About the book
From USA TODAY bestselling author Khardine Gray writing as Bella Fontaine, comes a sexy, sassy enemies to lovers romance.
Sleeping with the enemy just got sexier ...
Chad
There is always that one woman, and this was her.
I was sure of it.
Billie Harrington, the reporter who came to the press conference to expose my family.
Her exposé was however lost on me. I was more interested in her wild, exotic beauty.
I knew from the minute I laid eyes on the goddess with her sexy curves, perfect pout, and velvet hair, that I had to make her mine.
No matter the cost to me. I'd take my chances.
But...
I didn't realize pursuing her would unleash all manner of havoc in my life.
I'm determined not to let her slip away from me, but what is the right choice?
I'm her enemy and she is mine...
Billie
I just wanted my story.
My story, and justice for the injustice that was being served to the less fortunate.
Then Chad Arnaud happened
The hot billionaire.
Tall, handsome, and dangerously charming. Breathtakingly sexy as he is arrogant with his panty melting bedroom eyes that could get a girl in trouble.
Trouble...
Trouble. He was big trouble for me.
He was the last guy I should ever be with because he's the enemy.
If I don't play my cards right I could lose my job.
I knew all of that even as I allowed him to charm me.
The chemistry between us was off-the-charts sizzling hot and I couldn't resist the irresistible...
Things will get messy at some point.
Disaster is coming and I'm not sure how to untangle my heart when things begin to spin out of control.
Or, if I want to...
Sleeping with the enemy just got sexier ...
Chad
There is always that one woman, and this was her.
I was sure of it.
Billie Harrington, the reporter who came to the press conference to expose my family.
Her exposé was however lost on me. I was more interested in her wild, exotic beauty.
I knew from the minute I laid eyes on the goddess with her sexy curves, perfect pout, and velvet hair, that I had to make her mine.
No matter the cost to me. I'd take my chances.
But...
I didn't realize pursuing her would unleash all manner of havoc in my life.
I'm determined not to let her slip away from me, but what is the right choice?
I'm her enemy and she is mine...
Billie
I just wanted my story.
My story, and justice for the injustice that was being served to the less fortunate.
Then Chad Arnaud happened
The hot billionaire.
Tall, handsome, and dangerously charming. Breathtakingly sexy as he is arrogant with his panty melting bedroom eyes that could get a girl in trouble.
Trouble...
Trouble. He was big trouble for me.
He was the last guy I should ever be with because he's the enemy.
If I don't play my cards right I could lose my job.
I knew all of that even as I allowed him to charm me.
The chemistry between us was off-the-charts sizzling hot and I couldn't resist the irresistible...
Things will get messy at some point.
Disaster is coming and I'm not sure how to untangle my heart when things begin to spin out of control.
Or, if I want to...
Read an excerpt
There was already a rumble of chatter across the hall, but then, suddenly, the excitement grew.
It was time. The journalists in the front stood, and flashes of light from cameras going off almost blinded me as I looked ahead.
“That’s Chad Arnaud,” the woman next to me said with keen interest.
The man who walked up to the podium immediately caught my attention.
He caught my attention in a way that threw me off kilter, and for a few moments, I’d forgotten why I was here.
Those bright, bright blue eyes were enough to do the trick. They were blue like the Caribbean Sea. I remembered from a trip as a child to St. Lucia when we visited my great uncle. The piercing, vapid color of the sea was what got me back then.
That same color got me now as I stared at this guy.
With his dark blond hair that had been cut into a sharp faux hawk and his short beard that enhanced the angles and planes in his face, he stole my breath away.
There were only a few times in my life when that had ever happened.
This was perhaps the most memorable because I was on a damn mission and shouldn’t be ogling the enemy.
Beautiful faces with ugly hearts. Chad Arnaud was Conrad’s other son. The one we didn’t hear much about. I didn’t know what the story was with him as to why, but that wasn’t my concern.
Gorgeous as he truly was, I doubted he was any different from his father or his brother.
And if he was doing the presentation tonight, he would unfortunately be on the receiving end of my blows.
“Welcome, everyone,” he began in a rich, cool voice that carried with a presence over the room.
It was deep and masculine, strong and alluring.
“Thank you all for coming. We’re excited about this project and hope it will bring something good to the community. It has always been our goal to provide the best, and we intend to do so with our launch of Arnaud Heights, and entire complex of affordable luxury apartments.” Everyone started clapping. Of course, they would. It all sounded like such a wonderful thing.
Chad continued like he liked the sound of his voice. It was nice, but everything he said was bullshit. “It’s our way of bridging any gaps in our communities, providing quality to all.”
What a big load of fucking bullshit.
Bridging gaps and affordability for luxury apartments.
I couldn’t even laugh, and if I managed it, it wouldn’t be a laugh of humor. It would be cynical and full of sarcasm.
“Thank you. Your excitement fuels us. I’ll now take questions.”
That was my cue, and I seized it.
“Do you sell that shit to everyone?” I spoke loudly, cutting into the woman at the front who’d just started to say something.
Everyone looked back at me in shock.
Chad, Mr. Gorgeous, zeroed in on me and fixed those eyes on mine. We were about ten meters apart, but when he looked at me, it felt as if he was right in front of me. It was the intensity.
Then, instead of looking appalled like everyone else, he smiled down at me.
And God, my mind slipped away again.
The smile revealed a cleft in his chin and dimples.
An uncontrollable blush swept over my skin and cascaded throughout my body.
“No. Didn’t you like what I said?” he asked, smile brightening.
All eyes were on me. Curious, watchful eyes.
“It sounded really good. In fact, it’s almost believable that you guys actually care about the community, but you don’t.” I shook my head.
Someone gasped behind me.
Mr. Gorgeous clasped his hands together as he leaned onto the solid wood of the top of the podium.
If not for the lascivious smile he gave me, I would have compared him to a pastor giving a sermon for Sunday Service. Someone like Pastor Bailey, Mom’s pastor, who she thought was an angel incarnate from heaven.
This guy here was definitely not that, and I was very interested to hear what the hell kind of comeback he’d have for me.
“I would love for you to elaborate. There must be a reason why you think we don’t care.”
The poor guy. He didn’t know that was an invitation to unleash the secret I knew the Arnauds were hiding.
“Were you going to tell the community that you plan to tear down the entire block of apartment complexes that cover the expanse of East New Town to build your luxury apartments?”
That got his attention. Got it in a big way. It got everyone else’s too, and they started whispering amongst themselves in shock.
Instead of the sinful smile, he now gave me a curious look.
Seeing he had no answer, I continued my tirade.
“I’m sure you know those apartments are filled with some of the poorest and most needed members of the community, who will most likely be homeless after you throw them out of the homes they’ve lived in for decades. Elderly people in their seventies to nineties, single mothers who have to work God knows how many jobs to feed their children, families who are so below the poverty line they have no hope of ever having a good life. You say you want to bring quality to the community and bridge gaps, but yet you gave them a month to vacate the premises. A month.”
Oh, people were seriously talking now. The room instantly came alive with it, and all the reporters and journalists started throwing questions at him.
All at once, all in a rumble, with no coherence.
And yet his eyes were still fixed on me.
I didn’t know what bothered me more. The interest that flickered in his eyes or the effect he had on me.
It didn’t matter. I’d said my piece, and now it was time to go.
I turned on my heel and moved through the crowd that was trying to question me too.
And still, I could feel his gaze on me. It followed me all the way through the door.
I had done what I came here to do, and now he could go and guess how I came by the information.
He’d probably conduct the standard investigation people like him would do to see who leaked and ratted them out to the press.
But he would find no leak.
I knew what was going on because my mother had told me.
Mom knew everything.
It was all set out in her eviction notice she got two days ago practically telling her to get gone by the end of next month.
She was one of the tenants who lived in the New Town complex called Winsor Estate. That was one of the buildings they were going to tear down to build Arnaud Heights.
The apartment she lived in was where I grew up.
This wasn’t just about a job or an exposé for me.
It was personal.
It was time. The journalists in the front stood, and flashes of light from cameras going off almost blinded me as I looked ahead.
“That’s Chad Arnaud,” the woman next to me said with keen interest.
The man who walked up to the podium immediately caught my attention.
He caught my attention in a way that threw me off kilter, and for a few moments, I’d forgotten why I was here.
Those bright, bright blue eyes were enough to do the trick. They were blue like the Caribbean Sea. I remembered from a trip as a child to St. Lucia when we visited my great uncle. The piercing, vapid color of the sea was what got me back then.
That same color got me now as I stared at this guy.
With his dark blond hair that had been cut into a sharp faux hawk and his short beard that enhanced the angles and planes in his face, he stole my breath away.
There were only a few times in my life when that had ever happened.
This was perhaps the most memorable because I was on a damn mission and shouldn’t be ogling the enemy.
Beautiful faces with ugly hearts. Chad Arnaud was Conrad’s other son. The one we didn’t hear much about. I didn’t know what the story was with him as to why, but that wasn’t my concern.
Gorgeous as he truly was, I doubted he was any different from his father or his brother.
And if he was doing the presentation tonight, he would unfortunately be on the receiving end of my blows.
“Welcome, everyone,” he began in a rich, cool voice that carried with a presence over the room.
It was deep and masculine, strong and alluring.
“Thank you all for coming. We’re excited about this project and hope it will bring something good to the community. It has always been our goal to provide the best, and we intend to do so with our launch of Arnaud Heights, and entire complex of affordable luxury apartments.” Everyone started clapping. Of course, they would. It all sounded like such a wonderful thing.
Chad continued like he liked the sound of his voice. It was nice, but everything he said was bullshit. “It’s our way of bridging any gaps in our communities, providing quality to all.”
What a big load of fucking bullshit.
Bridging gaps and affordability for luxury apartments.
I couldn’t even laugh, and if I managed it, it wouldn’t be a laugh of humor. It would be cynical and full of sarcasm.
“Thank you. Your excitement fuels us. I’ll now take questions.”
That was my cue, and I seized it.
“Do you sell that shit to everyone?” I spoke loudly, cutting into the woman at the front who’d just started to say something.
Everyone looked back at me in shock.
Chad, Mr. Gorgeous, zeroed in on me and fixed those eyes on mine. We were about ten meters apart, but when he looked at me, it felt as if he was right in front of me. It was the intensity.
Then, instead of looking appalled like everyone else, he smiled down at me.
And God, my mind slipped away again.
The smile revealed a cleft in his chin and dimples.
An uncontrollable blush swept over my skin and cascaded throughout my body.
“No. Didn’t you like what I said?” he asked, smile brightening.
All eyes were on me. Curious, watchful eyes.
“It sounded really good. In fact, it’s almost believable that you guys actually care about the community, but you don’t.” I shook my head.
Someone gasped behind me.
Mr. Gorgeous clasped his hands together as he leaned onto the solid wood of the top of the podium.
If not for the lascivious smile he gave me, I would have compared him to a pastor giving a sermon for Sunday Service. Someone like Pastor Bailey, Mom’s pastor, who she thought was an angel incarnate from heaven.
This guy here was definitely not that, and I was very interested to hear what the hell kind of comeback he’d have for me.
“I would love for you to elaborate. There must be a reason why you think we don’t care.”
The poor guy. He didn’t know that was an invitation to unleash the secret I knew the Arnauds were hiding.
“Were you going to tell the community that you plan to tear down the entire block of apartment complexes that cover the expanse of East New Town to build your luxury apartments?”
That got his attention. Got it in a big way. It got everyone else’s too, and they started whispering amongst themselves in shock.
Instead of the sinful smile, he now gave me a curious look.
Seeing he had no answer, I continued my tirade.
“I’m sure you know those apartments are filled with some of the poorest and most needed members of the community, who will most likely be homeless after you throw them out of the homes they’ve lived in for decades. Elderly people in their seventies to nineties, single mothers who have to work God knows how many jobs to feed their children, families who are so below the poverty line they have no hope of ever having a good life. You say you want to bring quality to the community and bridge gaps, but yet you gave them a month to vacate the premises. A month.”
Oh, people were seriously talking now. The room instantly came alive with it, and all the reporters and journalists started throwing questions at him.
All at once, all in a rumble, with no coherence.
And yet his eyes were still fixed on me.
I didn’t know what bothered me more. The interest that flickered in his eyes or the effect he had on me.
It didn’t matter. I’d said my piece, and now it was time to go.
I turned on my heel and moved through the crowd that was trying to question me too.
And still, I could feel his gaze on me. It followed me all the way through the door.
I had done what I came here to do, and now he could go and guess how I came by the information.
He’d probably conduct the standard investigation people like him would do to see who leaked and ratted them out to the press.
But he would find no leak.
I knew what was going on because my mother had told me.
Mom knew everything.
It was all set out in her eviction notice she got two days ago practically telling her to get gone by the end of next month.
She was one of the tenants who lived in the New Town complex called Winsor Estate. That was one of the buildings they were going to tear down to build Arnaud Heights.
The apartment she lived in was where I grew up.
This wasn’t just about a job or an exposé for me.
It was personal.
And I thought
I like love a good romance. Bella Fontaine gives us a good romance and then some in The Billionaire's Girl. From page
one the reader is drawn into the story with the first scene (excerpt above).
Billie wants to hate Chad and on a level she does if only briefly.
She hates what he and his family have done and are doing to her mom and the other residents of an apartment complex that they
(the company) intends to demolish to build luxury condos.
But the author doesn't let the enemies stay enemies for long much to Billie's ire she is taken with Chad and the feelings are mutual.
Chad being the strong Billionaire rarely takes no for an answer.
In Billie's case he finagles a couple of dates out of her with the intent to 'win her over'.
And he does but not before a sinister plot unravels and Billie gets caught (literally) in the cross fire.
There is a bit of steam when they get to the bedroom scene(s) there are only 2 and they are steamy my Jazzy Grandma would be fanning herself while she turns the pages and telling MaMa to 'live a little' (MaMa might consider tossing the book when she gets to those bedroom scenes but Grandma would talk her out of it)
Overall I was totally surprised how much I enjoyed this book.
I think it was because it wasn't only a good romance it crossed the line and gave us a little suspense too.
Everything was all tied up nicely in the end and Billie and Chad got their Happily Eve After.
I kind of hope that there might be a series. I enjoyed Chad's P.A.
Maurice. I hope he gets his on romance.
I am looking forward to many more books by Bella Fontaine
I received a Complimentary Copy.
My review will appear on retail sites and Good Reads.
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