Description:
A masquerade
ball in Malibu
led to a single night of passion under the stars… and set the wheels of fate in
motion.
Three years
ago, waitress Kara Jablonski gave in to her wilder side with a fellow
weretiger, the rock star billionaire Lars Jensen, a sun-kissed blond drummer
with a viking's build. Six weeks later, the pregnancy test came back positive.
Knowing Lars'
powerful, overbearing mother would be able to take the baby away, Kara did what
she had to do.
She hid him.
Now chance
has brought Lars back into her life, his touch making her pulse beat like the
old legends. So strong, so loud, so bold.
So right.
But can she
trust him to want more than another night under the stars? Can she trust him to
claim his son as his heir... and Kara as his mate?
Fate responds
with a roar...
The
Billionaire Shifter's Secret Baby is a novella that stars Lars Jensen, a member
of a shifter family with viking blood featured in earlier books in the series,
and is part of the Howls Romance series as well: http://howlsromance.com
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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.
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Excerpt:
Under normal circumstances, Kara Jablonski would’ve been
happy to pause and admire the towering blond god as he strode across the
elegant lobby below the Platinum Club. His expensive black suit was obviously
custom-made, cut perfectly to his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and powerful
thighs. Above the impressive physique, thick hair swept away from his forehead
in loose waves, gleaming like gold in the sunlight pouring in through the
Boston skyscraper’s high windows. His eyes were a piercing cobalt blue. And
even more stunning than the rest of him, one perfect dimple indented his chin
as if kissed by a naughty, slutty angel.
Right… there. She could almost feel it under her lips.
Under normal circumstances, she would’ve taken the time to
drink in every inch of him, knowing he’d never notice a girl like her even if
she were openly drooling like a starving stray cat.
Meow.
But this was not a normal circumstance.
Heart thudding against her ribs, Kara lifted her bag in front
of her face and scurried behind a row of potted ficus trees. After a moment,
she risked peeking through the leaves at the god.
No, not a god.
A weretiger.
The breath seeped out of her, leaving her limp. How dare he
look so good, so beautiful, so… unchanged?
Two years, almost three. But he hadn’t aged a day. Of course,
shifters had exceptionally long lives, even shifters from the poor, forgotten
branches of the breed—like her.
But she was certain she had aged a lifetime in the past two
years, almost three. Everything had changed since that night.
Everything.
What was he doing here? If she’d ever thought he would show
up in Boston, let alone this building, she never would’ve taken the waitressing
job at the Platinum Club. So far as she knew, he wasn’t even an American. He
was a globe-trotting playboy, he and his brothers loaded with as much old money
as the Stantons, the powerful family of shifters who owned this building.
Well, she assumed they did. When Eva called her about working
here, she’d implied as much. Eva, also a shifter of modest means, although not
as modest as Kara’s, managed the Platinum Club. Eva was always looking for good
waitstaff, she’d said, especially lately since there had been unusually high
turnover.
He should be out in the world, enjoying his wealth, prestige,
and gorgeousness—in both man and tiger form. He shouldn’t be parading around
Boston when she was just figuring how to get through her life without him, not
that she’d ever had her life with him, except for that one night. She and Nana
had just moved into a two-bedroom apartment, and this job had an elite
clientele with a salary to match. A salary they needed desperately.
Where’d he go? She peered through the branches again, an
uncontrollable sigh drifting out of her.
He was out of sight and out of her life.
Again.
Another sigh.
Seeing him wasn’t only painful, but dangerous. However, as
tempted as she was to turn and run out of the building and never look
back—perhaps even shifting to speed her escape—she straightened her spine and
held her ground.
She couldn’t leave. She needed this job. They all did. The
days of only thinking of herself had passed.
After waiting another minute, she stepped out from behind the
potted trees and walked to the elevator. Although the waitresses had a dressing
room they could use before their shifts, Kara preferred to work as she’d
arrived, in her favorite black dress and ballet flats. She liked how it made
her invisible—or maybe she liked an excuse for why most people didn’t notice
her, and even men she’d danced with, men she’d kissed, men she’d— Well, even
they seemed capable of completely forgetting her. Easier to blame it on her
boring clothes than on her face, body, or personality.
He’d walked within five feet of her and hadn’t even blinked.
Neither one of his golden-lashed eyelids over his sapphire-blue irises had
flickered a millimeter. She’d even gasped a little when he’d stepped in front
of her. All morning, in fact, she’d been as jumpy as a cat at a pool party,
sweating too much, breathing too fast—she’d thought it was nerves about
starting the new job.
But it was nerves about him.
The father of her child.
And he didn’t even know her name.
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