Love Unbound: A Valentine's Day Romance Anthology
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Love Unbound
~A Valentine’s Day Romance Anthology~
© 2018
By Cassandra Dee, Katie Ford, Sarah May, Kendall Blake, and Penny Close
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© 2018 Alpha Males on Top
All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.
Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.
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ALSO BY CASSANDRA DEE
Standalones
His Captive
Buck Me Cowboy
Beg Me: Sold To My Dad’s Boss
Daddy’s Pretty Baby
Loving the Babysitter
Reverse Harem
Seven Brothers of Sin
Six Ways to Sin
The Billionaires Club
Sold at the Auction
Virgin for Sale
Serving Him
Buy Me
Anonymous Encounters
MFMM Ménage Romance
All the Best Men
MMF Bisexual Romance
Double Dare
Double Exposure
The Falling Series
Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend
Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad
Falling for My Son’s Best Friend
The Virgin Series
Delivering the Virgin
The Princes Series
Double Princes
Triple Princes
Box Sets
Taking the CEO Home
DEDICATION
To all the girls who fell in love with romance long ago.
This one’s for you!
NOTE FROM THE AUTHORS
Hi! Thanks so much for reading Love Unbound. I hope you enjoy this anthology of steamy, dreamy billionaires.
Love,
Cassie, Katie, Sarah, Kendall and Penny
ABOUT THIS BOOK
Love Unbound: A Valentine’s Day Anthology
She strode into my life with a saucy smile and a wiggle to her walk. I gave her something she’ll never forget.
I’m a curvy girl who works at a pet store.
Mr. Lincoln’s a billionaire with the world at his fingertips.
But one day, the unexpected happens.
Because the alpha male loses control.
And I forget.
Just once.
We break the rules together, a tiny slip, nothing more.
And now Evan’s going to be a daddy.
But what if Prince Charming never knows?
Love Unbound is an anthology of five standalone Valentine’s Day romance books featuring alpha male, bad boy billionaires and the curvy, feisty women who win their hearts. Warm up your special day with four never-published before novellas that perfectly blend steam and spice, naughty and nice. They have no cheating, no cliffhangers and very happy ever afters, including engagements, weddings and babies! Have a wonderful Valentine’s Day from Cassandra Dee, Katie Ford, Sarah May, Kendall Blake and Penny Close.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Love Unbound
Unprotected
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
EPILOGUE
Bonus Scene 1
Bonus Scene 2
Family Matters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Extreme Close-Up
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Rags to Riches
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
Dad’s Valentine’s Set-Up
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
A SNEAK PEEK
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Unprotected
~A Cinderella Secret Baby Romance~
© 2018
By Cassandra Dee
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ABOUT THIS BOOK
UNPROTECTED: A Cinderella Secret Baby Romance
He left me something goopy and hot. And it’s not a shoe.
I met him at the pet store of all places.
Me, the lowly sales associate with dirty hands.
Evan Lincoln, member of a powerful real estate family.
We couldn’t be more different.
He’s rich. I’m poor.
He’s powerful. No one cares about me.
But Mr. Lincoln needs a fake fiancée.
To get control of his family’s empire, he says.
So I agree.
After all, what is there to lose?
But Evan’s left something behind.
It’s not a shoe.
It’s not a ring.
It’s something else, creamy and virile.
Steamy and enticing.
Deep inside my most private part.
And now Evan’s going to be a daddy.
But what if Prince Charming never knows?
Please note that this book was previously released as part of the 69th Street Bad Boy Series. It is included here for your reading pleasure.
CHAPTER ONE
Maggie
What a gorgeous day!
Sticking a pencil into my messy updo, I turned around from stocking the shelves to peek through the glass doors of the pet shop.
Definitely beautiful. The skies were clear and blue, the sun glowing and warm in the middle of a cloudless sky. Perfect weather.
And from the nips and happy barks coming from the doggie area, I could tell the puppies would love being out there too.
Don’t worry, my friends, came my internal voice. Soon you’ll be with loving families, never fear.
Humming a tune, I finished shelving the last of the heavy bags of dog food that came in last night. As a pet tech at DoggyMart, it’s not normally my job. But Janie, one of the girls who worked with me begged me to do it, and I don’t mind helping out.
But whew, it was hard work! A small price to pay though for hanging out all day with cute and happy animals. Even when they weren’t so happy, it made me feel amazing to help calm them down.
Strands of curly brown hair fell from the up-do and into my face, sticking clammily to my cheeks. Gosh, I was going to need a shower after I got home. Sweat made my t-shirt stick to my armpits, every nook and crevice a little moist. A long, hot wash was definitely in the works the minute I got back.
Squeak, squeak. The old cart rolled along as I pushed it to the back of the store.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” came my polite voice. “Coming through.”
And obligingly, people made way. Thank goodness because I wanted to get to the puppies asap. I’m a huge animal lover, and working with furry friends is the best part of my job. Even now, I was attuned to the squeak of gerbil wheels. The plaintive meows of kittens. The smaller puppies whining. At least all the bigger dogs were calm today, thank goodness.
Suddenly, Dr. Reynolds popped into view. He’s our in-house vet, a friendly old man with a salt and pepper beard and twinkling blue eyes. Not that different from Santa actually.
“Oh, there you are, Maggie,” he chuckled. “The puppies from that abandoned house from the news just came in. Didn’t you want to see them?”
A big smile flashed over my face.
“Yes, definitely,” came my excited words. But then my face fell. “They’re okay, aren’t they?”
Dr. Reynolds nodded.
“They’re okay this time,” he said reassuringly. “Healthy and active, just like eight week old puppies should be. Thank goodness,” he said darkly. “You can never tell with these things.”
And I nodded somberly. Because a lot of animals that come our way aren’t in the best shape. Some have been abused, but most are neglected. I hate to say this of humans, but when it comes to dog versus man, most people choose man. And as a result, our canines can be lonely and maladapted. They’re not bad animals, they just don’t know how to behave because no one’s showed them how.
Dr. Reynolds smiled patiently at me and gestured to another pet tech. Slowly, Marvin wheeled out a cart with a huge cage on top. Oh my gosh, they were so cute! No bigger than two hands put together, the dogs rolled and tumbled together, playful and fluffy.
“Hey, babies,” I cooed. “How are you?”
Sitting on the floor next to their cage, I opened it. And immediately, the animals stopped playing and scrambled to the open door to inspect me. All three had shiny brown eyes. Blinking, they perched little paws on the wire rim, poking their noses out experimentally.
“Aren’t you guys so adorable?”
I wriggled my fingers at them but didn’t touch, just letting them sniff for a moment. Soon, the white one with a black patch over his eye like a pirate tumbled out of the crate and wandered over to me, curious like a little monkey. He wobbled on tiny feet.
“You’re the brave one, aren’t you?” I teased with my finger near his face, close but still not touching.
He tumbled into my arms then, making sweet little whimpers. My heart melted. I could literally feel it dissolving into goo because this is why I love my job. Being a pet tech doesn’t pay well, but when an innocent animal overcomes its dark past to trust humans again, I feel redeemed. I feel like I’ve made a difference, however small, in an animal’s life, and happiness coursed through my veins.
It’s why I want to be a vet one day. My part time classes were designed to get me there, but right now, I was only going once a week because credits are expensive, and it’s all I can afford. My dream is to get an Associates degree, and then go for my Bachelors. After that, vet school. Sometimes it seems like pie in the sky, but my dream will come true, slowly but surely.
I smiled again, stroking the puppy’s soft head.
“Hey Jack.” He reminded me of Jack Sparrow in that pirate movie with Johnny Depp. But he was missing a gold tooth. Ha! Imagine, a puppy with gold teeth. I giggled.
With a baby whimper, Jack climbed into my lap and started to nibble on my fingers. Awwww...
Just then the sound of loud barking came from the front of the store. A woman screamed at the same time a child started to cry.
“Get it away from my child!” she shrieked.
Oh no! What was going on?
Quickly, I put Jack back in his cage and ran towards the sounds of loud barking and crying.
“He’s trying to kill my baby!” a woman accused, finger pointed at a man with a large dog. And it looked to be true. A small boy, maybe two or three years old, wailed and screamed separated from his mother by a massive pit bull straining at the end of its leash.
I didn’t even pause to think. Immediately, my sneakers hit the floor, propelling me across the distance to drop next to the dog bristling angrily.
“It’s okay, boy,” came my soothing voice. Moving slowly, I got close to the animal with one hand held out, calm and assertive. “You’re okay. We’ll be okay.”
And gradually, his barking stopped, stopping instead to stare at me, drool flowing from his lips. I smiled.
“You didn’t mean to scare the baby, did you? He doesn’t have any reason to be scared of you, right?”
Carefully, I approached the pit bull with my hand held out so the dog could sniff me cautiously.
“That’s right, boy,” came my cooing voice. “We’re all friends here. Just be calm. Everything’s all right.” The animal sniffed my hand tentatively again, hot breath puffing against my fingers. I held still as a statue, letting him take his time. And soon he nuzzled my hand and smiled a big sloppy doggie grin.
“Ruff!” was his bark, tail wagging like we were best buds already. “Ruff!”
I smiled back, leaning back on my haunches now.
“Well, aren’t you handsome?” came my friendly voice. “You’re a good boy, I knew it.”
But Ruff and I weren’t alone. A deep voice penetrated my concentration then.
“Thanks,” it growled. “That was a close one.”
Only half-paying attention, I looked up from my new friend, now squiggling and worming around on the floor like a playful puppy. Who knew Ruff could be reduced to this?
But my head snapped around immediately, brown eyes wide. Because holy cow. The man attached to the pit bull wasn’t a man. He was a god. Intimidatingly tall and broad. Blue eyes. Black hair. Dressed in a perfectly-cut suit that only emphasized the power of his shoulders and the length of his legs.
How was this possible?
People who look like this don’t come into DoggyMart. Especially not dressed in suits.
But it was true. Here was a commanding alpha male, his hand on Ruff’s leash. And suddenly, I realized the leash was pink. Wait, was Ruff a girl?
Blushing, I stammered.
“It-it’s no problem,” came my words. “No problem at all.”
The man smiled again, so dazzling that my retinas burned. How was this alpha even real? He was like a prince, materializing suddenly in a little pet shop filled with suburban ladies and crazy cat grandmas.
“You just worked magic on this animal,” the man rumbled again.
I straightened, blushing furiously. But this wasn’t going to do. I had a job and responsibilities. So standin
g, my back stiff, I tried to keep my voice even.
“Yeah, dogs really like me,” was my reply. “It’s no problem at all.”
And to prove my words, the pit bull snuffled my fingers again and I stroked his head in a reassuring gesture.
“This guy is just a little unruly. Nothing a little training won’t fix. Have you taken him to obedience classes?” came my gentle inquiry.
The dark man shook his head.
“Naw. Bowzer isn’t mine. I’m just babysitting him.”
Oh okay, so Bowzer was a boy, even if he had a pink leash. But this was still a good time to suggest some classes.
“Well, maybe you can ask the owner to take him to obedience school? They’re not expensive and even seven sessions can work miracles. Here, let me see if I can find a brochure for you,” I said busily, turning away. But my cheeks were flushing again. A tickling in the back of my throat warned me. Verbal diarrhea approaching in 3-2-1… Blast off! It never failed when I was nervous.
“I’ll give you some great doggie schools, call one and they might have an opening,” came my rushed words. “It’s good to get dogs like this into training really quick. Even if they go when they’re older, it still worth it.”
I kept babbling and babbling, providing far more information than was actually necessary. But the big man’s blue eyes gleamed, amused, even as I practically choked myself with sentences. Well, at least he was laughing at me and not high-tailing it out of here or making lame excuses.
Please god, just help me stop talking. Get a grip, Maggie! I scolded myself. Stop talking!
So taking a deep breath, my lips closed for a moment.
“Give me a sec to get that list.” And before he could tell me no, I waved and backed up. “Be right back!” was my merry call.
Moving like an Olympic sprinter, I dashed into the DoggyMart office and made a quick copy of the list of obedience schools and schedules. Grabbing the still-hot copies, I ran back to the dark man, chest heaving up and down like a heavyweight boxer.