Billionaire's Game Series

I execute many roles: owner of the NHL's Carolina Reapers, CFO of Silas Tech, and genuine fan of all things professional sports. One thing I'm not? Chaotic. I've made my billions off of structure, discipline, and very little risk. So when a friend asks if bombshell romance author Daisy Lewis can shadow me for a month while researching characters for her upcoming release, I don't hesitate to say yes. I mean, she's an author, it's ninety percent typing and quiet time, right? Wrong.

I wear several labels: owner of the NFL's Raleigh Raptors, heir to the Rutherford empire, and certified adrenaline junkie. One label I'll never wear? Reckless. I may love skydiving and touring live volcanoes, but risking my life is easy. My heart? That's another thing entirely. For years I've kept my best friend and personal assistant Brynn Allen in the strictly platonic section of my wild life, but she's owned me since high school. She's smart, funny, logical, brilliant, and beyond gorgeous. To put it plainly, she's perfection wrapped in a tempting little package.

I'm called many things: owner of the MLB's Charleston Hurricanes, perpetual bachelor, and the biggest asshole this side of home plate. I've never had a problem with that. Until now. My infamous temper has landed me in serious trouble. The answer to my salvation is a life coach. I have to complete three months of anger management sessions or I can kiss my ownership status goodbye.

I hold several titles: NHL Calgary Team Owner, McClaren Empire Heir, and Insatiable Playboy. My friends believe I'm more likely to walk on the moon than hold down a monogamous relationship, and that's never bothered me . . . Until now. Call me cocky, but I don't like being told I can't do...