May 26, 2023

Read Burning For The Billionaire by Hope Paris #Romance #Contemporary #ActionAdventure #Erotic

Book Title: Burning for the Billionaire
By: Hope Paris


*** ๐—”๐—ป ๐—”๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ผ๐—ป #๐Ÿญ ๐—•๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฟ- ๐—ก๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ฆ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ***

๐—˜๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธโ€ฆ

๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ: My job is gone, my boyfriend dumped me, and my apartment is up in flames โ€“ with me inside it. But maybe life owes me a breakโ€ฆ because when my savior arrives in the form of a mysterious hunk of a fireman, something begins to simmer deep inside of me. I think Iโ€™m in love, and Iโ€™ve never even seen his face.

๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป: When I rescue Grace from that fire, it isnโ€™t just the adrenaline thatโ€™s making my heart go wild. Grace can laugh in the face of death, and she makes me smile like nobody else can. Iโ€™m used to dancing with danger, but this is getting all-too-realโ€ฆ

Sheโ€™s a young student who just lost everything. Heโ€™s a mysterious firefighter hiding a big secret. Having earned a reputation as closed-off and controlling, Rowan is happy to stick to himself and keep his heart firmly locked up. But when he saves a charming and witty young woman, it ignites his heart in ways he never imagined.

Grace is too innocent for his hardened, domineering personality โ€“ and sheโ€™s over a decade younger. Rowan knows that any relationship is bound to end in heartbreak anyways. But the longer he spends time with her, the more he finds that keeping his hands to himself is impossibleโ€ฆ

Will the spark between them grow into a passionate and fiery love affair? Or is their unlikely love doomed to burn out?

๐——๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ผ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜-๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜‡๐˜‡๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—”๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐—ผ๐—ป #๐Ÿญ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—›๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€โ€™ ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—•๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—•๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€. With a domineering alpha, an alluring storyline, and a billionaire firefighter youโ€™re bound to fall for, you wonโ€™t want to miss this first installment.

๐—š๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„โ€ฆ


๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐Ÿญ

The thick smoke in the air invades my lungs, and I cough uncontrollably. Stumbling through my bedroom, I think about how my life has spiraled in the last couple of months. Lately, Iโ€™ve felt as if Iโ€™ve hit rock bottom. No, it isnโ€™t just a feeling. I really am at the lowest point in my life.
Hiding my nose in the crook of my elbow, I hurry to the window leading to the fire escape. My last sliver of hope that I might make it out of here dies when I try pushing the window up and it wonโ€™t budge.
Reminded that the stupid window has been stuck for weeks, I groan. Iโ€™ve pestered my landlord tirelessly about the danger of my blocked fire escape. Unfortunately, sheโ€™s an old lady who forgets things a minute after you tell her.
Briefly, I wonder if Mrs. Walsh is okay. If the place is on fire, sheโ€™ll need help to make it out. Iโ€™m not sure how bad things are because I just woke up to the place filled with smoke. There were no fire alarms or smoke detector alertsโ€”naturally, since this old building is one strong wind away from collapsing and nothing works properly in this place.
I figure the big guy upstairs took pity on me and woke me up. Things havenโ€™t been going my way for a while, so surely, he doesnโ€™t want me to die on top of everything else. Blindly feeling my way through my apartment, I try to be optimistic. Maybe the fire isnโ€™t that bad, and I can use the staircase to escape. Thereโ€™s a definite downside to living on the eighth floor.
When I make it to the front door, I sigh my reliefโ€”or sputter, rather, because the smoke is stifling. Reaching for the doorknob, I let out a cry. The metal is blistering hot. Pain laces my palm and I jump back reflexively.
Thatโ€™s not a good sign. All the fire safety classes I took in school come rushing back. My scalding hot doorknob means the fire is dangerously close and I shouldnโ€™t open the door. Yet, I really want to. There could still be a chance of escape.
Iโ€™ve been told that I can be foolishly optimistic sometimes. I guess this is one of those moments. Grabbing a jacket from the coat hanger beside the door, I wrap it around the doorknob.
What greets me on the other side makes my heart sink into my ass. Thereโ€™s a full-blown inferno blazing in the hallway. Thereโ€™s no way out for me. Slamming the door shut, I back away from the door. Now this is truly rock bottom.
โ€œIt canโ€™t get any worse,โ€ I whisper hoarsely. My throat is already burning from the smoke.
I shouldnโ€™t have said that out loud, because luck screws me over once more. A loud cracking sound comes from above. Looking up with dismay, I see the plasterboard tearing away and I move just as a huge chunk falls right where I was standing.
Panic sets in and I spin around in circles, not sure what to do. The thunderous sound of the ceiling dislodging jolts me back to my senses. Thinking fast, I dive under the wooden coffee table and curl into a fetal position. With my hands covering my head and my eyes tightly shut, I listen to what sounds like the entire ceiling collapsing. Shaking like a leaf, I pop one eye open and try to kick away the debris. Itโ€™s no use. Still, I keep trying, putting more muscle into it. Nothing.
Itโ€™s dark and Iโ€™m trapped in a tiny space. At least on the floor I can breathe a little better. And by some miracle, I wasnโ€™t killed by the collapsed ceiling. There are only stinging sensations on my legs, indicating some scrapes. But I know Iโ€™m going to die, anyway. My little cocoon will soon be engulfed in flames.
Trying to hold back tears, I think about the last two months. I lost my job and have been one step away from eviction. Iโ€™ve also come very close to having to drop out of school. Then, my dick of a boyfriend dumped me for the hippie lady that runs his favorite cannabis shopโ€”I hope he chokes on all his free weed. Now, Iโ€™m trapped in my burning apartment, about to lose my life.
I take back what I said earlier. Things can get way worse. They already have.

Meet Hope Paris

Hope Paris is an Amazon #1 Best Selling Author and she’s addicted to romance… To her, it’s the perfect escape from the mundane, an excuse to dive into her imagination. She’s mostly writing short stories, emotionally filled with twists & turns and a lot of heat! Hot Billionaires are currently her obsession ๐Ÿ™‚ She also likes having strong heroines that know how to deal with these alphas…Make sure to subscribe to her newsletter & get FREE access to her personal library. You’ll receive special deals on her releases, giveaways & much more!
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