The Muse, #1
by Lexxie Couper
Publication Date: January 23rd 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary,
Erotic, Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . The Stubborn Billionaire
(The Muse, #1) . . .
Quick easy read but not without its
pitfalls. Revenge is always a matter of viewpoint. This time viewpoints changed
and the fire burning for revenge just may need recitations. Everything is not
always as it appears.
His plan was in place. His mind set
for the kill. He had every detail accounted for. Or so he thought. He never
counted on Sienna not being what he thought she was. He never counted on her
smile. Her story. Her charm. Her allure.
Steamy passion, fiery anger, twist
& turns, lavish luxury, spoiled siblings, dead siblings, pointing fingers,
and more. There was a lot here to keep you engaged in the world of wealth,
power, privilege, and revenge. It all does not turn out how its planned to.
Looking for a read that will
captivate you, engage your senses, keep you on your toes, pick up The Stubborn
Billionaire.
BLURB
He had a plan for her.
Her getting under his skin wasn’t it.
I’ll stop at nothing to
get what I want. It’s the Dyson way. Ruthless? Maybe. But it’s what’s put
me on top. And it’s what’s going to help me get revenge on the woman who put my
family through hell.
I’m going to ruin Sienna
Roberts.
My plan has been in play
for months. She has no idea I’m the mysterious benefactor commissioning her
artwork, or that the downfall in store for her will be the end of her career.
But there’s something I
didn’t plan for—the way her smile and touch starts to make me forget all I
blame her for…
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EXCERPT
Someone knocked on her studio door. She shot
a quick glance at her watch.
Since when had Carrie ever been early?
Especially for an afternoon of chocolate-biscuits therapy? She wasn’t due for
another half an hour.
Another more-insistent
knock came. “Okay, okay.” She glared at the empty canvas one more time before
crossing the room, grabbing the doorknob, and pulling the door open. “Keep your
pants…”
Icy shock froze Sienna.
Her words died in her throat. Her mouth turned to dust.
Oh God.
The tall man with impossibly broad shoulders
and thick black hair on her doorstep smiled, eyes sharp. “On?”
“What are you doing here?”
James Dyson, ruthless billionaire, media mogul,
Time Australia’s Businessman of the
Year, and the last man Sienna ever wanted to see again, slid his hands into his
hip pockets. The firm muscles in his arms and shoulders flexed under his
tailored designer suit, and Sienna’s pulse leaped away on a little excited
masochistic trip at the sight. Stupid pulse. “I’m here to see you, Ms.
Roberts.”
She raised her eyebrows, ignoring her
gallivanting pulse. Getting excited over James Dyson was foolish. Getting
excited over him again was just plain
idiocy. “Is that right?” She crossed her arms over her breasts, staring him
down. “If I remember correctly, only six months ago you told me never to come near or speak to a member
of the Dyson family again. You seem to be breaking your own commandment.”
Dark, dark brown eyes studied her, and then
James shrugged. “A man can change his mind.”
“The Dyson men don’t change their minds.” She
narrowed her eyes. “You’re famous for it.”
An evil dimple
appeared in his left cheek. “There are other…things…we’re famous for, Sienna. Don’t you want to find out what
they are?”
His voice played with
her senses, smooth and tantalizing like whiskey and honey. Swallowing a sudden
flush of hot excitement, she met his dark stare.
The first time they’d
been this close, he’d offered to buy her a drink. They’d flirted—her with an
unschooled hesitancy, him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Only when he’d
found out who she was—twenty minutes into their playful and very mutual
romantic advances—did their flirtation end.
The last time they’d been this close, he’d
refused her entry to his brother’s funeral, his eyes unreadable, his jaw
clenched, his words cutting and cruel.
He was the embodiment
of everything she despised—money, power, greed. Getting excited in his presence
was not only insane, it was admitting to the Devil her soul was up for grabs.
“What I want, Mr. Dyson, is for you to leave. I’m expecting someone.”
A thick black eyebrow
cocked. “Is he running late?”
“No. She isn’t.”
He ran his gaze over
her body from head to toe in a languid inspection, taking in her old cropped tank
top, paint-splattered boy-leg panties, and bare feet. Heat flushed through her
cheeks at the realization she’d answered the door in her underwear, thinking
the person on the other side was Carrie. It didn’t help that she remembered
without any problem the compliment he’d paid her about her free-spirited nature
to clothing during that first meeting. “I see,” he said. “Kinky.”
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Author Info
Lexxie Couper started
writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she
does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her
words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you
laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once. When
she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around
her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk
shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her
life forever.
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