Description:
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.
* * *
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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About the Author:
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 Page: http://www.facebook.com/dianaseere. Sign up for her New Releases and Sales email
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Excerpt:
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 .”
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