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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)

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Matthew Ashe is a billionaire in crisis. His girlfriend, Charlotte Holmes, is prone to fleeing at the first hint of commitment. His relationship with his best friend is on shaky ground. And his bank accounts have begun to feel uncomfortably large.

When Matt offers Charlotte a job spearheading a new Ascend property, right in the heart of Manhattan, she doesn’t expect to be good at it. Even with new friends to guide her through the surreal experience of obscene overnight wealth—and some obscene overnights in general—she’s still in doubt, and in way over her head.

Though they’re ready for their happily ever after, family tensions, unhealed trauma, and hurtful secrets could still stand in the way of Matt and Charlotte’s future…and what they can be, together

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CHAPTER ONE

(Matthew)

DO NOT CHASE HER. She’s basically a prey animal when it comes to relationships. If you chase her, she’s going to run. Let her come to you.

I scrolled through my text messages from Scott for the thousandth time. My best friend knew more about his sister than I knew about mine; it didn’t seem right that he could offer me advice about dating Charlotte, but I couldn’t help him out with his romantic problems.

I wasn’t quite over the fact that he’d not only fucked my married sister, but he’d been unreasonably furious when I slept with Charlotte. Still, I couldn’t deny that he’d done me a tremendous favor in helping get her back.

Because Charlotte had run from me. She’d taken one tiny misunderstanding between us and blown it up into a relationship ending crisis.

Almost.

I still wasn’t sure if we’d broken up or not.

She’d definitely run away, though. And now she was returning, and I couldn’t chase her.

So, I didn’t. I went to work and responded to her texts with brief answers when she updated me on her travel. I didn’t pick her up at the airport. I did arrange a car, because I was a nice guy, but I had followed Scott’s advice to the letter.

I didn’t chase her.

After work, I came home and had a drink. I put my feet up and thought about what we should do for dinner when Charlotte arrived. I resisted every single urge to obsessively check in.

At eight p.m. on the dot, I got a text from the doorman indicating that a guest had arrived and asking me how to proceed. I responded, “Send her up,” but I didn’t leave the lounge. I would let her come to me, all the way.

“Hello?” I heard her call. Then, closer, “Matt?”

“In here,” I called back. I didn’t get up. I didn’t go to the hall to find her. I stayed right where I was, on my sofa, in front of the tv, in my gray sweatpants.

I wasn’t supposed to chase her. There was nothing in the rules about appealing to her libido with a well-presented bulge.

She entered the room and stopped after the threshold. Her fingers wriggled in a little wave. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Should I get up? I should get up and hug her, at least, right? I couldn’t resist. I got to my feet and approached her slowly. “How was your flight?”

“It was… a flight.” She shrugged. “Nobody shouted, ‘Is there a doctor on board?’ and I’m starting to think that it’s never going to happen for me.”

“You’re not a doctor.”

“I know, I just want to see it happen.” She moved toward me, her arms out. “Can I have a hug?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” The moment I swooped her up in my arms, the long hours of limbo I’d suffered through felt like days. I practically crushed her. We hadn’t been apart for long, at all; business trips took longer. But the unknown had tortured me.

I never wanted to go through that again.

I set her on her feet and held her out at arm’s length. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I scared the shit out of myself,” she admitted, her expression falling. “Do you forgive me?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” If I didn’t put some space between us, I would throw her on the floor and fuck her until we both passed out. That wouldn’t exactly be conducive to a productive reunion.

She didn’t seem to share that opinion. She jumped up on her toes and practically mauled me, tugging at my t-shirt to get her hands beneath and accidentally biting my lip.

“Whoa, whoa.” I pushed her back gently.

She grinned up at me. “I thought you missed me.”

“I didn’t miss you. You scared me. There’s a difference, and we need to talk about that. Fucking it out isn’t an option.” My dick could wait. I gestured to the sofa and waited for her to move.

“Oof, so we’re doing this first. I was kind of hoping I could convince you to take me back by exploiting my sexuality.” She laughed, but I knew her too well. It wasn’t a joke.

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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)

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One week isn’t enough. He wants forever.

As the billionaire owner of Ascend Red, an exclusive island resort for kinky, hand-selected clientele, Matthew Ashe prides himself on making fantasies come true. When Charlotte Holmes walked into his life, she quickly became his fantasy. But now, their stay is almost over, and their future is waiting.

Charlotte knows that she’ll have to adapt to Matt’s life of luxury, but she doesn’t expect to be thrown into the deep end quite so soon. A weekend party at his family’s estate gives Charlotte a taste of how the exceptionally wealthy live—and highlights just how different she and Matt are, despite their scorching compatibility in bed.

When they stumble into a family secret, Matt and Charlotte are forced to confront their differences, fears, and insecurities…and the reality that their match made in paradise might not work in the real world, after all

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CHAPTER ONE

(Charlotte)

Matt loves me.

I combed my fingers through his dark hair, lifting the strands idly and letting them fall. He’d slept for the past hour like this, his head nuzzled against my breasts, one hand cupped between my legs.

Of course, he would sleep like that.

Chuckling softly to myself, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I should not have woken up at six in the morning, but my sleep schedule had been messed up ever since I had arrived at Ascend Red. Late nights of relentless sex followed by waking in the midafternoon had confused my body to the point that I was jet-lagged without changing time zones. But now, it was six forty, and there was no way to ignore my bladder anymore. I gently eased Matt’s arm off me, not wanting to wake him. With a sleepy groan, he rolled away and took most of the duvet with him.

Yeah, if he wanted to be my boyfriend, he would have to work on the covers-hogging.

I tiptoed through the weak bars of early daylight the morning cast through the shutters and left the lights off in the bathroom. I’d done a lot of crying the night before, trying to break things off with him. My eyes throbbed. My mouth felt sticky and disgusting. I decided to brush my teeth before going back to bed.

Emotional catharsis might be healthy for the soul, but it’s hell on a person’s body.

I padded back out to the bedroom and found Matt sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry if I woke you,” I apologized.

He yawned, stretching out his ridiculously muscled arms. A dark curl flopped over his forehead, and he pushed it back with a smaller, follow-up yawn before answering hoarsely, “No, it’s fine. I needed to get up and consult Miranda about our travel itinerary before it gets any later. I don’t want to end up flying coach on some shitty discount airline, if we can avoid that.”

“So, there are limits to the humble billionaire thing.” Though it had been my idea to leave—I’d insisted the night before that it was what I wanted—a pang of disappointment struck the pit of my stomach. “We can always leave tomorrow. Or the next day.”

His eyes narrowed. “You seemed very sure of your decision to leave last night. You’re not saying this because you want to accommodate what I want, are you?”

“First of all, fuck you for knowing me so well.” I slipped under the sheets beside him. “Second, no. I promise. I do want to leave, but I’m not in as big a rush to do so in the light of day.”

“And in light of the fact that you don’t have to run away from me anymore?” He arched a brow.

“There’s that too.” I was profoundly uncomfortable with, and deeply doubtful of, the idea that anyone could love me. Running away had been my first instinct. “Sorry about that.”

He caught my chin in his hand and tipped my face up to his. “Don’t apologize because you had feelings that weren’t the same as mine.”

“They are the same,” I hurried to assure him. “I love you—”

He cut me off with a kiss. The bastard had the audacity to look as hot as he did and not have horrible morning breath. I couldn’t even get mad at the clichéd way he’d interrupted me.

Life was not fair.

I leaned into him. My soft moan caught between our mouths, and he echoed it, his tongue sweeping against mine as he held my face like I was a priceless, delicate thing. My hands found their way to his chest. I let myself get lost in him, in the sheer pleasure of what was such simple contact when compared to all of the other, hornier things we’d already done.

When he came up for air, he covered my hand with his, holding my palm flat over his heart. “Sorry. I can’t get enough of hearing you say that.”

Dazed, I ran my tongue over my lower lip. “Say what?”

“Wow, I’m a better kisser than I thought I was.” He gave a short laugh. “I can’t get enough of hearing you say that you love me.”

“It’s the novelty of it. You’ll get sick of me, soon.” I leaned up for another kiss, but he evaded me.

“Seriously, if we’re going to leave today, I need to call Miranda.” He reached for the phone.

I leaned over him and laid a hand on his forearm. “Wait. I meant what I said about spending a few more days.”

I’d originally planned to stay for two weeks. And while I wasn’t thrilled that Matt had been hiding out at his sex resort to avoid reality, I didn’t want to leave a place he loved after the constructive, but painful, conversation we’d had last night.

“Even though I’m surrounded by phonies, apparently?”

I wished I hadn’t said some of the things I’d said to him the night before. He’d needed to hear them, but I could have been a lot gentler.

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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)

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He’s perfect for her. She’ll perfectly destroy him.

Charlotte Holmes doesn’t fall in love; she falls into bed. And car. And cruise ship stateroom. Matthew Ashe falls in love way too easily; he’s a sucker for a pretty face. And falling too fast. And getting impulsively engaged. The only thing the two of them have in common is their mutual love of kinky, casual sex….and the fact that Charlotte’s brother is Matt’s best friend.

All Charlotte knows about Matt is that he’s the billionaire heir to a hospitality empire. All Matt knows about Charlotte is that she’s bound to break his heart. When a destination wedding fling turns into months of long-distance flirtation, Matt invites Charlotte to Ascend Red, his private resort where guests live out their wildest fantasies. Even limitless indulgence and abandoned inhibitions can’t satisfy his craving for something deeper with Charlotte. And Charlotte is beginning to think Matthew Ashe could be the one man she doesn’t want to walk away from…

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CHAPTER ONE

(Charlotte)

To take the pink bikini or not to take the pink bikini…

“You’re taking the pink bikini, right?”

I turned my dropped-jaw expression on my best friend. “Are you reading my mind?”

Sarrah shrugged, looking as effortlessly cool as ever as she lounged on the sofa that provided a line of demarcation between my bedroom area and my living room area. She tossed her glossy black ringlets, and the beads of her dangly boho earrings clicked together. “I’m just here to play costume designer.”

“I’m packing for my brother’s wedding. Not playing Madison Square Garden.” I turned back to the mound of clothing on my bed. I didn’t need a costume designer, but I definitely needed someone who could stop me from trying to take every item of clothing I owned along for my brother’s destination wedding.

Sarrah sighed her patented fed-up-with-Charlotte’s-bullshit sigh. “Packing for your brother’s wedding at a tropical resort—”

“It’s in South Carolina.”

“Packing for your brother’s wedding at a resort where there is still going to be a pool and an ocean and plenty of opportunities to wear the tiniest swimsuit you own,” Sarrah amended. “Believe me, you need to look hot. Twenty percent of married people met at other people’s weddings.”

“That’s not true.” I picked up a much safer pink gingham one-piece—when one lived in one’s parents’ pool-house-slash-guesthouse, one tended to have enough swimsuits to choose from.

“It’s probably not,” Sarrah conceded. “But you do know that at least one eligible bachelor will be there.”

“Ah yes.” I snorted a laugh. “The elusive billionaire my brother mooches off.”

“Says the woman who lives in her parents’ guesthouse,” Sarrah pointed out. “Besides, if you had a superrich best friend to finance an amazing destination wedding at a four-star resort—”

“Which he owns, okay?” I kept reminding everyone of that; it wasn’t like Matthew Ashe had dug deep into his pockets and saved his pennies to pay for my brother’s fiancé’s dream wedding.

“We take what we are offered.” She finished with a satisfied flourish of her wrists.

She had a point. My parents weren’t hurting financially—a guesthouse, for Chrissake—but they didn’t have resort-wedding-on-Hilton-Head money.

They would have, if you hadn’t wasted it. The closer the date of my brother’s wedding got, the more critical of myself I became. I didn’t want Sarrah’s evaluation of my situation to sting, but it did. I’d dropped out of college. I’d wasted a huge chunk of money that could have paid for a beautiful wedding for my brother. I had nothing to show for my frustrating, on-and-off relationship with college. They might as well have used those funds on the non-disappointing child.

“Isn’t the bride’s family supposed to pay for the wedding?” I grumbled under my breath.

“What?” Sarrah asked.

I shook my head. “Never mind. I think you’re probably right, though. Scott does have a lot of rich friends. Maybe it’s time to consider the life of a trophy wife.”

“Right, better get hitched before you’re an old maid.” Sarrah gave me two thumbs up. “You’re twenty-five and unmarried. You’re a burden to your parents.”

“I know you’re joking, but ouch.” Not that it was Sarrah’s fault my feelings were hurt. I’d spent most of my life feeling like I let everyone down. Especially my brother. Scott deserved a nice wedding.

And why was I being so bitter about the fact that his best friend was rich? I had the best best friend.

And she gave good advice. I wadded up the pink bikini and tossed it in my suitcase. “Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.”

“Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?”

I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.”

“Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out.

“Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

“Well, this weekend is as good a time as any to get to know one. Or two. At the same time.” She waggled her eyebrows.

I ignored her and zipped my suitcase shut. “There. One bag. Nobody can complain that I took too much.”

A knock on the door drew my attention. Through the blinds, I saw the tanned forearm that indicated my father was back from the golf course.

“It’s open,” I called.

“Hey, Sport,” Dad said as he stepped in. He noticed Sarrah on the couch. “And Sarrah. Am I interrupting?”

“I’m helping Charlotte winnow down her wardrobe choices, Mr. Holmes,” Sarrah said in her most kiss-ass voice.

“Good. There’s a weight limit on planes. We don’t want to crash.” Dad chuckled at his own remark.

I groaned inwardly and patted my suitcase. “This is the only one I’m taking.”

Dad’s expression took on a worried cast. “Are you feeling okay?”

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