Hope: A Bad Boy Billionaire Holiday Romance (The Impossible Series Book 1) Read online

  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  PROLOGUE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  EPILOGUE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter 1: Best Foot Forward

  Chapter 2: More Trouble than She’s Worth

  Chapter 3: The Life of an Intern

  Chapter 4: Business as Usual

  Chapter 5: Business Trip

  Chapter 6: Storm Clouds

  Chapter 7: Distractions

  Chapter 8: Revelations

  Chapter 9: Potential

  Chapter 10: Leap of Faith

  Chapter 11: Kiss the Cook

  Chapter 12: Calgary Enterprises

  Chapter 13: Facing the Storm

  Chapter 14: Missed Calls

  Chapter 15: Shattered Pieces

  Chapter 16: Redo

  Chapter 17: Small Promises with Big Consequences

  Chapter 18: The Auction

  Chapter 19: Business Games

  Chapter 20: Cutting Losses and New Beginnings

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Hope

  A Bad Boy Billionaire Holiday Romance

  Tia Wylder

  Table of Contents

  Free Book: Playboy’s Virgin

  Personal Note

  Hope: A Bad Boy Billionaire Holiday Romance

  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

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Daddy’s Virgin Nanny

  Beautiful Revenge

  Dr. Single Dad’s Fake Marriage

  The Boss & The Intern

  The Billionaire’s Virgin Fiancée

  Two Brothers

  The Texas Rancher’s Bride

  Loved By The Rake

  The Asian Bad Boy

  Touched

  The Gorilla’s Secret Baby

  The Secret Baby

  The Billionaire Wolf Shifter

  Tamed By My Alpha Vampire

  The Dragon’s Love Affair

  The Alien Dragon’s Mate

  Claimed By The Cosmic Warrior

  Wanted By My Boss

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  MATTHEW

  When I first lay eyes upon Claire Barkley, I never could have imagined we would become friends. That day I heard her complaining about her bad luck in the bar, I certainly didn’t expect to go out of my way to help her out. Helping women isn’t really the name of my game; more so helping myself to their bodies. However, in spite of my disdain for the fairer sex, there’s something about playing pretend that sets a fire alight inside of me. Love? Nah. But we’ll have fun.

  CLAIRE

  When my mother insisted I bring a date to my sister’s wedding, I thought I was out of luck. However, when a remarkably friendly face offered a bit of assistance, who was I to say no? Especially when the guy offering to help has such a hot bod… I may be a virgin, and this may all be a charade, but I’ll show this playboy that he’s not the only alpha in town. Game on, rich boy.

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  Dr. Single Dad’s Fake Marriage

  The Boss & The Intern

  The Billionaire’s Virgin Fiancée

  Two Brothers

  Playboy’s Virgin

  Beautiful Revenge

  One Night In Vegas

  Daddy’s Virgin Nanny

  Personal Note

  Hey girls, welcome to my dream world where billionaire bad boys are ready to be claimed by us kitties, cats, cougars, pumas, or maybe even Tigers! My name is Tia Wylder, a plain jane housewife with a loving husband and a four yrs old son. Life is as stable as it can be and what can I ask for more? Well, plenty LOL...

  See, besides being a typical stay home mother, cooking, grocery shopping and even pampering my hubby and son... and occasional girls meet, there isn't much freedom like it used to be. Like when we are on the market *wink* *wink*

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  Hope

  Adele: I never had time for men. As a doctoral student studying environmental science, I was married to my work. All I cared about was saving the world, one ecosystem at a time.

  So, when I heard about billionaire real estate developer Jack Nathan and his plan to ruin a perfectly good part of Nassau, I knew I had to do something.

  I wanted to take him down. That smug grin, his tousled blonde hair, that body that told me he was as vain as he was wealthy…I hated him.

  At least, that’s what I told myself.

  Jack: I’ve always gotten what I want, when I want it. Women, money, and power.

  That was what I cared about.

  But when I met Adele Parker, I knew that was about to change. An environmental activist, Adele challenged the vision of my company with ludicrous cries about “preserving nature,”…whatever that means. I wanted to write her off as just another annoying social justice warrior.

  But her bright green eyes, tanned limbs, and killer figure made it impossible to forget her. So, when I learned we had a common enemy, I vowed to work with her…as long as she let me inside those sexy panties of hers.

  Little did I know, Adele was much more than just a grad student with her eyes set on changing the world.

  If I wasn’t careful, she’d end up changing my world as well…

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  Hope

  Chapter One

  Jack

  “Barnes, I told you, I can’t talk right now,” I said. “My flight leaves in an hour – I’m not even packed!”

  Barnes, my best friend, lawyer, and right-hand man since college, snickered. “Yeah, right,” he said with a roguish grin. “Like you ever travel with anything more than a toothbrush!”

  I rolled my eyes. “Very funny,” I said, snickering. “Just because I carry a spare doesn’t make me a bad guy.”

  “No, it just makes you a man whore,” Barnes said. He was sitting opposite my desk, lounging on the expensive leather couch I’d just bought for my office. After all – the CEO of Trident Gold needs to look presentable…and have a comfortable place for naps.

  I shrugged. “It’s not my fault that girls are always asking me to spend the night,” I said. “It’s just my charm.” I winked at Barnes, and he groaned.

  “Nathan, I swear to god,” Barnes said, calling me by my last name like he always did when he meant business. “If you fuck this up—“

  “I won’t,” I said quickly. “There’s no way.” With a sigh, I got to my feet and stretched, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. “Besides, I’m only going for a couple of days.”

  Barnes frowned. “Isn’t there a hurricane or something?”

  “A tropical storm,” I replied. “Way less dangerous. Rico said flying to Nassau wouldn’t even make him break a sweat.”

  “Jesus, how much do you pay that man?”

  I smirked. “I’m generous,” I said. “Don’t worry about that.”

  Barnes nodded. “Just be careful,” he said. “Those islands, you know, they’re not always equipped to deal with shit like that. Didn’t a few people die the other week?”

  “Yeah,” I said with a snort. “In Puerto Rico. No one cares about that country, Nassau is much nicer.” I smirked. “Trust me – I’ve been there before.”

  “God,” Barnes groaned enviously, getting to his feet and looking out the window at the snowy Boston weather. “I’d kill to get away – even if there is a fucking hurricane coming right for me.”

  I shrugged. “You can always come,” I replied. “I’m not taking anyone.”

  Barnes laughed. “What, did Alexandra wise up and dump you?”

  “Not exactly,” I said. I wasn’t about to tell Jack that Alexandra, my girlfriend of two weeks, had caught me mid-coitus with her stunning Russian roommate. “I just felt like a solo trip would be…more beneficial. After all, it’s not really a vacation. I’m meeting with shareholders the first day I’m there.”

  “Still, at least it’ll be warm,” Barnes said. “The winters here always make me wonder why I never moved back to California.”

  “Because it’s impossible to be a serious lawyer on the west coast,” I replied. “Everyone likes that stiff Boston upper lip of yours.”

  Barnes groaned again. “Tell me about it,” he said. “I swear – if I get one more high-dollar divorce client, I could probably retire at forty.”

  I winced. “I can’t believe I’m thirty-five,” I said, shaking my head. “It seems like yesterday that I was hauling you off the commons after a few too many keg stands.”

  Barnes grinned. Despite the threads of silver in his brown hair, he still looked exactly the same as he did on the first day we’d met – as freshmen, at Lager Coll
ege. Lager is a typical private liberal arts school – overly priced, mediocre in academics, and with a reputation that precedes it by a hundred yards. Barnes and I had sniffed each other out immediately, and we’d been best friends ever since. It wasn’t hard to believe that we’d gotten along so well: we were both from the same kind of family. Rich, greedy fathers with trophy-wife mothers and no siblings. After she’d had me, my mother told my father she was done with children because I’d come perilously close to ruining her closely-guarded waistline. According to her, that was the moment my father had started stepping out with high-dollar escorts. But if you ask me, my old man was a dog from the start.

  That was just one of many things that Barnes and I had in common. We were both from old money families in upstate New York. He’d known he was going to be a lawyer since elementary school, much like I’d always known that I was going to inherit my father’s real estate development company. Dad started Trident Gold when he got his MBA, but I had taken the company to new heights when I took over right after college. Trident Gold had always been a luxury brand – my father saw seven new resorts build, in exotic locales around the world – but I’d doubled that, and I’d only been CEO for fourteen years.

  Life was pretty fucking great.

  “I know,” Barnes said, snapping me back to the present. “I can’t believe it, either.” He shook his head. “I feel exactly the same. But these damn wrinkles – I’m going to have to get injections again.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’re so vain,” I teased. “You get more work done than the girls I go out with!”

  “Yeah, right,” Barnes replied sarcastically. “I’m guessing they go under the needle and knife just as much. The only difference is, of course, they wouldn’t admit as much to you.”