UNDER HIS AUTHORITY DARK ROMANCE COLLECTION

🔥 Powerful men who set the rules. Desire that blurs lines. Chemistry that refuses to stay professional.

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🔥 6 sizzling fantasies of power, desire, and dangerous attraction—with dominant heroes who seduce your surrender…in one binge-worthy collection.

WICKED AND FORBIDDEN (Wicked as Lies/Wicked and True)
He'll protect her from the world. But who will protect her from him?

TEMPTED BY THE BILLIONAIRE
What price will he extract for the career of my dreams?

TEMPTED BY THE EXECUTIVES
My sexy bosses are off-limits…or are they?

WICKED TO LOVE
Could her boss be the lover of her dreams?

THEIR VIRGIN CAPTIVE
Three rough men. One captive beauty.

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Format: eBook
Word Count: 300K
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🔥 What you’ll devour inside:
💋 Age-Gap Obsession
👔 Alpha bosses who set the rules
💎 Ruthless billionaires
⚡ Instant obsession that changes everything
💋 Why choose (when she can have them all)?
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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "Powerful men. High-stakes tension. And chemistry that refuses to stay professional.” – Goodreads Reviewer

🔥 Inside TEMPTED BY THE BILLIONAIRE 🔥

“What makes you think I’m watching you that closely?”

The bastard is patronizing me. “Because I don’t think anything escapes your notice.”

“Smart, resourceful, and efficient. You passed…for now. Pull up a chair, and we’ll begin the interview.”

I glance around. The one chair in the room is too big for me to lug. If I sat there, I’d have my back to him. His smug expression tells me that he not only knows this, but he wants to see how I’ll react.

None of this would bother me if I wasn’t attracted to him. If my rebellious gaze wasn’t stupidly stuck on his mesmerizing gray eyes. If I didn’t admire his strong, square jaw. If I didn’t want to know what a kiss from his fleshy slash of a mouth is like. If I didn’t feel drawn to touch his steely shoulders and sink against his wide chest…

But I’m here for an interview, not a hookup. I need a chair, and I suspect Chad Force is waiting on me to think outside the box.

“I’ll be right back.”

His smile as I exit and turn the corner tells me I made the right choice in not whining about the lack of a seat or wasting his time by asking where to find one. I’m following directions while solving the problem. But there’s something predatory in his smile, like he’s enjoying watching me jump through hoops. I should be annoyed. Unfortunately, my body has other ideas…

I tiptoe down a floor and venture up the hall. I find a stylish, entirely masculine home office. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in black dominate an entire wall of the space, built around a matching modular desk, accented by sleek pulls. A giant iMac sits in the alcove. Behind it sits a tufted chair in a shade of blue that reminds me of a rainy day. It’s big and it will be hell to lug, but it’s on wheels.

Not indulging the fear that I’m somehow desecrating Mr. Force’s personal space, I roll the office chair down the hall, grunt as I lift it up the stairs, then drag it behind me back into the man’s bedroom.

“You found it, I see.”

I position it a few feet from the bed, sit, then cross my legs. “Of course.”

“It’s heavy.”

“But not unmanageable.”

“You carried it up alone.”

I eye him. Why is he stating the obvious? Probably to shove me down some conversational rabbit hole he wants me to fall into. “I’m not easily deterred.”

His smile creeps a little higher. “You didn’t ask permission.”

“That’s one way of looking at it. But I also solved a simple problem on my own. I see no reason to disturb people, especially busy ones, when I can handle something myself.”

His raised brow tells me he’s impressed, but he won’t give me the satisfaction of admitting that out loud. This is some kind of game to him, and it frustrates me. He collects information while revealing nothing, and every answer I give is ammunition he stores for later use. Apparently, he’s amused, while I need to eat and find a place to sleep.

“Tell me about you,” he begins, glancing at the sheet of paper in his hands. “And don’t recite your résumé. I’ve already read it. It doesn’t tell me what I really need to know.”

I wonder what he’s after, but nothing in his face gives away his thoughts. “I love the financial world because I’m addicted to puzzles and I strive every day to understand what really makes the world turn.”

His smile tells me he likes my answer. “Go on.”

“School was a way of gathering fundamental information so I could get my foot in the door, but bottom line? I believe that working at Force Financial could genuinely teach me what I need to know to excel.”

“I have no doubt of that, but what’s in it for me?”

The primary rule of any sales pitch: Tell the customer why you can be the answer to their problems. I can’t really answer that without more information.

“Why are you looking for a new assistant?”

“Because my last one quit.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Apparently, I’m a workaholic bastard. Who knew?”

“Well, I have no interest in bars, parties, mobile games, or whatever the rest of my peers are into since I’m a workaholic, too. I’m assuming you’d prefer someone like that at your side.”

“Yes, but that’s not all I need in an assistant.”

I try not to squirm in my seat. If he’s looking for sex, I know it’s not smart, but I’m leaning toward sign me up. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t risk his billion-dollar-plus empire for a piece of ass and a sexual harassment suit.

“You require other qualities.”

“Yes.”

And he’s not going to tell me what they are. “You want me to figure them out.”

“Astute of you.” He looks pleased.

I need to keep pushing forward until I find out what he wants in an assistant. So far, he likes the fact that I’m persistent and dedicated, I problem solve, and I have gumption. If he didn’t, I’d already be gone. But there’s something more. I need to figure it out.

“Tell me about the duties this job entails. I’ll be better able to explain how I can help.”

His crafty stare hints that he’s plotting something. “Let’s do this. Rather than waste time on trite questions and answers, I’ll give you an opportunity to actually prove your worth. A test drive, if you will. If you last forty-eight hours, you’re hired.”

“It’s that simple?”

He laughs. “You won’t find it simple.”

“Are you going to be difficult on purpose?”

“No." His grin is ruthless. "But I’ll be myself.”

📚 Accept the offer —if you think you can handle him.