My Sweet Fake Fiancee: A Billionaire Bad Boy Taboo Huge Size Romance

But then Mr. Carson unbuttons himself, and my mouth drops open because he’s the size of an anaconda, pulsing and HUGE.  

The massive snake drips, throbbing with veins. My mouth waters as I drop to my knees …

And even better, the alpha male says I can have it all …

… so long as I pretend to be his fake fiancee!

Brent: I don’t even know why we’re discussing this. Sansa’s a professional, and yet she’s acting like a sassy brat. The curvy girl pretends that money’s not enough to convince her to be a fake fiancee, so I pull out the big guns …

The curvy girl’s eyes go wide as my pistol hardens …

Her plush pout opens as her breasts heave …

…and now SHE’S the one begging on her knees to be my fake fiancee!

Let’s just say someone’s going to be sore and achy by the end of this story, and it’s not going to be Brent! Yes, Sansa may be a working girl, but the billionaire has a dirty job in mind that only the naughtiest woman can handle! OMG! But no worries - despite her profession, there’s a bouncing baby and a *real* wedding for our couple at the end. This book is next in the series after First Time Escort, My Roommate’s Dad, and Off Limits Daddy, but all of my books are standalones and may be read in any order. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.