Title: Billionaire With a Twist Part Two
Series: Billionaire With a Twist #2
Author: Lila Monroe
Release Date: September 16, 2015
He’s dirty – no chaser.Billionaire Hunter Knox hired me to save his family bourbon business: I’ve won the big pitch, but now trouble is only just beginning. I’m on a tightrope trying to keep my career from crashing out like a coed after a dozen jaeger shots, and I’ve made it clear to Hunter, our sexy one-night fling can’t be repeated.So what does the guy do? Turns around and starts dating my sister.
This installment had me terrified. Nervous. Tapping my fingers on the side table. Chewing on my nail. ok, you get it: I was uncomfortably reading and praying that Hunter wasn’t really dating Ally’s sister. Or is he?! Fuckity fuck fuck!
Despite Ally’s inability to force the truth through her lips that YES she is fucking jealous and NO she doesn’t want Hunter even looking at her sister, I still liked her. Because she’s brilliant, and frankly – I get her. Her insecurities are fed by her mother (as only a mother could) and force her actions. She doesn’t mean to neglect herself – she’s been trained to always come in second. However, Hunter’s not quite done with her, no matter what she says.
We’re once again treated to a cold splash of straight Hunter. If that were a drink I’d drown myself in it. The heat is turned way up and I gratefully lapped up every scene. The chemistry is perfectly seasoned and sweetly sensual. *licks lips*
I also laughed my fucking ass off because Lila is one of the funniest goddamn geniuses I have ever had the pleasure to read. There are so many laugh-out-loud scenes that I almost felt bad at Ally’s misfortune. Almost. It also helps that her characters are easily lovable and spill from the pages. So good!
This series has me licking the drops from the bottom of the glass. Funny AND sexy, Billionaire With a Twist 2 is rich with everything you want….except for the ending – ah! Save me, Book 3!
[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]
My finger hovered over the button as I considered what to send him next.
I briefly considered a topless pic before discarding that idea; if
someone from work ever found our dirty texts, I could claim someone else
had sent them from my phone, but how that hypothetical someone had got
their hands on a topless shot of me would be much harder to explain
I filed that idea away for a day in the future when I worked at a company
where my colleagues weren’t untrustworthy sexist shitheads, and sent
‘miss u’ instead.
I immediately regretted it.
Not because it wasn’t true, but because it wasn’t sexy. And since our night
together, Hunter and I had been keeping our conversations strictly
sexy, and far, far away from feelings territory.
The phone rang.
Shit, had that been too much? Was he calling to say I should back off? Had he rethought things completely?
Calm the fuck down, I told myself sternly. You sent him a two word text, not a dozen roses. It’s not a big deal.
I answered the phone. “Hey.”
“Hey, Ally.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s good to actually talk to you. I’ve missed you too.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
“So, how’s it going over there?”
“Oh, you know, a complete madhouse. So, the usual.”
“My boss is calling every fifteen minutes, the editing team can’t find any
of the stable footage, Sandra keeps having to ice her hand to stop it
cramping up…” I trailed off, and then laughed. “How do you do that?”
He sounded confused. “Do what?”
“Make it all seem so manageable. So okay. Just by listening.”
“One of my secret ninja powers,” he informed me, deadpan.
I raised an eyebrow. “Got any others you’d care to show me?”
“Oh, I’ve shown them to you,” he drawled, and even though it was only his
voice over a phone line, I blushed fire-engine red. “And you’ve shown me
a few as well.”
I eyed the door, toying with an idea. I couldn’t hear anyone rushing my
way with an urgent development…I rose swiftly and locked it. “Care to
see if those powers work over the phone?”
I knew exactly the face he would be making right now, that slow-spreading
sweet honey grin as he took in the meaning of my words. “I surely
Amazon bestselling author, queen of the short-reads, and expert at playdough, Lila Monroe loves to read and write tales of sexy Billionaires. Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first serial, The Billionaire Bargain. Lila enjoys writing, as it gives her a flexible schedule to spend time with her kids and a wonderful excuse to avoid them. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, who strips out of his well-fitted suits nightly.