Read Bluegrass Seduction (The Bluegrass Billionaire Trilogy Book 1) Online
Authors: Alice Ward,Jessica Blake
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romance, #Contemporary, #New Adult & College, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary Fiction, #Action & Adventure, #Humor, #old money, #seduction, #hot guys, #steamy sex, #sexy dysfunctional relationship, #kentucky, #billionaire romance
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Willful and self-entitled, Auggie Langford has enjoyed privilege all her life. The daughter of a wealthy equine family in Kentucky, her life is ideal. Except for her bitch of a mother. And the man who makes her insides twist.
Bent on embarrassing his father, Worthington LaViere, III uses his position as a highly respected psychologist to delve into the secrets he wants to explore. Especially the old money of the Bluegrass set. And Auggie. The green-eyed temptress he’s unable to strike from his thoughts.
Auggie and Worth. Pure and corrupt. Love and hate.
It’s the beginning of a dynasty built on a legacy of greed, selfishness and pure wickedness. Just remember, anything built on a foundation of lies can topple at any moment.
“Bluegrass Seduction” is a standalone novel, the first in the sizzling “Bluegrass Billionaire Trilogy” by Alice Ward and Jessica Blake.
Worth
I
woke to sensations of burning, each somewhat different but all equally unpleasant. I rather reluctantly dealt with the most pressing first, as I leaned over the edge of the bed and emptied my stomach into an empty pizza box. It occurred to me that one must give to receive and the box had just been rewarded with its end of the deal. I rinsed with whatever liquid remained in the glass on the nightstand, but it didn’t taste much better.
The second and third burning sensations seemed to emanate from the same source — the east-facing grimy window that brazenly spewed the hot morning’s sun into my eyes and heated the room, magnified by the stench that was my body.
I debated rising long enough to close the stained fiberglass drapes and decided it would not be enough. With a curse, I rolled off the bed, carefully avoiding the pizza box and headed in the direction of where I expected the bathroom to be. Sure enough, a little fumbling on the inside wall and the flickering gray light of an old, overhead fluorescent slowly shocked itself on. I could identify with how the old thing must feel.
I turned on the shower as hot as it could get, reasoning that, by comparison, the room would feel cool, but it was also experiencing a deflated morning and barely kept the goosebumps away. It wasn’t until I wrapped myself in the yellowish towel and watched a roach scurry down my leg that it occurred to me.
Where the hell am I?