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The Billionaire’s Valentine Vixen

Dani Wyatt

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by Dani Wyatt

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Contents

The Billionaire’s Valentine Vixen

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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What you can expect:

**An over-the-top alpha hero

**Always safe, no cheating

**A happily ever after age-gap, billionaire romance

**Lots of the swoony, gooey bits

**A smart heroine who doesn’t like to ask for help but finds sometimes,

a little help is all you need.

Valentine’s Day has come and gone and for Alice Sunderland it’s good riddance. It’s never been her holiday du jour and working at the seedy Sunshine Lounge being ogled and lusted after by a sea of men wearing wedding rings, her faith in true love is at an all-time low.

Roan Kenyon’s life was focused and that’s how he liked it. Making money and negotiating business deals with more commas than a run on sentence were his loves. Until his life takes a hard left turn, and he finds himself juggling his new father figure position to his niece, while keeping his business empire afloat.

Enter one epic snowstorm, a billionaire trying to negotiate with a four-year-old, a beauty down on her luck and you’ve got some off the charts post V-day magic. Top it off with one early flight home and Roan finds a naked surprise sleeping in his bed.

The odds are stacked against them, but can these two find the roses among the thorns? Or will one antique Celtic brooch and a secret leave them high and dry when it comes to love?

Author’s Note: For everyone who loves or hates Valentine’s Day, this is the insta-love you need. This older man loses the battle with temptation when the babysitter from heaven shows up on his doorstep. He’s obsessed from the moment he sees the February 15th snowflakes in her chocolate-brown hair, and he knows this is his most important negotiation ever. It’s way over-the-top, safe, no cheating and a happily ever after guaranteed.

Enjoy this second book in the Happily Ever AFTER the Holiday Series. All books happen just AFTER the holiday and have some related characters but can be read in any order.

1 Alice

“How much did you make last night?” My sister Lydia asks her favorite question. I grip the steering wheel tighter, listening to her cough through the speaker. “The club had a great night. Not many people know that Valentine’s Day is one of the busiest nights at a gentleman’s club.”

Gentleman’s club.

That’s funny. I haven’t seen a gentleman at The Sunshine Lounge since Marvin ‘Popcorn’ Wooster took over. The former owner who hired me ran a decent club. Dale kept it clean, the bouncers took care of the creeps, there were no ‘extracurricular’ activities allowed.

Now, it’s sticky carpet, private back rooms, drugs, gambling and the worst of the stereotypical things you’d imagine. And Popcorn fits right in. It’s hard to pin down his age but maybe sixty-five? Maybe seventy-five who knows with deep pockmarks in his face, a horrible greasy comb over and a bulbous nose that hints at decades of drinking the rot gut whiskey he always has handy.

His foggy white right eye, the result of being sprayed with mace at point blank range a few years ago by a dancer who apparently was tired of taking his shit, tops off his look.

“I made enough,” I answer Lydia, hoping she will leave it alone.

The chugging sound of the engine in my Buick seems louder with each passing mile and the snow is coming down harder making the road ahead pure white.

“You know we need to make a payment on the house, Alice. Can you come back later today? I need—”

We need to make a payment? I have my own dorm room at Marygrove where I’m in my freshman year, and I lived with my best friend Bria for the most part since my parents died so I wouldn’t have to change schools. Lydia decided to take the little bit of life insurance money we got as a down payment on a rundown house in another seedy town west of The Pines where we grew up.

So I’m not sure where this whole ‘we’ thing comes from when she needs money.

“I know. You told me last night. I’m going to Bria and Martel’s now. If I get there. The roads are getting crazy bad.”

“Bria’s? That’s like an hour each way. When will you be back?” Her question has more bite than before as I squint to make sure I’m keeping the tires on the two tracks showing on the road. “Maybe you could ask Bria for the money. She’s loaded now with Martel…”

“No.” I snap. “I’m not asking them for money Lydia.”

There’s been a more ominous sense of foreboding in Lydia’s pleas lately. I know things are tight, but I took this job to pay for my school, not bail out my older sister. Again.

The peaceful feeling I had when I woke up this morning is quickly fading. It’s Sunday and I have a short mid-winter break from classes, so I also took the time off work and jumped in my car. I’m heading down to see Bria and her fiancé, Martel, for a few days. Her life has done a one-eighty in the last couple months