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Enter the illustrious world of Jessica Clare's billionaires and bridesmaids. Fans of Maya Banks, Melody Anne and J. Kenner will addicted to this sizzling, coveted New York Times bestseller.
You met the six bachelors of the Billionaire Boys Club... Now it's time to pair up some filthy-rich billionaires with lucky ladies in waiting and enjoy the spoils...
Greer has always been there for Asher, but she wishes she could break through her shyness and show how much she truly loves him. But after a steamy, mindless fling at Hunter and Gretchen's engagement party, Greer finds herself tossed aside and forced to admit that you can't love someone who doesn't acknowledge you exist.
It's a shame he got her pregnant.
After his fiancee betrayed him and tanked his business in one fell swoop, Asher has spent his time trying to rebuild his wealth and forget the past. But he doesn't understand why Greer blew him off after their night together - until he catches a glimpse of her belly.
Now Asher is willing to do whatever it takes to convince Greer she belongs with him. And he's very skilled at the art of persuasion.
After more dazzling romance? Look out for the rest of the Billionaire and Bridesmaids series starting with The Billionaire And The Virgin or take a spin with the steamy Billionaire Boys Club starting with Stranded With A Billionaire.
213 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 27, 2015

“You’re gorgeous and I want better memories than a drunken fumble. I want you to love me again. I want you back so we can experience everything we should have had before when I was too dumb and blind to see it. ”
Jessica Clare







She was just a naive idiot. Show Asher her love? She should show him a boot to the ass.
He was a selfish asshole. Why had she wasted so many years pining after him?
There was no turning back for him now. Any thought of giving up on Greer and moving on with his life? Utterly vanished. She was his. This sweet, giving mouth? His. This timid, eager tongue? His. The passionate woman in his arms? All his. With every coaxing flick of his tongue, he was letting her know that she belonged to him.
“All I want is you.”
Greer looked up in surprise, her face soft.
“It’s true,” he told her. “You may not believe me yet, but that’s fine. I’m good with waiting.” You’re it for me and I don’t care how long it takes.
"Why don't you think you're beautiful?
"Does it matter?"
Greer sighed. "I'm a small, dark, half-Indian woman. I grew up in my father's household. Have you ever noticed that every woman in his magazine--- with a few rare exceptions--- is tall and blonde? Big hair, big breasts, big hips? I have none of those things. I'm quiet and I'm short and I have to wear these." She gestured at her glasses. "No one ever notices me. Why should I think I'm beautiful?"
"You are beautiful. Your skin is like..." He paused, studying her and thinking.
"Like Coffee?" She chimed in.
"Chocolate and cream? Do you know how insulting it is to refer to someone as food? Shall I say that you look like a nice bowl of tapioca yourself?"
