short story or a novella by any means, but in depth back story would be fun and intriguing to read. Loved the HEA and as always, look forward to reading more from this amazing Author from down under!
Quick easy read but not without its pitfalls. Revenge is always a matter of viewpoint. This time viewpoints changed and the fire burning for revenge just may need recitations. His plan was in place. His mind set for the kill. He had every detail accounted for. Or so he thought. He never counted on Sienna not being what he thought she was. He never counted on her smile. Her story. Her charm. Her allure. Steamy passion, fiery anger, twist & turns, lavish luxury, spoiled siblings, dead siblings, pointing fingers, and more. There was a lot here to keep you engaged in the world of wealth, power, privilege, and revenge. It all does not turn out how its planned to. Looking for a read that will captivate you, engage your senses, keep you on your toes, pick up The Stubborn Billionaire.
4 stars The Stubborn Billionaire by Lexxie Couper was a very good read. The storyline enjoyable, the characters Sienna and James were passionate, stubborn and had amazing chemistry. Watching them come together and work through their insecurities kept me turning the pages. Overall, The Stubborn Billionaire was a quick, steamy and entertaining read. A good start to the The Muse series by Lexxie Couper.
I do enjoy a great billionaire/millionaire story once in a while and this one fits the bill. After all, being a bit eccentric and over the top has its moments. Plus, revenge has a way of biting you when you least expect it. Dyson has a plan and that plan does not include falling for Sienna but when the heat starts turning up, the story gets hot! When he gets to know Sienna, he knows he is screwed. She is not what he expected! In fact, he gets a bit possessive of her.... With anger and passion running together, you get caught up in this steamy story. Some twists and turns, and a great character in Sienna's step-brother, lead you through this heated book. Easy to read and get sucked into. I enjoyed it greatly! **** 1 annoyance for me.... Shortening her name to Si just did not work. Every time I saw it, I had to figure out how to say it in my head. Si - sigh? or See? Ugh... both ruin a beautiful name.
There's a fine line between love and hate. And this one was hot, lustful, and animalistic. Sienna and James were severely hot for each other, but had only hostile feelings for each other. Their story was carnal , yet gentle. Eager, yet patient. I so enjoyed their chemistry. They were explosive physically and sexually, but connected on a deeper level. Her brother was great side character and brought funny and sarcastic moments to the story. His developing relationship with Sienna was very sweet -they had each other's backs. That was a great bonus to the story. Have a smile ready for the ending. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Enter expletives here. James Dyson, power media mogul, ruthless, extremely unforgiving and hell bent on vengeance for the death of his brother. His target the quiet, talented, somewhat reclusive artist Sienna Roberts. Sienna grew up the child of a wealthy, powerful father whose illegal activities landed him in jail, saddled her with his debt and a 15 year old half brother who is a stranger to her. She walked away from that life at 18 when she saw the destructive power of money. For her, living simply and creating is all she needs. Now faced with raising this difficult boy, mounting debt and lack, her life takes another twist when James Dyson, the man who refused her entry to his brother's funeral shows up at her door with demands. Little does she know, he's setting in motion his long laid out plan to humiliate her and dump her. He's been watching and studying her for 6 months, things don't really add up, but he moves forward anyway. (Karma James, karma) She's very resistant at first and then he wheedles his way in and their is no getting around the chemistry these two have. As much as she dislikes herself for being drawn to him, she can't help it. And James, starting to see that perhaps he may have misjudged this woman in front of him. There are some great twists and turns in the story and it's really well written. I had the love to hate you thing going with James, from beginning to end. He was so well written. I loved Sienna, for who she was and what she held back, not needing to defend herself for her life or choices. The book is a page turner and the story is riveting. It's a great story about those who pass judgement and what happens when they do. (Just the facts, Jack). Great book, add it to your need to read list. Great book Lexxie!! **advanced reader copy from NetGalley and Entangled in exchange for a fair review**
I voluntarily reviewed this book from Netgalley in exchange for a honest review. This book was a fun ,fast enjoyable read .I liked the title, good choice.
Okay, I have to admit to you all that I'm not ordinarily a fan of the billionaire/millionaire romance genre as a whole. I just typically can't get into them for some reason, but I do occasionally read them and find a gem worthy enough to note to you all. So I'm happy to report that The Stubborn Billionaire was definitely one of them! I thoroughly enjoyed this book more than I expected, guys. But then again, I should have anticipated that given the fact that Lexxie is one of my favorite authors who never ever disappoints me. Trust me when I say that this enemies to lovers book was perfectly witty, downright sexy, and it had just the right amount of romance to make me believe that Sienna and Dyson fell hard and fast for one another. The situation between them is a complex one given the secrets and deception going on, but the chemistry is undeniable and these two opposites definitely attract. Overall, The Stubborn Billionaire has made me rethink my stance on the billionaire romance genre as a whole, and I find myself looking forward to more of her books in this Muse series. So bring it on Lex, because I'm eagerly anticipating that next book and I do so hope it will be with the delicious Thomas St. Claire!
What started out as a plan for revenge quickly changes as James Dyson really gets to know the woman he blames for his brother's death. Sienna Roberts is nothing like the woman Clinton described to him as a gold digger and a user. In fact she seems to be the complete opposite. Now he's really intrigued by her and won't stop until he finds out exactly who the real Sienna Roberts is. This was a great read with fantastic writing and characters. I would absolutely recommend this book to everyone.
James Dyson is looking for revenge. His brother committed suicide after a woman broke his heart, and James believes he's got to deliver justice. Sienna Roberts, an up and coming artist is the woman in question and he's got a plan to destroy her one step at a time. It doesn't matter that the first time they met, before they knew who each other was, the sizzling attraction between them was the most real reaction he'd had to a woman in months. Sienna is keeping things together one day at a time. Her father is in jail, a once wealthy man who owes money to disreputable characters, and her teenaged half brother is struggling, living with her reluctantly while going to school. The only thing keeping them financially afloat is the commissions for erotic paintings she's been getting from a mysterious benefactor. When James Dyson, billionaire businessman shows up on her door with orders from her benefactor to paint a portrait of him, she's stunned. The last time she saw James was when he turned her away from his brother's funeral. With no choice but to accept, Sienna agrees. James's plan to get revenge hits a snag when he finds that Sienna is nothing like his brother described, making him question his plans. But as these two draw closer together, will the secrets that come to light break everything apart? I love a good enemies to lovers romance! James thinks he knows everything about Sienna from the one sided tale told to him by his frankly mentally unstable brother and has his plan in motion almost right away. When his brother initially left the family fold to become an artist, no one supported his choice, and it's the guilt he feels about that, and his brother's subsequent suicide that make James believe he must do something to atone for it. Ruining the woman who destroyed his brother seems the best choice. Of course it's not long before he realizes that he's made a mistake and Sienna is nothing at all like he thought. Sienna is a great female character – compassionate and patient with her teenaged half brother who has been thrown into her custody, competent and talented as an artist and a fiery and passionate woman. She'd rather have nothing to do with James, a man who pushes all her buttons but who is off-limits because of the awful circumstances surrounding his brother's death. She still feels the pain of that, her one-time friend having much stronger feelings for her than she realized and her rejection of him leading him on a destructive path. But the chemistry between her and James is too strong, and it's not long before neither of them can resist diving headlong into an affair. Some of the story is predictable. Obviously Sienna is going to find out about James's plan at some point and the consequences of that are going to affect them both (and that's going to lead to grovelling on the part of James, the best part!). But even knowing where the plot is heading, the story is a very enjoyable read. I liked the interaction of Sienna and her brother (who came across as a very realistic teenager). James's character, despite all his bluster has a gentler and protective side too, so while he's mostly got the alpha male thing going on, there are some scenes that belie that and make him all the more attractive to Sienna (and the reader). All in all, it's a great story for the Indulgence line with some super sexy scenes, an entertaining plot, and interested and conflicted characters that find their way to a happy ending.
THE STUBBORN BILLIONAIRE (The Muse Series) by Lexxie Couper NG Nothing was going right for Sienna Roberts. Her dad is in jail, her younger brother just got expelled from school, she has no social life, and her art career is going nowhere: there is only one person who buys all her paintings: the mysterious Mason Xavier. And what is billionaire James Dyson doing on her doorstep now? Six months before, James and Sienna had shamelessly flirted, then he told her he never wanted to see her again. James’ late brother Clinton had been a good friend of Sienna’s; did James overreact because of Clinton? After Clinton died, James blamed Sienna and vowed he would avenge his brother, and that meant destroying Sienna by any means possible. He’ll even use the insane sexual attraction he still feels for Sienna. Sienna might have thought something could develop with James, but after the way he treated her, she hates him. If only she didn’t want to jump his bones. It’s complicated. Let’s get a few things out of the way: I’m not especially crazy about billionaires, and I don’t like revenge tropes, but this is the amazing Lexxie Couper we’re talking about! And dear me, are those two people ever angry, or what! They hate each other, they want each other. The first half of the book is filled with rage, guilt, confusion, and crackling sexual tension, and Ms. Couper can convey all these emotions like no one. Lexxie Couper is a stupendously talented writer at all times, but man, James and Sienna were so angry and confused, but at least, they were both able to admit that they were behaving irrationally. Without giving away any spoilers, I couldn’t totally understand why James seemed to suddenly forget the real reason why he wanted to destroy Sienna, even before hearing her side of the story; I didn’t feel his justification was sufficient. I am not the forgive-and-forget type, and it wasn’t easy for me to accept Sienna’s change of heart. I must also say that, strangely enough, my favourite character was Zach, Sienna’s 15-year old brother. He feels so real, I was nearly looking over my shoulder to see if he was hovering about. Every line of dialogue is superlatively well written, and again Zach’s lines were the best. I think it’s too bad that the character is only 15, because I would be clamouring for his story! Lexxie Couper’s spectacularly eloquent and vivid writing style shines brighter than the sun! I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book.
Ms. Couper pulled a fast one. I went into this story knowing that I was going to dislike James and I came out even more intrigued by him. That are various layers to both James and Sienna that are hard to endure but kept me enraptured all the same. What neither understands is there is no black and white when it comes to the heart. That gray area almost always wins. The Stubborn Billionaire is a complex story that begins with revenge and ends with love.