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Personal Escort by Ainsley Booth
Personal Escort
by Ainsley BoothBillionaire Secrets #2
Publication Date: October 24, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Cara Russo needs to get married. Or at least, make it look like she got married.
Toby Hunt can’t let his best friend’s little sister rush into anything foolish. So when she needs to hire an escort, he says he’ll take care of it.
Now he’s waiting for her at St. George Station.
This billionaire rom com modern fairy tale was originally published in the Love in Transit anthology. It has been expanded for single title publication.
The Billionaire Secrets series
Personal Delivery – Jake and Jana
Personal Escort – Toby and Cara
Personal Disaster – Marcus and Poppy (currently available in the Rogue Desire anthology)
Personal Interest – Ben and Skye, coming soon
About Ainsley Booth
Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. She is the USAT bestselling author of Prime Minister and Hate F*@k, and also writes sexy small town and military romance as Zoe York.
Personal Disaster by Ainsley Booth
Title: Personal Disaster
Series: Billionaire Secrets #3
Series: Billionaire Secrets #3
Author: Ainsley Booth
Release Date: November 21, 2017
Blurb
She’s looking for a story about a billionaire. He’s the
park ranger standing in her way.
park ranger standing in her way.
Poppy has done her research on Marcus. She knows how
connected he is—and she knows he’ll be a very reluctant source even if she can
get him to talk. What she isn’t expecting is to fall head over heels in
insta-love with a grumpy, bearded mountain man who wants nothing to do with
her.
connected he is—and she knows he’ll be a very reluctant source even if she can
get him to talk. What she isn’t expecting is to fall head over heels in
insta-love with a grumpy, bearded mountain man who wants nothing to do with
her.
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Excerpt
Poppy stiffens on the passenger seat beside me, and despite
my best efforts to glare straight ahead, I see her out of the corner of my eye.
I see her glance down at her recorder, and turn it off. I see her jaw tighten,
then relax, and I see her sigh and turn to look out the window.
my best efforts to glare straight ahead, I see her out of the corner of my eye.
I see her glance down at her recorder, and turn it off. I see her jaw tighten,
then relax, and I see her sigh and turn to look out the window.
I see her cross her legs, flashing me another few inches of
soft thigh.
soft thigh.
Damn it. Now my jaw is tight, too.
That’s not to say I don’t like it. I do, but it’s a
performance.
performance.
A trick.
If a woman is going to slide her skirt up her thighs for me,
it’s gotta be because she wants me to chase the hem with my tongue. Because she
wants to get lost for a few hours, and part company with a mutually fond
memory.
it’s gotta be because she wants me to chase the hem with my tongue. Because she
wants to get lost for a few hours, and part company with a mutually fond
memory.
Not because she thinks I can be distracted by my dick.
She taps her fingers on her knee, then sighs and lifts her
hand to her mouth. Her lips part, pink and shiny, and she sinks her perfect
white teeth into the fleshy pad of her thumb.
hand to her mouth. Her lips part, pink and shiny, and she sinks her perfect
white teeth into the fleshy pad of her thumb.
This was a mistake. I can’t drag her around the park with
me. Another few hours of this antagonism and who the hell knows what will
happen?
me. Another few hours of this antagonism and who the hell knows what will
happen?
Maybe you can chase her through the forest and convince
her to let you peek up her skirt.
her to let you peek up her skirt.
Not happening.
I slam on the brakes and jerk the truck off the path. She
scrambles to hang on to her recorder, her skirt, her plan of seduction.
scrambles to hang on to her recorder, her skirt, her plan of seduction.
I don’t care. I point to her door. “Get out.”
“Excuse me?” She spins around, looking back up the road.
Yeah, we’re a few miles from where she left her car.
Not my problem.
“Get. Out.”
“You get out,” she says hotly.
Fine.
I leap out the driver’s side and stalk around to her door.
More thigh greets me as she holds up her hand—clearly, she’s
figured out I’m serious, and she doesn’t want me to touch her.
figured out I’m serious, and she doesn’t want me to touch her.
Fine by me. I don’t want to touch her either. Not much,
anyway. Definitely not in anger.
anyway. Definitely not in anger.
I actually want to touch her way too much for a stranger
who’s poking around my life.
who’s poking around my life.
I step back and cross my arms over my chest. “What are you
playing at?”
playing at?”
She slithers to the ground and straightens her dress.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing.”
“With your little display in the truck.”
“What display?”
“Letting your skirt ride up. Biting your thumb. Turning off
the recorder.”
the recorder.”
Her eyes go wide as I list what she did. She stares at me,
stock-still, then gasps again and shoves her hands hard against my chest. “You…
you… you…”
stock-still, then gasps again and shoves her hands hard against my chest. “You…
you… you…”
I step back, and she shoves me again.
“You… beast!” She laughs, and shakes her head, but when her
gaze collides with mine, there’s no humor there. Just angry, pissed-off woman.
“Okay, let’s start at the top. I’m wearing a skirt. Yes. I have legs, that’s a
fun fact, too. And you saw part of them. Whoop-di-fucking-doo, Ranger Boy.
Second, if I was biting my thumb, it was to keep from criticizing your reckless
fucking driving. And finally, I turned off my recorder because this interview
is a waste of my fucking time. And if you think for a hot second that I might
use my feminine wiles to get a story out of you, you’re a fucking asshole who
deserves to be hunted down by paparazzi. I’ll make sure that happens just as
soon as I get off this fucking godforsaken mountain.”
gaze collides with mine, there’s no humor there. Just angry, pissed-off woman.
“Okay, let’s start at the top. I’m wearing a skirt. Yes. I have legs, that’s a
fun fact, too. And you saw part of them. Whoop-di-fucking-doo, Ranger Boy.
Second, if I was biting my thumb, it was to keep from criticizing your reckless
fucking driving. And finally, I turned off my recorder because this interview
is a waste of my fucking time. And if you think for a hot second that I might
use my feminine wiles to get a story out of you, you’re a fucking asshole who
deserves to be hunted down by paparazzi. I’ll make sure that happens just as
soon as I get off this fucking godforsaken mountain.”
“You’re going to give up, just like that?” I move forward
again, crowding into her personal space. “Lose your story?”
again, crowding into her personal space. “Lose your story?”
“There’s no story here,” she spits, her jaw set and her eyes
glittering. “Not one worth writing.”
glittering. “Not one worth writing.”
“Because I barked at you?”
“Because you leered at me.”
I had done that. Twice. Maybe three times. And I’d done it
mostly to scare her away, but also a little bit because she itched at me. That
itch now flares up, hot and red and annoyingly principled. “I was trying to
scare you off.”
mostly to scare her away, but also a little bit because she itched at me. That
itch now flares up, hot and red and annoyingly principled. “I was trying to
scare you off.”
She laughs again without humor. “It worked, you pervert. How
the fuck am I supposed to get back to my car now? Because I’m sure as hell not
getting back in your truck.”
the fuck am I supposed to get back to my car now? Because I’m sure as hell not
getting back in your truck.”
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Author Bio
Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley Booth
is super grateful for caffeine, blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. She is the
USA Today bestselling author of Hate F*@k and Prime
Minister. She also writes sexy, small town and military romance as Zoe
York.
is super grateful for caffeine, blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. She is the
USA Today bestselling author of Hate F*@k and Prime
Minister. She also writes sexy, small town and military romance as Zoe
York.
Author Links
Prime Minister by Ainsley Booth & Sadie Haller
Prime Minister
by: Ainsley Booth, Sadie HallerFrisky Beavers #1
Publisher or Imprint: Booth Haller Books
www.friskybeavers.com
***
FOOTNOTES:
* This is a fictional erotic romance. No prime ministers or interns were harmed in the making of this book.
** Except it’s a BDSM romance, so they were hurt a little.
*** Spoiler alert: she gets more than a taste. And she likes it.
About the Series
Canadian erotic romance with a dirty prime minister, an even dirtier doctor, and an entire hockey team full of secret kinks and HEAs just waiting to happen…Frisky Beavers is the type of romance series that happens when Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller get carried away with April Fools Day jokes and then fall into a bottle of red wine (Frisky Beaver wine, in fact, and yes, that’s where the series name came from).
About the Authors
Mom by day and filthy romance writer by night, Ainsley is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. Surrounded by mist-covered mountains, Sadie Haller lives a quiet life with her husband and fur-babies. Together, Ainsley and Sadie write funny, sexy Canadian erotic romances. You can find them at www.friskybeavers.com.Praise
“Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller have succeeded in delivering a downright steamy and all-consuming story.” ~ Wrapped Up in Reading“O. M. G. Hottest book ever. Seriously. Like cocaine.” ~ Bella, Book Babes Unite
“Prime Minister is one hell of a sexy, decadent, and adorable read!I spent my entire day with Gavin and Ellie. Did I get any work done? Nope. Was it worth it to my romantic reader’s soul? YES!” ~ Tanya from KT Book Reviews
“A super sexy romp through the halls of power.” ~ Genevieve Turner, co-author of the Fly Me To the Moon series (Ainsley’s favourite series of all time)
“Sadie Haller and Ainsley Booth have penned a sexy, smart, and dirty political romance. And if you’ve got a little thing for a certain Head of State, let’s just say you’ll enjoy PRIME MINISTER immensely.” ~ Tamsen Parker, USA Today Bestselling Author
“Ainsley Booth and Sadie Haller are the best at writing sexy bad boys–which means Gavin Strong only acts like an angel in front of his adoring public. He’s erotic. Dirty. And a whole lot of fun. Welcome to Canada–where we’re all about to fall in love with the Prime Minister.” ~ Anne Marsh, NYT and USA Today Bestselling Author
“I was sucked into Ellie and Gavin’s love story and immediately enchanted. Ainsley and Sadie wove a spell and I was happily captivated.” ~ Brenna Aubrey, USA Today Bestselling Author
“Sizzling sexual tension followed by explosive passion with a dash of laughter–Gavin & Ellie were an absolute delight. Totally my kind of kink!” ~ Taryn Elliott, USA Today Bestselling Author
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