Everything He Wants (Billionaire Breakfast Club #1 The Jock) A #meetcute romance
Their friends set up an interview, it was supposed to be simple….
D’Andre Smith has it all.
Fame. Money. Women. On the outside, his life looks perfect. But he’s got a secret that could destroy it all, so the last woman he should get involved with is a reporter.
Elise Putnam is searching for a scoop to scoop all scoops to prove her investigative chops, so the last thing she should do is get involved with an interview subject.
Their instant attraction has the potential to develop into something more if D opens his heart and Elise opens her mind. But their ingrained desire to protect their secrets may be stronger than their love….
Everything He Wants is the first book in the Billionaire Breakfast Club series. Seven strangers-with nothing in common except the desire to succeed-discover true love….
Everything He Wants: D’Andre and Elise
She Feels Like Home: Peter and Brittanica
His Dirty Little Secret: Jay and Courtney
This is the first installment in a new contemporary romance series, Billionaire Breakfast Club, by Lisa Hughey. Seven strangers (with nothing in common except a desire to succeed) discover true love…
One of my favorite tropes is forced intimacy, whether it’s a pretend dating situation or a marriage of convenience plot. D’Andre Smith loves his mother, and he doesn’t want to do anything to upset her. So here he is having lunch with a reporter, and she hates reporters. So what can he do?
Before D could wrap things up, a raucous burst of laughter from the entrance to the restaurant blasted through his consciousness. Shit! He recognized that laugh.
D ducked down, the slatted wood partition kept him hidden right now but within a minute he was going to be busted.
“What’s wrong?” Elise’s perfect platinum brows arched down as she tilted her head quizzically.
Mary Smith hated reporters. Seriously hated them. “My mother,” he whispered.
Elise lifted in her booth seat and craned her neck to look over the partition. “Really?” Her smile illuminated their table.
Lordy, he needed her to not draw attention to them while he frantically searched for a reason to be here with her. “Don’t look,” he whispered.
She propped her arms on the table and hunched her shoulders so that she was below the partition. Her ice blue eyes danced with amusement, the cold demeanor wiped away by her smile. “Why are we hiding?”
“She hates reporters.” Jesus, his momma would rip him a new one if she found out he was here with a reporter.
“You’re seriously afraid of your mother?”
“Never piss off a Southern black woman, she’ll make you regret it.” His heart pounded in his chest.
“What were you going to do when my article came out?”
“I had time to ease her into the idea of an interview.” Think, think. “I’ve got it. Be my date.”
She reared back. “Excuse me?”
But that was it. His mother knew all his top employees. His business was more like a family than a corporation.
He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. His forearm rested on her phone between them.
Her skin was impossibly soft. “Pretend to be my lunch date.”
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “She won’t believe it. You date gorgeous black women, models.”
True. And surprising that she knew that.
“God your skin is so soft.” For a moment he got lost in the sensation of touching her.
She flushed, tensed her fingers, clearly ready to pull her hand from his.
“You’re not kidding.” In a heartbeat, she squinted her eyes, and her gaze turned calculating.
“Shit no, I’m not kidding.”
“What do I get out of it?”
“The satisfaction of knowing D’Andre Smith owes you a favor,” he hissed.
“Sorry, but I need more than that.”
“Can we discuss after we deal with this?”
She smiled. “Sure, but you owe me.”
Before D could wrap things up, a raucous burst of laughter from the entrance to the restaurant blasted through his consciousness. Shit! He recognized that laugh.
D ducked down, the slatted wood partition kept him hidden right now but within a minute he was going to be busted.
“What’s wrong?” Elise’s perfect platinum brows arched down as she tilted her head quizzically.
Mary Smith hated reporters. Seriously hated them. “My mother,” he whispered.
Elise lifted in her booth seat and craned her neck to look over the partition. “Really?” Her smile illuminated their table.
Lordy, he needed her to not draw attention to them while he frantically searched for a reason to be here with her. “Don’t look,” he whispered.
She propped her arms on the table and hunched her shoulders so that she was below the partition. Her ice blue eyes danced with amusement, the cold demeanor wiped away by her smile. “Why are we hiding?”
“She hates reporters.” Jesus, his momma would rip him a new one if she found out he was here with a reporter.
“You’re seriously afraid of your mother?”
“Never piss off a Southern black woman, she’ll make you regret it.” His heart pounded in his chest.
“What were you going to do when my article came out?”
“I had time to ease her into the idea of an interview.” Think, think. “I’ve got it. Be my date.”
She reared back. “Excuse me?”
But that was it. His mother knew all his top employees. His business was more like a family than a corporation.
He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. His forearm rested on her phone between them.
Her skin was impossibly soft. “Pretend to be my lunch date.”
Her mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “She won’t believe it. You date gorgeous black women, models.”
True. And surprising that she knew that.
“God your skin is so soft.” For a moment he got lost in the sensation of touching her.
She flushed, tensed her fingers, clearly ready to pull her hand from his.
“You’re not kidding.” In a heartbeat, she squinted her eyes, and her gaze turned calculating.
“Shit no, I’m not kidding.”
“What do I get out of it?”
“The satisfaction of knowing D’Andre Smith owes you a favor,” he hissed.
“Sorry, but I need more than that.”
“Can we discuss after we deal with this?”
She smiled. “Sure, but you owe me.”
Exploring the complex nature of a profession that requires subterfuge and lies fascinates her. She loves combining her two passions into fiction. As evidenced by her Black Cipher Files series.
Archangel Rafe was her first foray into the paranormal but after spending time in the Angelic Realm, it won't be her last. At their heart, the Seven novels are about the dynamics of family relationships. But the really hot Archangels don't hurt.
And recently she's been immersed in the Stone Family novellas, four stories about a blended family of brothers and sister who have a lot more in common than they realize. But of course she couldn't just write about family and romance. There are complex plots, bad guys, and suspense too.
Lisa loves to hear from readers and has various places you can connect with her, although, shh, Twitter is her favorite.
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