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He pulls me back to the pillows and covers us in blankets. We snuggle together, naked, for what feels like the first time in months. It’s my favorite feeling in the entire world. Nothing can touch us here.

“I missed you.” I breathe softly.

“I missed you, Kate,” he murmurs against my neck. “Sleep, my love. Sleep.”

We lay entwined under a heavy duvet, our son sleeping a room away, and naked bodies reacquainted with one another. There is nothing on this earth I could ask for that would be more perfect than this.





His Prize:

A Second Chance

Billionaire Romance





She’s not getting away this time.

My billion-dollar company ran a competition that swept the nation.

First prize?

One week at my Caribbean mansion.

I can’t believe my eyes when the winner steps off the plane.

Olivia King.

The girl who wouldn’t go to prom with me.

I never expected her to win my prize.

But now that she’s here, I’m going to give it to her over and over.



*** A steamy STANDALONE contemporary romance with a smoking hot hero. No cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.***





CHAPTER ONE





OLIVIA KING





I can’t wait to bury my toes in warm white sand.

Peering out the window, I watch as the clouds buoy the private jet in its journey across the sky.

Sighing, I tear my eyes away from the peaceful view and marvel at my luck.

The last two weeks flash through my mind as I take in the opulence of the plane that is transporting me from little old Tennessee to Turks and Caicos.

Spacious leather seating, wood-grain trimmings and a gracious stewardess to cater to my every need.

Everything is at my fingertips all because I randomly entered a contest on a social media app that Winnie couldn’t stop raving about.

After downloading the Discover Travel app, I entered the contest by answering a simple question: How has traveling changed your life?

Sticking to the truth, I instead shared how the absence of travel had shaped my life. All the flights I never booked. All the adventures I’d never had. As well as how much I wanted to change that.

Now, it’s happening.

I could kiss Winnie on the forehead for her pesky insistence.

As if she can sense that I’m thinking about her, my phone vibrates as a new message comes through. Thanks to the complimentary WiFi on the flight, I’m still able to utilize my phone’s cloud messaging feature.

Don’t forget about my shout out!

When I land, I’m set to meet the creator of the app, Bash Something-or-other. What kind of name is that? Cameras will be present to capture him giving me my prize of one-million dollars, as well as the keys to the private house I’ll be staying in for the duration of my one-week stay on the southernmost island of Turks and Caicos.

I have dinner tonight with the creator of the app as part of the contest, then the rest of the week is mine to fill with whatever I want to do.

The meet and greet is set to stream live on the app as well as Good Morning America. The thought of so many eyes on me is nerve-racking but at least I’ll be fashionable while I’m sweating bullets.

With Winnie’s help, I went shopping earlier this week and nearly maxed out the one credit card I had.

Grinning, I tap out a reply to my best friend.

Couldn’t forget it for the world. I’m so freaking excited!!

I followed the exclamatory text with a string of emojis to further convey my excitement.

I’m excited for you, sweetie.

I type out another message.

I wish you were here with me.

The original plan was for Winnie to act as my plus one for the duration of the trip. However, her boss overturned his approval for her vacation request at the last minute when a big project came up.

So I’m flying solo. Literally.

I’ll make it up to you, doll. Just relax and soak it in. You deserve this break more than anyone I know. Enjoy every second.

My heart squeezes at her sweet words.

Thanks, hon. See ya in a week! Kisses

Seconds later, my phone buzzes in my lap. I laugh looking down at the screen.

And don’t forget to tell me all about your island fling. I want to hear every detail.

Snickering, I return my gaze back to the window and get lost in my thoughts.

For some reason, Winnie is convinced that I’m going to find a handsome stranger and engage in all sorts of lewd acts during my short stay. She claims I can use the “release” and an island fling is the perfect way to get my feet wet again after such a dry spell.

I haven’t dated anyone seriously in years.

Not since my ex, Jordan, who failed to mention he’d been planning his wedding the whole time we were involved. One morning, I’d logged into my Facebook account during a break at the nursing home and nearly lost my breakfast.