Title: The Billionaire Banker
Author: Georgia Le Carre
Publisher: Georgia Le Carre
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.
breathtakingly handsome, Blake Law Barrington
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.
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
his astonished, vicious eyes at Lana’s.
‘You offered yourself to him too?’
her. She feels herself cringe.
how much you charge?’
will be able to afford her?’ asks Blake.
the way a leech that has had salt thrown on it does. ‘This is why you invited me here, isn’t
he taunts, but his jibe lacks any real bite.
‘The great Barrington
can’t find his own whore. He has to
her,’ Blake notes reasonably. ‘I just
offered to pay more.’
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.
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.
shrugs. He knows he’d be a fool to go
against a Barrington. He has much to lose. ‘If you think I’m going to fight over her
you’re mistaken. Have her.’
heel and leaves.
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?’
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old 19th century romantic cottage surrounded by a magical garden filled with
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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.