The Billionaire Boys Club is a secret society. Six men of astonishing wealth. But there’s one thing money can’t buy. When it comes to love, success doesn’t come so easily…
Jonathan Lyons. Playboy, billionaire, and adventurer, he lives life on the edge. When he hears that his mentor, Dr. Phineas DeWitt, had a secret journal that leads to a legendary artifact, Jonathan takes action. It stirs his blood, but it comes with a heady challenge: DeWitt’s daughter Violet. She has what Jonathan needs. And she’s not giving it up it to the man who broke her heart.
Violet is Jonathan’s weakness—he’s still in love despite their volatile breakup a decade ago. But Violet’s memories have a sharper edge. She’s never forgiven him for abandoning her. Or so she thought. When Jonathan’s attentions turn seductive, she’s in danger of falling for him all over again. And she can’t help but wonder…does he really want her, or just what she’s hiding?
This is the first book I’ve read by Jessica Clare and I loved it. I’ve read some of her paranormal romances she writes under another name and really enjoyed them so I was excited to give one of her contemporaries a try. A story about a sexy billionaire adventurer sounded right up my alley. I’m hooked after reading Romancing the Billionaire. A hunt for an artifact leads to the rediscovered love of two people who fell in love when they were young. This was an emotional romance and I really enjoyed the characters. Jonathan is not afraid to show his emotions and do anything it takes to win back Violet. Violet is a strong woman on her own who knows her own mind. They’re chemistry is explosive. This is the fifth book in Jessica Clare’s Billionaire Boys Club Series and each book can be read as a standalone. I’m going to go back and read the other books. Overall this was a great emotional love story that I recommend for contemporary romance lovers.
*Review copy provided by Berkley/NAL in exchange for an honest review.
Series Reading Order: http://jillmyles.com/series/billionaire-boys-club/
“Since we’re on the subject of poetry, do you know more?”
“More poetry?” he asked her, distracted. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t recall you being a poetry buff when I knew you before,” she teased. “If I remember correctly, I was the one with the English minor.”
His mouth crooked in a half-smile as he put the tablet away and leaned back in his chair, focusing his attention on Violet. “I had a change of heart about the English language after we parted. I ended up minoring in English Poetry, actually. Major in business. It’s a weird combination.”
“I’ll say.” She was fascinated, though. Business and . . . poetry? Had she influenced that? Did he take up his love of poetry because he’d wanted to be closer to her? Violet’s heart squeezed. “Can you recite me something?”
“No, the starting lineup of the New York Yankees.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course, poetry.”
A smile flashed across his face. He rubbed his chin, thinking, and then turned to her, eyes gleaming. “How about some more Shelley?”
She shrugged. “That’s fine. Hit me with it.”
“You don’t ‘hit’ people with poetry. You astound them with your eruditeness and your learning.” He wagged his eyebrows at her.
Violet laughed and shook her head. “Just hit me with it already!”
He made a great show of clearing his throat, and Violet couldn’t stop laughing. Then, grinning at her, he began to softly recite.
“The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle—
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;—
What is all this sweet work worth,
If thou kiss not me?”
The breath caught in Violet’s throat. He’d recited every line in an achingly tender voice, gazing directly at her. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes, the soft caress of his words. Her heart fluttered and she was filled with longing for him, for what they’d had once upon a time, back before everything changed and went to hell.
Her hand lifted to his cheek and she gently stroked the curve of his jaw with the backs of her fingers, admiring his beauty, his intensity, his love for her burning in his eyes.
And she wanted to experience that again. So badly. She was terrified of it, though. What if she fell for him again and he hurt her worse than before? She wouldn’t be able to handle it.
And yet . . . she couldn’t stop touching him. Her fingers brushed under his chin and she tilted his face toward hers, compelled.
The look in Jonathan’s eyes was smoky with need. “What is all this sweet work worth?” he whispered, leaning in. “If thou kiss not me?”
Hell if she knew the answer to that. She kissed him.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Jessica Clare writes under three pen names. As Jessica Clare, she writes erotic contemporary romance. As Jessica Sims, she writes fun, sexy shifter paranormals. She also has a third pen name, because three is more fun than two. As Jill Myles, she writes a little bit of everything, from sexy, comedic urban fantasy to fairy tales gone wrong.
She lives in a teeny tiny town in North Texas that has no Starbucks, which is a cruel and unusual punishment. She spends her time with her husband, pets, and Keurig. Because, coffee.