The Shameless Billionaire Series
Books 1-4
An Alpha-Male, Billionaire, Bad Boy, Bad Girl, Romance
By Michelle Love
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Table of Contents
The Shameless Billionaire Series Book 1: Collision Course
The Shameless Billionaire Series Book 2: Casanova’s Coach
The Shameless Billionaire Series Book 3: Game Changer
The Shameless Billionaire Series Book 4: The Finish Line
When Billionaires Collide An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Preview of Hot Nights in Sturgis The Series Books 1 &2
Hot Nights in Sturgis Part 1: The Billionaire Bad Boy Meets His Angel
Hot Nights in Sturgis Part 2: Angel Shows Her Billionaire Whose Boss
Mallory: Torment Me (Billionaire Romance Book 1)
Mallory: Touch Me (Billionaire Romance Book 2)
Series Description
Jason Brennan- (Our Billionaire) sees a woman from his past at a charity event. Brittany Caldwell- She’s less than happy to see him as they had dated off and on when she was in high school, he’s five years older than she is, but he was a player.
She’s impressed to see he’s made something of himself when she finds him at the event and he’s all billionaired out. Tux and handsome as ever.
She has no idea he’s the inventor of an app that allows the user to track their multiple love interests. You input all of their information so you can keep them straight. And by adding the app to their cell phone without them knowing, of course, it gives you little pointers when you put in that your about to meet up with them.
It reminds you of things you found out about them. Their favorite flower, color, age. Pretty much any detail you need to recall about them.
It also will give you a signal that sounds like a text is coming in when another love interest is closing in on you so that you have ample time to move your situation to another location. It gives you the details about what direction they’re coming in from and their estimated time of arrival.
It’s called the Polyamory Handler (PH) for short. It was designed for people who like to have more than one relationship going at a time and prefer to keep them secret. And the little app has made him rich.
He’s just turned thirty-five and the lifestyle he’s led so far is a thing he sees himself always wanting. That’s until he sees her again.
He hasn’t seen her since she graduated from high school. She moved off to go to college and neither ever returned to their small hometown. She’s made quite a bit of money on her own. She made a little over a million in the last year.
She’s a graphic designer and does tons of bestselling book covers and album covers. And she’s beginning to dabble in cinematography doing some small special effects scenes for movies using her skills as a graphic design artist.
Because of her involvement with him in her younger years, she thinks all men are serial cheaters and none can be trusted. She’s kept them all at arms-length, only using them when she needs a bit of action and getting serious with no one.
When he tells her why he’s rich, she’s not surprised and tells him he is the master at that after all. And notes in her mind, she wants nothing to do with him romantically anymore.
The two had great chemistry in their early school days and both feel it again, but she’s grown and not into games. At least not with him. The truth is she’s played her fair share of games with men since he taught her how to so well. She tells him she must’ve not been made to be loved and have the normal relationship thing.
When she tells him that it makes him feel bad.
For the first time ever, he feels bad about what he’s doing.
He finds himself wanting to fix it for her and show her that she can be loved.
He makes a vow to himself to get back in her life and show her she’s very loveable, only she’s not about to let him in.
He has to work hard to get her to even let him take her to dinner. And after a few drinks and the romantic atmosphere, she gives into his advances. But only for the one night and she lets him know that before-hand.
The next night she gets a date with another man to go to an awards show where she’s up for a special effects award. It’s on television and when he sees it, he’s livid she didn’t ask him to go with her.
They go back and forth with her saying they have nothing real and him falling more and more in love with her all the time. She is too but won’t admit it as she thinks he’ll do what he’s always done and mess around. She thinks he’s incapable of being a one-woman man.
But as she goes on dates with other men, she finds herself comparing them to him all the time and wishes he would settle down with her.
They both use condoms all the time as that’s a must when you have many sexual partners. She gets a pregnancy scare and tells him about it and laughs as she’s telling him about it.
He tells her if he was to have a kid with anyone he’d want it to be her. She tells him she doesn’t want to raise a kid alone. Her mother had to when her dad ran off and she doesn’t want that for any kid of hers.
His wheels start turning and he asks her to marry him to which she laughs and tells him no way in hell.
He digs in his heels and tells her they should move in together and give it a trail run. She’s sure he’ll really want out once he has to live with someone, a thing he’s never done. So she takes him up on the offer and moves into his mansion with him.
She gives him the real deal with living with a woman and amps it up as if they’d been married ten years, letting all her ways hang out and even going overboard with many of the things married couples gripe about.
Instead of freaking out and bailing he finds himself feeling very comfortable and knowing she’s the one for him. He takes her to Spain and asks her to marry him. She’s surprised and knows she loves him and wants to take the chance he won’t screw her over.
She accepts and he’s over the moon. Except when they get back she sets up a little test for him and gets a friend of hers he doesn’t know to come on to him and see if he tells her he’s engaged.
Only he overhears her on the phone and is pissed by her distrust. So when the woman comes around he flirts and acts as if he does want to go out with her, never mentioning that he’s engaged.
The only thing is, it’s not the right woman and when his girl catches him talking to her she loses it and throws his ring at him and disappears.
He has to search and search for her. Then he sees that she’s managed to secretly install his own app on his phone and she’s tracking him. So he leaves his phone at home and manages to find her at her home.
There he confronts her about knowing about the set up and he’s sorry it was the wrong woman but he loves her untrusting ass and wants to marry her and have a family. He’s never wanted anything more.
She feels awful for setting him up like that and tells him they should move the wedding up as they already have their marriage license. So they go and get married by a justice of the peace and finally, live happily ever after.
The Shameless Billionaire Series
Book 1
Collision Course
An Alpha-Male, Billionaire, Bad Boy, Bad Girl, Romance
ByMichelle Love
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Betrayal. Lust. Longing.
Jason Brennan is a self-made billionaire who invented an app to help keep track of multiple love interests.
Brittany Caldwell is a graphic design artist who’s managed to become a billionaire herself through the creation of award winning book covers.
The two share a history as they were once young lovers, but Jason’s philandering ways broke the young couple up and each went the opposite direction of monogamy.
A chance meeting in New York at a charity event has Jason’s sights set right back on the only woman he’s ever loved. Only Brittany wants nothing to do with the heartbreaker.
When Jason steals away his old love from a man she picked up to make him jealous, he makes her an offer. Give him a chance to prove he can be faithful to only her and he’ll make all of her dreams come true.
But can Brittany put the past behind her and give the man who turned her into a cold-hearted woman the chance to not only redeem himself but also heal old wounds in them both. Or will she take him back only so she can hurt him the way he hurt her so many times? Get ready to enter the world of a couple of shameless billionaires as they collide and start an explosive story you won’t soon forget…
Chapter 1
JASON
Outside a storm is raging in the city of New York. I’m not outside, though. I’m inside of the prestigious Tribeca Rooftop at a charity event for the Humane Society.
I love dogs. So when I was asked to attend, I immediately Rsvp’d with a, yes. Dogs and I see eye to eye on many things.
I like the way they live their lives. Doing what they want, when they want, and with however many they want. I’m not a man who believes in monogamy. Never have, never will.
My invention is what made me rich enough to be asked to this event. I invented this little app to help people who like to keep more than one fish on the line at a time.
A sweet little system that makes sure you don’t run into girlfriend or boyfriend number two or three and so forth and so on when you’re out with someone else. My app, the PH or Polyamory Handler, is for those who have more than one love interest at a time. But they don’t want their various love interests to know that.
Those types of things never go over well, no matter how hard anyone tries to go the honest route. Believe me, I’ve tried that. So much blood, so many tears, and so much destruction!
Males nor females take finding out they’re only one of several or in my case, many, who are the love interest of any one person. It’s a shame, really. Dogs don’t seem to mind, though.
I’ve been called a dog or a wolf on occasion. Okay, about two hundred or so occasions. It hurt the first hundred times then it stopped hurting, and I accepted the fact I am what I am.
Then it occurred to me there have to be more like me. More people who need the attention of more than one person at a time. So I got to work on an application that would track the people I was involved with.
Keeping tabs on where they were, especially when I was out and about with another love interest, was the main objective. One can imagine how uncomfortable it is when you’re out, having a nice evening with a special someone and another special someone happens upon the scene. It can get really messy!
With the tap of a finger, people can bring up my app and for the low, low price of only one hundred and fifty dollars a month, you can have this technology to track your partners.
Now this is not merely a tracking device. No, no!
This app stores the person’s complete name, including any pet names or specific terms of endearment you use for that particular person. It can be a major faux pas to forget that one girl loves to be called, baby and another hates it. Thus the need for the cue cards, as I tagged them, to keep the names straight.
Of course, there’s a place to put in their family and friends so you can keep track of all their interests. You make a neat little file on each person you enjoy spending time with. There’s a counter to keep track of the number of dates and where you went as well as the times and dates you’ve been intimate.
And there’s no limit on how many you can track at any given time. So that makes it a limitless resource for anyone who likes to dabble in the love market. I love to dabble.
Women of every type are my type!
Even now, as I stand in front of an enormous window, looking out at the rainy New York skyline, my eyes are catching women out of the corners of them. If one grabs my attention, then I’ll hone in on her.
Most of the time, the women come to me first. I rarely have to go up to one. Women flock to me for some reason. And I weed out a few of them but mostly I give anyone a chance.
If I decide to make a woman a member of the Jason Brennan Pack, I’ll ask for her cell phone and tap in my phone number but also do a quick download of my app to her phone which goes in under a ghost mode so she’s completely unaware that I can now track her.
It’s genius, I know!
I’ve been told my invention is an invasion of privacy. To those critics, I give the bird. Do you want to know about invasion of privacy?
Have one girlfriend and let her catch you with another. Your shit gets all gone through. House, phone, car, your body. It’s a real invasion of privacy then.
So my motto is to keep things straight. Life is so much better when you’re organized.
Someone taps a glass, trying to capture our attention. I turn away from the window and look toward the front of the large room they’ve gathered us in.
A blonde woman in a red dress is the one who wants our attention. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’d like to invite you all to make a purchase of the book we published last month. It has pictures of many different strays from all over the United States and their individual success stories and how the Humane Society made that happen for them.”
A few people begin to line up to make the purchase and I find myself moving forward to buy one of those books too. I do like a good dog success story after all.
I can’t have a dog myself. I’m always here, there, and yonder. I try not to stay in one place too long. It’s much too easy to get caught if you do.
That’s the other thing my app has. Little suggestions and hints to let the purchaser do the smartest things when playing the field. Tips like, don’t go to the same restaurant all the time. Someone is bound to tell on you if you do.
Little helpful things like that go a long way to help newbies to the game of juggling love intersts do better than if they were left to their own devices. And I am always ready to help my fellow man or woman for that matter.
I’m not a hypocrite. Women are players of the game of love too. And far be it from me to deny them access to my plethora of knowledge.
The smell of a fruity perfume wafts passed my nose as a woman comes up to get in line behind me. Her soft voice comes from very close to my ear, “Hi, you’re that billionaire I read about, aren’t you?”
I turn around and find a tall, thin, redhead, batting her fake eyelashes at me. “You haven’t read about me, I assure you.”
Her brows furrow. “So you aren’t rich?”
“I didn’t say that. I just said you haven’t read about me. How I made my billions is not public knowledge and never will be,” I say then take a sip of my Champagne.
“And why is that,” she asks as she reaches out and takes my flute of Champagne from me and takes a sip herself, leaving her red lipstick imprint on the crystal.
/> She hands it back to me, making sure her fingers graze my hand. I give her my million-dollar smile as I can see she’d like to become a member of the Jason Brennan pack but I already have a red head in New York and she’s more well-rounded than this skinny trick.
“That’s because my invention is top secret.” I place the half-full glass on a table near me.
She notices I’ve ditched my drink as her eyes are glued to it. “Top secret, like you sold it to the FBI or the CIA?”
“Top secret, as in I’m not telling you.” I turn back around, ignoring the woman.
“What an ass,” I hear her tell the woman behind her.
I think she’s an ass. It’s obvious she’s here to try to find a rich man for herself. Nothing more than that. She isn’t here for her love of animals. She’s here to snag a healthy wallet.
I hate gold diggers!
When I was twenty-seven, I came up with my app and by the next year, I was well on my way to making my first billion. A year after that, when I turned twenty-nine, I was knee-deep in money and very well established.
Last month, I turned thirty and had a nice dinner with one of my girls then a late night drink with another and I woke up the next morning with yet a different woman and we had crazy morning sex for three hours.
It was a great birthday!
My mother called me on my birthday and asked me when I was going to find a nice girl and settle down and give her some grandkids. I told her, never.
Settling down is for people who quit playing the game. I’m no quitter!
There are those people who think the person with the most toys, in the end, is the winner. I’m the guy who thinks the one with the most notches on their bedpost is the real winner.
But in the game, one can’t hurt too many people or they lose. It’s a delicate sport I play. Emotions and feelings are involved. A crying woman actually hurts my heart.
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