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From the USA Today bestselling author of Bad Billionaires, Elise Faber, comes a brand new billionaire series! These protective, possessive businessmen fall hard and fast for the women they love...and then never let them go.

I fell in love with a billionaire. I just didn't know it. Jean-Michel Dubois is the owner of the professional hockey team, the Oakland Eagles, and established the world-renowned Oak Ridge Vineyards. And . . . he's fallen for me. Me. The boring woman who spends her time studying, baking cookies, and nannying for an adorable little girl. A relationship between us makes no sense—I've tried to make him see that. But he's a successful businessman for a reason.

I'm not looking for forever. My gorgeous, billionaire neighbor has decided otherwise. I've been burned by enough bad ex-boyfriends to know that love isn't in the cards for me. I work hard, keep my head down, and avoid all romantic attachments like the plague. The only trouble? The infuriating man who lives just down the hall doesn't seem to understand that. Jace Henderson is beautiful, rich, and his veneer of perpetual, carefree bachelor is hiding a soft heart. A possessive heart.

Elise Faber presents Book 3 in the Oak Ridge Vineyards series. From the USA Today Bestselling author of Bad Billionaires, Elise Faber, comes a brand new billionaire series! These protective, possessive businessmen fall hard and fast for the women they love…and then never let them go.

Faye St. James has only ever been my shy, reclusive next-door neighbor. Until her house burns down and I find out that it’s not just her home that catches fire. Underneath all that shy is a woman who’s smart and passionate and…everything I’ve ever wanted. But my life is complicated. I’m on the road for half the year playing with the Grizzlies and I have an ex-wife who just won’t go away. Clearly, I’m in no position to fall in love. Only…my heart seems to have a different plan. One that means never letting Faye go.

As captain of the SoCal Vipers, the last couple of seasons haven't been going well. My stats are slipping, and I'm at risk of being traded. So I'm not in the mood for a case of mistaken identity with the woman playing bouncer at the arena door. But when I find out she's come to town to escape her controlling family and make a fresh start, I know I can't just let her walk away.

Recently traded to the Grizzlies, I’m struggling to find my place on the team. I’ve changed coasts, moved away from my best friend, from the Breakers who became family, and. . . I’m alone. And it’s my birthday. A fact that everyone around me seems to have forgotten. Until a knock at the door proves differently. I was in love with Luna when I was a teenager, and now she's on my doorstep, vivacious and beautiful and. . . holding a piece of paper I barely remember. One that says we’ll get married. . . And I think I’m just insane enough to say yes.

Kelsey Scott has never wanted anything more serious than a hookup. Work triumphs all, men are simply trainable orgasm machines, and her friends and family are everything. But with her brother's wedding rapidly approaching and matchmaking rapidly ensuing from all angles, she decides she needs a buffer from all the “perfect Mr. Rights”, the white tulle and frumpy bridesmaid dresses, and - ick - the heart-warming vows.

It began with a cock. Of the rooster variety. It ended with a groomsman toppling into the wedding cake. Heidi hadn’t meant to be a bad bridesmaid. She loved her best friend and the man Kate was marrying. Who she didn’t love? The groom’s brother. The cocky - no pun intended - jerk had made Heidi aware of exactly what he thought of her. That being, she wasn’t worth anything more than a quick romp and a disappearing act before the sun rose.

Kate McLeod was desperate. Her younger sister was having her first baby, her younger brother was recently married, and Christmas was coming. And in the McLeod household, Christmas was everything. Every year, her parents’ house looked like an assembly of angels had puked everywhere. Well, this year she had a plan. She was going to get herself engaged. A diamond ring on her finger was the perfect way to get her family to back off. And she had just the perfect guy in mind.

The white dress. The diamond ring. The full church. The...missing groom. Molly Miller had become a cliché when Jackson Davis left her at the altar, but she’d crawled back from the heartbreak and embarrassment and was living her dream of running a successful eatery in San Francisco.

He was too young for her. A decade too young. Rebecca Stravokraus was the top publicist in the professional sports. She was extremely smart and capable, and could spin a story like a spider spins its web. But there was one thing she couldn’t do. L.O.V.E. Except…then Kevin declared that Rebecca was what he wanted. That couldn’t be. Not now. Not ever. But Kevin had decided on her and if there was one thing she’d learned about stubborn, alpha hockey players, it was that they didn’t give up. And Rebecca had to admit that in this case, she didn’t want him to.

She was a laughingstock. A hippie. A tree-hugger. A granola, crunchy, millennial who worried about how her food was grown and what she put into her body and GMOs and...had a secret chocolate addiction.

Stef blamed the dating app. She saw his picture—his smile, the rugged line of his jaw, the way the man could fill out a suit, and like an idiot, she fell a bit in love with him. Idiot because no one ever really looked like their profile pic. Idiot also because if the man did look like his profile pic, then he certainly wasn’t going to be into a science geek who binged old sci-fi shows on the regular. But in a night of drunken insanity, she swiped right. Then in a morning of hungover unpleasantness, she saw that he’d swiped right, too. Suddenly, she found herself on a date.

Sera used to believe in happily ever afters. Well, she still believed in them. Just not for her. For Seraphina Delgado, finding a man who loved her for who she was inside, rather than simply appreciating her outward appearance, had proved to be impossible. She wasn’t trying to be cocky - cock, ha - but she was beautiful. So beautiful, in fact, that she’d spent her childhood and tween years modeling and shooting commercials and...well, only being appreciated for the way she looked. And that was more curse than advantage because looks faded.

Bec Darden was a high-powered attorney, who had spent her entire adult life building a fearsome reputation both in the courtroom and the boardroom. But once upon a time, she was also a naïve and romantic - aka idiotic - soul who’d married her college sweetheart on a whim, just before graduating. She and Luke were young and in love, and no surprise, her marriage had been short-lived. Explosive. Miserable. And incredibly, incredibly short-lived.

Max Montgomery was at the height of his career, playing the best hockey of his life, and lucky enough to have a starting spot on a team that was actually a contender for the Cup. And one by one, his friends were falling in love. Love. Now that was a dirty, four-letter word if he’d ever heard one. Max had experienced love and all of its aftereffects and where had that gotten him? Lonely, living in an apartment, and paying alimony to a woman who’d left him at the merest sign of a hiccup in their marriage.

It was hate at first sight. Just not for Blue. He’d loved what he’d seen. Tall and thin with long blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes, Anna Hayes was absolutely beautiful. She also wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. As a professional hockey player, that was a rare thing for Blue Anderson. He was young, rich, good looking, and in the best shape of his life. He wouldn’t say he had to beat women off with a stick, but...maybe he had to brush them off with a broom.

Hookups weren’t for her. Rachel knew that. She was a good girl - sigh - she’d always been a good girl. Except when it came to him. She’d met the "him" in question in a bar, of all places. His lean strength, gorgeous face, and way-too-charming personality had combined to shatter her defenses. All of a sudden, she’d been doing all of those “dangerous, bad girl” things her grandmother had once warned her of. And just like her grandma had predicted, he’d vanished come morning. No note. No exchanged numbers. She hadn’t even known his name.

Muscles. Mandy’s work was supposed to be regulated to muscles. Well, muscles and ligaments and tendons...and general body health and - Sigh. She was blabbering as usual, but muscles combined with lips that were way too kissable and a pair of sharp blue eyes that pierced right through all of her carefully erected defenses had a way of doing that to a girl. Blane was her fantasy - literally her nightly fantasy. He was sexy, strong, talented, and normally she would have thrown herself at his feet and begged for a night - or, cough, more - showing him exactly what that fantasy was.