The Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin Mate
By Diana Seere
(Billionaire Shifters Club, #2)
Publication date: October 11th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal
By Diana Seere
(Billionaire Shifters Club, #2)
Publication date: October 11th 2016
Genres: Adult, Paranormal
McDermott
“Derry” Stanton is an old-money playboy
who
sleeps his way through half the world, one willing
woman
at a time. A bear shifter, he never hibernates alone.
Sometimes even one woman
isn’t enough. But when this
irresistible billionaire meets Jessica Murphy,
everything
changes. The man who views life as a female feast suddenly
acquires
more discerning tastes. The only woman who can
satisfy him now…
Is
Jessica Murphy. He must have her. Immediately. Frequently.
Jess,
however, doesn’t want any man, least of all a spoiled
playboy who’s about to
become her brother-in-law. A
pre-med student with deep ambitions and a past
filled with
painful rejection, she’s all business.
Too
bad Derry Stanton is her business. A frequent customer
at the Platinum Club
where she waits tables, and now the
best man to her maid of honor in her
sister’s wedding, the
guy is everywhere. And pretty soon, she finds herself
everywhere, too. In his arms, on his bed, between the
sheets….
But
sex is the last thing she needs.
Or
it was until she meets Derry and starts hearing the Beat.
And feeling a
connection she’d never imagined, never
dreamed, never hoped for. It’s all too
unbearably good.
The
Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin Mate is the second book in the
Billionaire
Shifters Club series by Diana Seere, the
paranormal pen name for two New York
Times and USA
Today bestselling romantic comedy authors. This book is a
standalone *within* a series.
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Welcome
to the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo
Club. Novo is Latin for
“change.” Our members prefer the
word “shift” though.
It’s
the hottest club in town.
The
price of membership is your heart and your secrecy.
All
you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest
imagination by
someone powerful with an…alpha side so
primal it’s in their blood.
Are
you ready?
Good.
Then let’s begin.
The
Billionaire Shifters Club is a new series featuring the five
Stanton siblings,
four brothers and one sister who are all
part of an ancient shifter family
living in modern America.
The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the
streets of
Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and
their
fellow shifters know.
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Jess Murphy walked through the wide doors
into the opulent lobby below the Platinum Club, surprised by the butterflies
fluttering in her stomach. The building was more luxurious than she’d expected,
every inch of glass, steel, and marble gleaming like freshly minted coins.
Well-dressed men and women hurried around her over the shiny floors.
“Can I help you?” asked a man from behind a
vast reception desk decorated with fruit and flowers. He wore a black suit, had
gray hair, and sounded like a British butler in a classic film.
“I’m Jessica Murphy,” she said. “I’m, uh,
it’s my first night working at the Platinum Club.”
The man tapped something on his screen. “You
are expected on eleven,” he said. “You can take either the public or the
service elevator.”
She glanced at the posh lobby, the posh
people. “I’ll take the service one. Where is it?”
He gestured at a side door behind him.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a deep breath
as she walked across the marble floors.
Jess had to remind herself that this was only
a waitressing job. There was no reason to be nervous; this wasn’t an important
career move for her, just a way to pay for medical school. Because the club’s
clientele was so elite, the job paid insanely well, and incoming staff members,
at all levels, were screened meticulously.
In fact, she’d been hired almost a month ago,
yet this was the first time she was stepping foot in the place. Instead of
working tables right away, as she’d expected, she’d had to visit a notary and
sign a dozen nondisclosure agreements—and then submit to a background check,
personality test, and three phone interviews.
Now, finally, she could actually begin working.
She walked through a doorway into a space
that looked older than the lobby, found a vintage-elevator call button, and
popped a mint into her mouth as she waited for the car to arrive.
She could imagine her sister Lilah feeling
exactly how Jess was feeling now, fighting her nerves on her first day as she
thought of all the famous, powerful people upstairs.
Lilah had worked at the Platinum Club until
last month, when she’d shacked up with her billionaire love god, Gavin Stanton.
In fact, they were already planning their wedding. No more money worries for
her.
No more worries of any kind, apparently.
The changes that had come over Lilah in the
past couple of months made Jess uncomfortable. She was glad Lilah was happy,
but it had happened much too fast. At one point, her sister had been so
sex-crazed she’d claimed her rich boyfriend had turned into an animal.
Jess sighed. Lilah had always been too lusty
for her own good, too easily enchanted by a pretty face.
Gavin Stanton certainly had that. And the
rest of him wasn’t bad either. Not Jess’s type, but… not bad.
Shaking her head, Jess walked into the car—a
gorgeous old thing with wood paneling—and pressed the button for the eleventh
floor as instructed. Time to focus on the job at hand. Love was the last thing
on her agenda. And sex was second to last. If she was going to survive the long
slog through med school and internships to become a doctor, she couldn’t get
distracted with trivialities. She had to keep her eye on the prize. Work,
school, work, school, work. And more work.
The elevator stopped, not on the eleventh
floor, but the tenth. Jess looked down at herself, uneasy with the tight jeans
and T-shirt she wore. They’d told her the club would provide a uniform when she
arrived. Hopefully whoever joined her in the elevator was just another wage
slave, not anyone important in management. She wanted to make a good impression
on her first day. Her impressively curvy figure looked respectable in formal
clothes, but in a T-shirt, her F-cup chest had a knack for distracting people.
Damn, I should’ve worn a jacket. But it had been so
hot today. Autumn in Boston could still get steamy.
The doors slid open, revealing an extremely
tall, thickly muscular man with long black hair and bright blue eyes that slid
over her body so thoroughly she sucked in a breath.
Talk about steamy. Now this guy was her
type. He was huge. Dark. Powerful.
Dangerous.
She felt beads of sweat form at the small of
her back, under her breasts, her arms. What had he bathed in that
morning—testosterone? She could smell it. She could taste it. She
couldn’t help sucking it in, breath after breath, eager for another hit.
A slow smile spread over his full, sensual
lips. “Why, hello there,” he said. Was that a British accent?
Every alarm bell she had was clamoring so
loudly in her head, she was amazed she’d been able to hear him speak.
“Hi,” she said, stepping aside instinctively.
Getting too close to this man would be a mistake.
“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure.” Oh,
crap. It was a British accent. He held out a hand. “McDermott Stanton. My
intimates call me Derry.”
  
Expected publication:
November 15th 2016
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Diana Seere was raised by wolves in the forests
outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she
spends in packs these days is at romance writing
conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times
and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to
write shifter romance and have more fun. You can
find “her” on Facebook at Diana Seere’s Facebook
Great excerpt and love the cover.
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