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A Special Treat from the Author

I love ya my fab readers!

I know that like we totes don’t say it enough but this whole thing is about you Angels.

With that in mind, we want to share some more love with you.

After this you’ll find five hot reads attached.

•Alicia Vs. Billionaire by Alexis Angel

•The Biggest Licker by Alexis Angel

•Scandalous by Alexis Angel

•My Son’s Best Friend by Cara Angel

•Dr. Single Dad by Dark Angel

Thank you so much for reading!!

xo Alexis

Alicia Vs. The Billionaire

Description

Like the one time I’m even slightly naughty, it comes back to bite me. Literally…

So what if I gave into a moment of weakness with a hot stranger on a train? Maybe did some things that would make my mom shake her head.

No problem, right? Go on about your way, right? It’s a big city…millions of people and you’ll never see them again, right?

Wrong.

It turns out this guy I let myself go with is my new client, Derek Lowell. Not only that, but of course he has to be a hot, single, billionaire and all, and obviously he has every woman at my job salivating over his ultra-ripped body with his 8-pack abs and beautiful, rugged face and his monster…uhmm…ego?

You know by now what all those alpha-male bill

ionaires say in these blurbs. Like, ‘Oh I always get what I want and I want her, haha’ or ‘She doesn’t know it yet but she’s going to be on her knees begging me not to stop, haha’.

Ya, whatevs, dude. You wanna get me on my knees it better be because I’m about to sit on your face.

Oh, what’s wrong? Is the Big Bad Alpha-Male Billionaire scared of lil’ ol’ me?

Oh, now he’s mad and he says he’s gonna teach me a lesson. I think this is gonna be fun…

*** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Billionaire in this first installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, sexy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. Happily Ever After? Always, babe ***

Alicia

You have to be kidding! I look at my phone and see that it has a 20% charge. I'll never get through the day on that. I rush over and plug it into the charger for a few minutes while I continue applying my mascara—it's amazing what good mascara can do for a girl—and I count down the minutes till I need to leave for work. 15 minutes. I can feel every one of those minutes trickling down my neck like rain flooding a roof. If I don't get on the 6 train soon, I'm going to be late—and I'm never late.

I rush over and gather what I need in my purse, and pick out my heels for the day—black or beige? I'm going with black. Throwing them on my feet, I grab my phone, my keys, and run out the door. I make it out of my apartment with two minutes to spare and I'm feeling good. As I head to the subway station I stop at Starbucks. It's my one indulgence. I can't function without my skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso. And it never fails that I always get some morning entertainment out of how they spell my name: Alisha, Aleesha, Alissya, and one time even Alisheé—do I look French? For the record, my name is the standard Alicia.

I pull my phone out of my purse and double-check the time. Shit. The slowest barista is working today and the line is backed up. Why would they put the slowest person behind the bar during the morning rush? I should be at the Midtown Manhattan offices of Carter Jeffries in a few minutes, but I can see now that I'm going to be late. Just as I'm considering skipping the drink, I hear my name: "A skinny vanilla latte with an add shot on the bar for Ashley!" I grab the drink and head outside, rushing to the 6 train from 81st street as fast as my heels will carry me.

A crowd is building for the train. It's the morning rush, so it's a familiar scene. As soon as the train pulls up, everyone is bumping shoulders. Every seat is taken, and most of the overhead handrails are taken as well. I look down and one guy is 'manspreading' himself across two seats, which is annoying, but I get lucky and lean up against a metal pole in the middle of the train with a sliver of space to spare. The train lurches with forward momentum and I accidentally bump into a guy standing next to me.