Georgia Le Carre lives in
, in an
old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with
fruit and walnut trees. When she is not
feeding words into her laptop, she is either curled up in bed with a box of
chocolates and a good read, or lost in a long walk in the woods. Especially on
moonlit nights. And often with the man
of her dreams. England
Her latest book is the erotic romance The Billionaire Banker.
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Time is running out for Lana Bloom. She needs money desperately and fast. And all she has left to sell is her beautiful body. When she walks into that exclusive restaurant she does not know that the highest bidder will not be the rich man she has accompanied into the restaurant.
Utterly confident and breathtakingly handsome, Blake Law
is the fourth generation of an illustrious banking family. He has everything he desires, and everything
under control. As is the custom in the
great, old houses, marriage is a time of consolidation and expansion. He is due to marry Victoria Montgomery, daughter
of the Fourth Earl of Hardwicke. Barrington
If he had left that restaurant five minutes earlier he would not have seen the girl in the cheap orange dress and the six-inch high plastic platforms walk in.
And his carefully constructed universe would still be intact…
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Rupert directs his astonished, vicious eyes at Lana’s. ‘You offered yourself to him too?’
Lana stares mutely at Rupert. His eyes move derisively, hatefully over her. She feels herself cringe.
‘Does he know how much you charge?’
‘Do you doubt I will be able to afford her?’ asks Blake.
Rupert shrivels the way a leech that has had salt thrown on it does. ‘This is why you invited me here, isn’t it?’
‘What a joke!’ he taunts, but his jibe lacks any real bite. ‘The great
can’t find his own whore. He has to
steal mine.’ Barrington
‘I didn’t steal her,’ Blake notes reasonably. ‘I just offered to pay more.’
Rupert’s eyes bulge, bug-like. ‘She’s just a cheap bloody tart. I’ve just finger-fucked her out there,’ he taunts maliciously, jerking his dandruff-laden head in the direction of the door.
Lana feels Blake’s hand tighten around her waist. ‘Consider it an unearned freebie, then,’ he says quietly, but there is warning in the calm words. A warning that is not lost on Rupert. The air becomes tight with tension. Lana looks from one man to the other. It is like watching two lions fighting for supremacy. But her body knows which lion she wants to win this fight.
Rupert shrugs. He knows he’d be a fool to go against a
. He has much to lose. ‘If you think I’m going to fight over her
you’re mistaken. Have her.’ Barrington
He turns on his heel and leaves.
Blake lets go of Lana. She realizes she is trembling. She leans against the desk, hating herself, but unable to stop—nothing is more important than the money—she asks, ‘Did you mean it about the money?’