(This is an erotic romance. It contains graphic language, very steamy love scenes and lots of emotion.)
Down on her luck, nursing student and full-time waitress Kara Foster gets a massive blow to her already desperate financial situation that will surely find her living on the streets. Needing nothing less than a miracle to save her, Kara gets rescue from an unknown, unlikely and overwhelming source. Billionaire Simon Hudson makes her an offer that is impossible to refuse, but terrifying to accept from a man that she's never met. Will the handsome, alpha billionaire really be a solution to her problems, or will he end up being a major complication and a danger to her emotional sanity?
Reclusive billionaire Simon Hudson would rather be behind a computer creating computer games than rubbing elbows with the elite and he knows exactly what he wants...until he meets Kara Foster. Something about Kara touches Simon in ways he's never experienced and definitely doesn't like. For over a year, Simon watches over Kara, but stubbornly refuses to admit his desire to possess her, not even to himself. But when she ends up in a situation that could very well be her destruction, Simon steps up to help her, not realizing that in saving Kara, he might very well be salvaging his own soul.
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Bonus story - Handling Simon
Simon Hudson paced his home office, scowling as he stared down at his iPhone.
I'm running a little late. Be home soon.
Kara had sent the text a half hour ago, and she still wasn't home. Like the day hasn't been fucking long enough? Logically, he knew she was probably safe, on her way home from work. But when it came to Kara, he didn't exactly operate with reason. Never had. Never would.
His analytical mind took a vacation when it came to his wife. She was his entire world, and the thought of anything harming her turned him into a dominant beast that wanted to do nothing except keep her by his side every minute of every day.
"Why the hell does she have to work? It's not like I can't support her." His voice was husky, bewildered. His wife was six months pregnant, and still working fulltime as a nurse at the hospital. And every time she left in the morning for what he knew had to be a gruelling twelve- hour shift, he panicked, his anxiety level on overdrive until she arrived safely at home in the "Because she likes to work. Because she'd be bored if she didn't. Because she worked hard for her education and wants to use it?" The amused, feminine reply sounded from the doorway of his computer lab.
Kara's husky, teasing voice flowed over him like silk, the tension draining from his body as he stopped pacing, his eyes raking over her figure in the doorway with a covetous, possessive gaze.
Mine. My wife.
That thought hit him like a sucker punch with a baseball bat to his chest-one delivered by a major leaguer. Would there ever come a day where he didn't find Kara more fascinating and beautiful than he did the day before? He highly doubted it. He was a lucky bastard, and he knew it.
Smiling, she moved toward him, and his heart thundered as she glided closer, his dominant genes urging him to seize and conquer her. Those desires warred with his need to protect her, to keep her safe. It was always like that with Kara, but now that she was pregnant, his protective instincts always won.
She must have showered at the hospital, and she looked beautiful in a light, floral, loose fitting sundress that nearly hid the swell of her abdomen. Not for the first time, Simon swore his wife was sexiest pregnant woman on earth. His cock stood at attention as he caught her enticing scent, stepping forward to seize her around the waist and hold her tightly against his body, drowning in her essence, forgetting for just a moment that he was pissed off at her for coming home late and scaring the shit out of him.
"You're never leaving this house again," he growled, pulling the clip from her hair and letting the silky waves flow over his fingers.
"You say that every time I come home," Kara answered casually, winding her arms around his neck.
"I mean it this time." And he did. Completely. He was so not letting her go to work again. His heart couldn't take it. "Why were you late? Bad shift?" he asked curiously, slightly mollified by her nearness and the way she wrapped herself around him.
"You always mean it, but you'll let me go again next time," she answered confidently. "Because you love me and you know working makes me happy."
Dammit. Why did she always play that card? It was exactly how she got to him every time. "I'm not weakening this time." He wasn't. Absolutely not.
"Simon...you have enough security on me to protect the entire country. And you will let me go," she answered softly, her lips grazing over his temple, the warmth of her breath wafting over his ear. "We had a deal and you're not breaking it."
Oh, hell. What the fuck had possessed him to agree to any deal that entailed her being even the tiniest bit vulnerable?
Her hands wandered over his chest, meandering around to his back, her nails lightly raking over the cotton of his old t-shirt. He shuddered and closed his eyes as her tongue lightly traced the contours of his ear and cupped his jean clad ass in her hands, rubbing her lush body sensually against his, urging his groin against her.
Oh, yeah… that. Damn it. "It's not working this time, sweetheart," he answered gruffly, hating himself for the lack of conviction in his voice.
"I missed you," she whispered softly in his ear.
Okay...fucking deflated. Demolished. Destroyed. The woman in his arms was diabolical when it came to persuasion. Kara was his greatest joy...and his biggest weakness.
Swinging her up in his arms, he told her unhappily, "I want to renegotiate by telephone with at least one room between us."
She laughed lightly and wrapped her arms around his neck as he plunked down on a comfortable leather sofa with Kara sprawled on his lap. "No deal. You already agreed to let me work as long as the baby and I are healthy. And we are. I stopped at the doctor for my check up. We're both fine," she told him in a placating voice.
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have come with you." He always went with her. Being in awe of her pregnancy, he never wanted to miss a thing.
Kara rolled her eyes and gently smoothed back a lock of unruly hair from his forehead. "It was just a quick check and you grill poor Dr. Shapiro every time you go with me. Last time we were there for hours."
"I had a few questions," Simon answered defensively.
"A few?" She gave him a sharp, disbelieving look. "It was like you were a prosecuting attorney interrogating a murder suspect. I'm lucky the poor woman still wants to deliver our baby.
Okay...maybe he had gone a little bit overboard. But he was concerned, dammit. "I want to go next time," he said, disgruntled.
"I won't leave you out of anything important," she promised him sweetly. "It was supposed to be a quick check, but it took a little longer than I thought it would."
He looked up at her, his expression immediately concerned, one hand instinctively covering her distended abdomen. "Why. Are there problems?"
Her hand covered his, stroking his fingers. "No. No problems. But I knew you really wanted to know the sex of the baby and I was being selfish when I said I didn't want to know."
Honestly, Simon didn't think it was selfish at all. Kara was absolutely incapable of being selfish, and although he loved to tease her, the sex of the child she carried inside her didn't matter. It was their child, another miracle for him, and he couldn't have cared less if the child born because of the incredible love he shared with Kara was male or female. "It's not selfish. You want to be surprised. I'm good with that." Hell, he was good with anything that made his wife happy. She was the one who had to go through the pregnancy and childbirth, a whole process that still terrified the hell out of him.
"It's a girl," she said in a hushed voice, her eyes round and moist as she met his gaze, her smile tremulous. "I asked Dr. Shapiro to tell me. I was being hormonal when I said I didn't want to know when I had the ultrasound. I decided I wanted to know and asked her to tell me before I changed my mind again. I want to plan. I want to buy baby clothes. We're moving into our new home next month and I want to decorate the nursery."
Tears started to spill from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks in a seemingly endless stream. "Don't cry," he demanded. Damn. He hated it when she cried, and she seemed to be doing it fairly often since she'd gotten pregnant. "Are you sure? Are you disappointed?"
Simon's heart was hammering, slamming against his chest wall as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and cradled her head gently against his chest. He stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her to stop crying. Were her tears good or bad? He would have thought by now he would know, but her tears destroyed him completely, and he never had figured out how to tell the difference.
Please don't let her be disappointed. She wanted a boy.
"I'm happy," she hiccupped against his chest, the front of his t-shirt saturated. "Did you really think I cared if it was a boy or a girl?" She pulled her head back to look at him and his breath seized as he looked into her eyes. "But it does seem that you're getting your way," she mentioned grumpily.
"About damn time," he grumbled back, rubbing her belly with a tenderness that belied his
"We're having a daughter, Simon. A little girl."
Simon felt the baby kick against his palm and he started, grinning as Kara smiled down at him, glowing with a happiness that nearly stopped his heart.
Leaning her head against his shoulder, she sighed. "I think having a girl will be wonderful. Two females to equal out the testosterone overload in the house," she giggled against his shoulder.
Two females who will have me firmly wrapped around their little fingers. But somehow, Simon couldn't bring himself to really care. Kara had ensnared him completely, and he would happily walk into his daughter's net. He'd gladly be captured if the joy he was feeling was the end result. "No ganging up on me," he insisted, pulling Kara tightly against him.
"No promises." She straightened, straddling him, her sundress bunching at her hips as she plastered herself against him, her core pressed against his burgeoning cock.
He groaned as she ground against him, the heat of her seeping into the denim of his jeans. Supporting her head, he flipped her gently, trapping her hands over her head as he gently imprisoned her beneath him. "Promise," he demanded, keeping Kara at his mercy.
"Nope," she answered cheekily. "You wanted a girl and that's what you're getting. Mother and daughter bonding is a beautiful thing."
He covered her mouth with his, the flame between them igniting completely as he tried to tell her everything he felt with his kiss. It was an embrace of desperate need and a joy so intense he couldn't express himself in words. He'd never been good at telling Kara exactly how he felt-maybe because there truly weren't any words to explain the intense emotions.
They both came out of the kiss breathless. "Promise me," he said huskily, no longer certain what he wanted her to say. Hell, he'd give her anything she wanted, everything she desired, as long as she never left him.
"I promise I'll love you forever," she answered huskily, her lips swollen, her love for him shining in her eyes.
"Good enough," he answered swiftly, knowing that she was all he'd ever wanted, all he'd ever needed, and those were the exact words he needed to hear.
Waves of fierce protectiveness washed over him, but he didn't allow those emotions to take him over. He could be a dominant asshole tomorrow. And he most likely would be insanely possessive when the fact that he and Kara were having a little girl really had a chance to sink in.
But at that moment, as he looked into the eyes of the woman who had changed his entire life forever, all he wanted to do was love her.
And he did.
Simon Hudson paced his home office, scowling as he stared down at his iPhone.
I'm running a little late. Be home soon.
Kara had sent the text a half hour ago, and she still wasn't home. Like the day hasn't been fucking long enough? Logically, he knew she was probably safe, on her way home from work. But when it came to Kara, he didn't exactly operate with reason. Never had. Never would.
His analytical mind took a vacation when it came to his wife. She was his entire world, and the thought of anything harming her turned him into a dominant beast that wanted to do nothing except keep her by his side every minute of every day.
"Why the hell does she have to work? It's not like I can't support her." His voice was husky, bewildered. His wife was six months pregnant, and still working fulltime as a nurse at the hospital. And every time she left in the morning for what he knew had to be a gruelling twelve- hour shift, he panicked, his anxiety level on overdrive until she arrived safely at home in the "Because she likes to work. Because she'd be bored if she didn't. Because she worked hard for her education and wants to use it?" The amused, feminine reply sounded from the doorway of his computer lab.
Kara's husky, teasing voice flowed over him like silk, the tension draining from his body as he stopped pacing, his eyes raking over her figure in the doorway with a covetous, possessive gaze.
Mine. My wife.
That thought hit him like a sucker punch with a baseball bat to his chest-one delivered by a major leaguer. Would there ever come a day where he didn't find Kara more fascinating and beautiful than he did the day before? He highly doubted it. He was a lucky bastard, and he knew it.
Smiling, she moved toward him, and his heart thundered as she glided closer, his dominant genes urging him to seize and conquer her. Those desires warred with his need to protect her, to keep her safe. It was always like that with Kara, but now that she was pregnant, his protective instincts always won.
She must have showered at the hospital, and she looked beautiful in a light, floral, loose fitting sundress that nearly hid the swell of her abdomen. Not for the first time, Simon swore his wife was sexiest pregnant woman on earth. His cock stood at attention as he caught her enticing scent, stepping forward to seize her around the waist and hold her tightly against his body, drowning in her essence, forgetting for just a moment that he was pissed off at her for coming home late and scaring the shit out of him.
"You're never leaving this house again," he growled, pulling the clip from her hair and letting the silky waves flow over his fingers.
"You say that every time I come home," Kara answered casually, winding her arms around his neck.
"I mean it this time." And he did. Completely. He was so not letting her go to work again. His heart couldn't take it. "Why were you late? Bad shift?" he asked curiously, slightly mollified by her nearness and the way she wrapped herself around him.
"You always mean it, but you'll let me go again next time," she answered confidently. "Because you love me and you know working makes me happy."
Dammit. Why did she always play that card? It was exactly how she got to him every time. "I'm not weakening this time." He wasn't. Absolutely not.
"Simon...you have enough security on me to protect the entire country. And you will let me go," she answered softly, her lips grazing over his temple, the warmth of her breath wafting over his ear. "We had a deal and you're not breaking it."
Oh, hell. What the fuck had possessed him to agree to any deal that entailed her being even the tiniest bit vulnerable?
Her hands wandered over his chest, meandering around to his back, her nails lightly raking over the cotton of his old t-shirt. He shuddered and closed his eyes as her tongue lightly traced the contours of his ear and cupped his jean clad ass in her hands, rubbing her lush body sensually against his, urging his groin against her.
Oh, yeah… that. Damn it. "It's not working this time, sweetheart," he answered gruffly, hating himself for the lack of conviction in his voice.
"I missed you," she whispered softly in his ear.
Okay...fucking deflated. Demolished. Destroyed. The woman in his arms was diabolical when it came to persuasion. Kara was his greatest joy...and his biggest weakness.
Swinging her up in his arms, he told her unhappily, "I want to renegotiate by telephone with at least one room between us."
She laughed lightly and wrapped her arms around his neck as he plunked down on a comfortable leather sofa with Kara sprawled on his lap. "No deal. You already agreed to let me work as long as the baby and I are healthy. And we are. I stopped at the doctor for my check up. We're both fine," she told him in a placating voice.
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have come with you." He always went with her. Being in awe of her pregnancy, he never wanted to miss a thing.
Kara rolled her eyes and gently smoothed back a lock of unruly hair from his forehead. "It was just a quick check and you grill poor Dr. Shapiro every time you go with me. Last time we were there for hours."
"I had a few questions," Simon answered defensively.
"A few?" She gave him a sharp, disbelieving look. "It was like you were a prosecuting attorney interrogating a murder suspect. I'm lucky the poor woman still wants to deliver our baby.
Okay...maybe he had gone a little bit overboard. But he was concerned, dammit. "I want to go next time," he said, disgruntled.
"I won't leave you out of anything important," she promised him sweetly. "It was supposed to be a quick check, but it took a little longer than I thought it would."
He looked up at her, his expression immediately concerned, one hand instinctively covering her distended abdomen. "Why. Are there problems?"
Her hand covered his, stroking his fingers. "No. No problems. But I knew you really wanted to know the sex of the baby and I was being selfish when I said I didn't want to know."
Honestly, Simon didn't think it was selfish at all. Kara was absolutely incapable of being selfish, and although he loved to tease her, the sex of the child she carried inside her didn't matter. It was their child, another miracle for him, and he couldn't have cared less if the child born because of the incredible love he shared with Kara was male or female. "It's not selfish. You want to be surprised. I'm good with that." Hell, he was good with anything that made his wife happy. She was the one who had to go through the pregnancy and childbirth, a whole process that still terrified the hell out of him.
"It's a girl," she said in a hushed voice, her eyes round and moist as she met his gaze, her smile tremulous. "I asked Dr. Shapiro to tell me. I was being hormonal when I said I didn't want to know when I had the ultrasound. I decided I wanted to know and asked her to tell me before I changed my mind again. I want to plan. I want to buy baby clothes. We're moving into our new home next month and I want to decorate the nursery."
Tears started to spill from her eyes, trailing down her cheeks in a seemingly endless stream. "Don't cry," he demanded. Damn. He hated it when she cried, and she seemed to be doing it fairly often since she'd gotten pregnant. "Are you sure? Are you disappointed?"
Simon's heart was hammering, slamming against his chest wall as he wiped the tears from her cheeks and cradled her head gently against his chest. He stroked her hair, waiting patiently for her to stop crying. Were her tears good or bad? He would have thought by now he would know, but her tears destroyed him completely, and he never had figured out how to tell the difference.
Please don't let her be disappointed. She wanted a boy.
"I'm happy," she hiccupped against his chest, the front of his t-shirt saturated. "Did you really think I cared if it was a boy or a girl?" She pulled her head back to look at him and his breath seized as he looked into her eyes. "But it does seem that you're getting your way," she mentioned grumpily.
"About damn time," he grumbled back, rubbing her belly with a tenderness that belied his
"We're having a daughter, Simon. A little girl."
Simon felt the baby kick against his palm and he started, grinning as Kara smiled down at him, glowing with a happiness that nearly stopped his heart.
Leaning her head against his shoulder, she sighed. "I think having a girl will be wonderful. Two females to equal out the testosterone overload in the house," she giggled against his shoulder.
Two females who will have me firmly wrapped around their little fingers. But somehow, Simon couldn't bring himself to really care. Kara had ensnared him completely, and he would happily walk into his daughter's net. He'd gladly be captured if the joy he was feeling was the end result. "No ganging up on me," he insisted, pulling Kara tightly against him.
"No promises." She straightened, straddling him, her sundress bunching at her hips as she plastered herself against him, her core pressed against his burgeoning cock.
He groaned as she ground against him, the heat of her seeping into the denim of his jeans. Supporting her head, he flipped her gently, trapping her hands over her head as he gently imprisoned her beneath him. "Promise," he demanded, keeping Kara at his mercy.
"Nope," she answered cheekily. "You wanted a girl and that's what you're getting. Mother and daughter bonding is a beautiful thing."
He covered her mouth with his, the flame between them igniting completely as he tried to tell her everything he felt with his kiss. It was an embrace of desperate need and a joy so intense he couldn't express himself in words. He'd never been good at telling Kara exactly how he felt-maybe because there truly weren't any words to explain the intense emotions.
They both came out of the kiss breathless. "Promise me," he said huskily, no longer certain what he wanted her to say. Hell, he'd give her anything she wanted, everything she desired, as long as she never left him.
"I promise I'll love you forever," she answered huskily, her lips swollen, her love for him shining in her eyes.
"Good enough," he answered swiftly, knowing that she was all he'd ever wanted, all he'd ever needed, and those were the exact words he needed to hear.
Waves of fierce protectiveness washed over him, but he didn't allow those emotions to take him over. He could be a dominant asshole tomorrow. And he most likely would be insanely possessive when the fact that he and Kara were having a little girl really had a chance to sink in.
But at that moment, as he looked into the eyes of the woman who had changed his entire life forever, all he wanted to do was love her.
And he did.
Heart of The Billionaire (Book Two)
The Billionaire Salvation (Book Three)
The Billionaire's Game (Book Four)
Billionaire Undone - Book Five
Billionaire Unmasked - Book Six
Billionaire Unbound - Book Eight
J.S. Scott is a New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author of steamy romance. She's an avid
reader of all types of books and literature. Writing what she loves to read,
J.S. Scott writes both contemporary steamy romance stories and paranormal romance
erotic’s. They almost always feature an Alpha Male and have a happily ever
after because she just can't seem to write them any other way!
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