Love Not Betrayal

Love Not Betrayal is a sexy BWWM billionaire romance novella.

Ecotourism entrepreneur Karlene Collins has a cheating ex-boyfriend, a defunct business, and a depleted bank account. So, when a lawyer calls from Kismet to say that her late aunt Nanette maybe left her one million dollars, Karlene is on the next plane to the Caribbean island. Karlene fled from the island after a two-month stay ten years earlier, and, bitter to the bitter end, Nanette still seeks revenge for a long-ago wrong. To claim the money, Karlene must not only marry within two days, but Nanette’s lawyer must also confirm that Karlene is sexually intimate with her husband.

Billionaire (former) paper magnate Vincenzo Ferri comes to Kismet to nurse a grudge against the family who betrayed him and the ex-fiancée who played him. He needs the land Karlene will inherit to prove to the world that he still has what it takes to build another billion-dollar business. He knows his effect on women, and he plans to use every tool — every tool — at his disposal to convince her to marry him and sell him the land for his next pulp and paper mill.

Karlene wants one million dollars. But will she marry for money? Will she have sex for money? Will she once again let her emotions ruin her life? Whom can she trust? The ruthless Italian billionaire with whom she shares combustible chemistry and who only wants her for her property? The proper English lawyer who is just a touch too in control and only wants her for her money? Or what about the cheating American ex-fiancé who ruined her life and business?

Chapter One:

The will is quite explicit ...."

Karlene could tell that the blue-eyed pirate who sat at the table behind Glen was listening to their conversation. Bluebeard (her name for him because he was sporting a five o’clock shadow at two in the afternoon) did not even pretend that he was not listening as Glen explained that Karlene’s aunt, who had died, had maybe left her one million dollars.

One million ducats. Karlene was in the Caribbean, after all, and a handsome, tanned swashbuckler with wind-tousled midnight hair and eyes the color of the ocean was checking her out. They all sat on the beachfront patio at the Mediteribbean Café on Kismet Beach. Bluebeard studied Karlene with a scary-flattering intensity as honey-brown liquid sweated in a rocks glass between his loose, blunt-tipped fingers. Sunglasses atop his head held back large, black curls, and more dark whorls peeked from between the unbuttoned placket of his white linen shirt. He looked cool and relaxed and with just enough stubble to make a girl go, “Aargh.” He screamed Trouble, of course, and Karlene had had enough of Trouble. So, she shifted her eyes away from the handsome man and focused on the sea. She imagined herself floating on that sapphire surf, the sun warm on her face, and her body light as a feather on a wave of one million doubloons.

With that vision fixed in her mind, she turned her eyes back to Glen. “Maybe left me one million dollars?”

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