Players gonna play, but can a wild, untamable, alpha, billionaire player fall in love?

Meet the most irresistible billionaire of all time in one sexy, steamy, downright hilarious, and binge-worthy romantic comedy collection (all for the price of one novella, too!)

This collection includes the following three books:

*Banking the Billionaire

*Banking Her

*And a BRAND-NEW novella, Crazy Fluffing Love

Banking the Billionaire

Uninhibited. Sarcastic. Confident. Beautiful. With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can’t be tamed.

Adrenaline junkie. Jokester. Billionaire. Hot-as-sin. At six foot five, with muscles for days, and that perfect playful smile, Thatcher Kelly is the kind of man you don’t want to deny.

Wild for wild. Prank for prank. The two unlikeliest of people may be the only ones to see that some personality traits only run skin-deep.

Banking Her

Thatch and Cassie have finally found their perfect balance of good and sweet, crazy and playful, and most importantly, hot and insatiable.

But what happens when they’re faced with a surprise neither of them plotted or schemed?

While Cassie seems to be taking everything in stride, Thatch can’t stop himself from worrying about every little thing revolving around the woman he loves.

How does a man handle that kind of anxiety?

Doing the only thing he can to ease his mind without pushing away the woman he loves, Thatch proves that, once again, when it comes to him and Cass, you’ll never see what’s coming.

Crazy Fluffing Love

MISSING PERSON

Name: Thatcher Kelly

Age: Mid-thirties

Height: 6 foot 5 inches

Weight: A very sexy, lean, and muscular 250 pounds

Last seen: Panama City Beach, Florida

Important Note: This guy is a real good-looking motherfluffer.

Look, I know this might seem a little over the top to already prepare for my face to be plastered all over Missing Persons flyers, but trust me, it’s not.

My pregnant wife Cassie—whose hormones are swinging like a fluffing pendulum—has decided that we need a honeymoon.

Right the F now.

She wants us to go on a celebratory “spring break,” we-just-got-married vacation to none other than Panama City Beach, Florida. But the only problem is, it’s not spring.

It’s not even summer.

It’s October, my crazy-hot wife is pregnant, and things are starting to get really fluffing weird. If you’re reading this, send help and plan a really nice memorial for my very super, beloved, *ahem* male member, who, for the sake of public decency, shall remain nameless. I’m not entirely sure he’s going to make it out alive.