When you feel lonely on those long winter nights Here I have three full-length independent novels. These are for readers who love alpha males keeping you company as they fight for what they want. Make sure you have a fan nearby because you will need it. Contains the following books: Book One: The Forbidden Babysitter: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Nightclub Sins, # 1) A little boy needs me. A grown man needs me. And I finally have to get rid of my virginity ... Anticipation and sadness are a rare combination, but that's exactly how I feel when I start babysitting for my older brother's best friend. The two-year-old has been abandoned by his own mother and needs me badly. I can be there for the poor boy. But then I fall in love. Both in the son and in the father. My family, with their strong protective instinct, will have nothing against my love for the child. But my love for the man who shouldn't touch me? Well, no one will agree with that. Book Two: Masked Pleasure: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Nightclub Sins, # 2) A passionate night turned into a lifelong responsibility ... The little beauty immediately caught my attention. The sexy negligee she wore emphasized her sensual body, even if a mask hid her face from me. But I conquered it and took it as often as I wanted. She was mine that night. My little slave gave me everything I asked of her. My touch made her lose control, giving me more than ever before to any other man. Ultimately, she gave me more than I ever expected ... Book Three: Nightclub Surprise: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Nightclub Sins, # 3) She was young, mature, and ready, and I had to go to war ... The full moon brought us together. The war almost tore us apart. The night that I thought would be our first and last let us experience an ecstasy that neither of us could forget. The memory of her young, firm, virginal body that gave itself to me, I always carried in my heart. When I saw her again everything came back - waves of pleasure and memories of a hot night. She had a little boy with her. His hair and eyes were like mine, and he had the same crooked smile. Her full pink lips were more than ready to taste my mouth again but she didn't say a word about who the boy's father was. Even if he was my son I was in no shape to be the father that he needed. And I was in no shape to be the man she needed. The war had broken me in a way that seemed irreparable

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