“An amazing read…Lemmon’s knack for creating authentically flawed, vulnerable characters readers can identify and sympathize with shines again in her latest.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Lemmon manages to make me swoon, laugh, and become connected to all of the characters in this small town…My biggest problem thus far is deciding which Bad Boy I love more.”
—CaffeinatedBookReviewer.com
BRINGING HOME THE BAD BOY
“Clever, romantic, and utterly unforgettable.”
—Lauren Layne, USA Today bestselling author “Everything I love in a romance.”
—Lori Foster, New York Times bestselling author “4? stars! A sexy gem of a read that will tug at the heartstrings…A heartfelt plot infused with both emotionally tender and raw moments makes this a story that readers will savor.”
—RT Book Reviews
THE MILLIONAIRE AFFAIR
“Fast-paced, well-written, and impossible to put down.”
—HarlequinJunkie.com
“Landon and Kimber’s banter is infectious as their chemistry sizzles. Smartly written with a narrative infused with humor and snark, this modern-day romance is a keeper.”
—RT Book Reviews
“I have always loved Jessica Lemmon’s books and have enjoyed reading this series. She has again captured me with her magnificent writing and characters.”
—NightOwlReviews.com
HARD TO HANDLE
“[Aiden is] a perfect balance of a sensitive, heart-on-his-sleeve guy who is as sexy and ‘alpha’ as they come…A real romance that’s not about dominance but equality and mutual need—while not sacrificing hotness factor. A rare treat.”
—PolishedBookworm.com
“[Aiden is] a fantastic character. He is a motorcycle-riding, tattooed, rebel kind of guy with a huge heart. What’s not to love?”
—RomanceRewind.blogspot.com
CAN’T LET GO
“This novella was long enough to get me hooked on Aiden and Sadie and short enough to leave me wanting more…The chemistry between the characters is fan-worthy and the banter is a great addition. The writing style draws readers in.”
—BSReviewers.blogspot.com
TEMPTING THE BILLIONAIRE
“A smashing debut! Charming, sexy, and brimming with wit—you’ll be adding Jessica Lemmon to your bookshelves for years to come!”
—Heidi Betts, USA Today bestselling author
Merina Van Heusen will do anything to keep her parents’ boutique hotel in business—even marry cold-as-ice but hot-as-hell billionaire bachelor Reese Crane. It’s a simple business deal: six months of marriage, absolute secrecy, and the Van Heusen is all hers again. But Merina never expected to fall in love with her husband…
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The Billionaire Bachelor
Chapter 1
The Van Heusen Hotel was the love of Merina Van Heusen’s life. The historical building dominated the corner of Rush and East Chicago Avenue, regal and beautiful, a living work of art.
Her parents’ hotel had once been the Bell Terrace, home away from home to celebrities such as Audrey Hepburn, Sammy Davis Jr., and, more recently, Lady Gaga and the late Robin Williams. The original structure perished in the Chicago fires, only to be resurrected bigger, better, and more beautiful.
There was a life lesson in there.
After the last heir from the Bell family died (roughly forty-some years ago), the hotel fell into disrepair. Enter a couple of dreamers a decade later: Merina’s newly engaged parents and their fresh-eyed vision of restoring the Bell Terrace to its original glory. Jolie and Mark Van Heusen fell in love in this city and revived the hotel, their focus on preserving every meaningful nick and dent—right down to the table where James Dean scrawled his signature with a knife in the Bell Terrace Restaurant.
Latte in hand, Merina breathed in the air in the lobby, the scent a mix of vanilla and cinnamon. Faint, but reminiscent of the famed dessert invented right here back in the 1800s: the snickerdoodle. On her way past Arnold, who stood checking someone into the hotel, she snagged one of the fresh-baked cookies off a plate and winked at him.
The dark-skinned older man slid her a smile and winked an eye at her. Having practically grown up here, the VH was her second home. Arnold had started out as a bellman and worked here for as long she could remember. He was as good as family.
She dumped her purse in her office, finished her cookie, but held on to the latte while she meandered down the hallways, checking to make sure there were no trays outside the doors that needed collecting. At the end of the corridor on the first floor, she saw a man outside one of the rooms, drill whirring away.
“Excuse me,” she called. Then had to call again to be heard over the sound. When she came into view, he paused the drilling and looked up at her.