COLD INNOCENCE (snowed in with the billionaire #1) (billionaire erotic romance)

This book is a work of fiction.  Any
references to historical events, real people, or real locales are
used fictitiously.  Other names, characters, places, and
incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any
resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead,
is entirely coincidental.

First electronic edition
November 2012

Copyright © 2012 by Karolyn
James at Smashwords

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Falling for the Billionaire

The sex is hot.

Once again the sex scenes are sizzling.

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I don't write reviews but for this book I had
to say something this time. I just fell in love with this book, the
characters and author.

The different sex scenes with Alexander
participating in the flesh or not could make a girl forget her
name.

The sex scene in the limo was smoking.

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COLD INNOCENCE

(snowed in with the billionaire #1)

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A wicked snowstorm

All Stephanie wants is a chance to go from
temp to full time hire at the company she has been slaving away
for. Trying to prove herself, she arrives extra early to Wolf Top
Lodge, barely beating the troublesome weather. She arrives in great
spirits, confident, but then quickly feels everything deflate when
she's told the lodge is closing for the weekend due to the
weather.

Lust at first sight

He's Nathaniel Anders, a billionaire CEO, and
his eyes are now set upon Stephanie standing in the lobby. He sees
more to Stephanie than she has ever dared to see before. Past her
innocence, there's a wild woman waiting, the perfect kind of
woman... someone to tend to all of Nathaniel's burning needs and
desires.

The snow continues as night falls

As the storm rages on, so does Stephanie's
body. They are the only ones left in the lodge, snowed in for the
weekend. The more she talks to Nathaniel, the more commanding he
becomes. It is exactly what she needs. But before she can get a
grip on reality, everything changes when Nathaniel catches her
fantasizing about him. Stephanie soon finds that the sexy
billionaire is hiding a secret from her and the outdoors may not be
the only place with a storm.

(1)

Attempting to beat the record snow storm,
Stephanie Miledon sighed in relief when she saw Wolf Top Lodge
appear from the white horizon. She reached for her cell phone and
checked the time. Almost an hour early. Plenty of time to prepare
for a long weekend of meetings. Meetings that would be her way of
showing the executives at HanAn that she didn’t just belong within
the company, she belonged at the top of the company. The first
change would be to secure an actual position with the company. Her
temp contract was set to expire in a week, leaving Stephanie
secretly job hunting at night in between doing the extra work she
continued to volunteer to handle.

She needed the job to keep her sane.

The eight hours spent at HanAn during the
day and the other four to six hours spent at home, thinking or
working, were the most productive hours of her life. It kept the
rest of the world at bay. It kept her mind focused so she didn’t
think about her mounting college and credit card debt, and growing
frequency of shut off notices from the utility company.

It came as a surprise when she received the
notice to appear this weekend at Wolf Top Lodge. These meetings
were for actual employees, those who were given a chance to see the
inner workings of a complex company that dealt in anything from
software to investments and everything in between. With offices in
New York, Los Angeles, London, China, and a variety of sub offices
across the country and globe, the company was massive. A
multi-billion dollar machine that Stephanie wanted to be a part of.
There were so many different paths within the company, she knew her
time spent learning accounting and finance would come in handy.

It had to.

The cab halted and the driver looked in the
mirror, smiling. He was a sweet looking old man and Stephanie paid
him with the last twenty dollar bill she had to her name. The man
clutched the bill like it was his ticket out of life and waited for
Stephanie to exit. She took her bag of clothes and her laptop
bag.

She stood outside the lodge, staring up at
it.

It looked more of a bed and breakfast than
somewhere to house executives. Unless the company rented the entire
place for the weekend.

Wouldn’t that be a nice treat?

The cab started to drive, kicking up a small
cloud of black smoke followed by the rotten smell of exhaust.
Stephanie looked over her shoulder and watched the vehicle
disappear.

“Bye,” she whispered and took a deep
breath.

This was the biggest weekend of her
life.

She knew that before stepping into Wolf Top
Lodge.

If that weren’t enough to make Stephanie
smile, she felt a wet tap on her hand. She looked down and saw it.
She let go of her suitcase and put her hand out. In a matter of
seconds, it began to flurry. It was the first snow of the season
and she let it collect and melt in the palm of her warm hand for a
few seconds before walking to the lodge.

By the time she reached the door and opened
it, the small flurry had turned into real snow.

The speed increasing, the flakes getting
larger.

Stephanie wondered just how much snow it
would take to trap her in the lodge.

(2)

The warmth of the lodge felt great compared
to the snowy chill outside. The main lobby was a large open area,
with a small desk to the right and a set of wide steps to the left.
Beyond the desk was what would be used a living room if it were a
personal property. There rest four couches, tables, and a large
stone fireplace with a roaring fire.

Stephanie looked around all the corners she
could, admiring the beautiful wood, the perfect lighting, and the
overall fresh smell of home, comfort, and heat. She couldn’t
imagine a better place to be in with snow falling outside.

Against the front of the lodge was a large
window separated into seven panes of glass. Three on top of the
three with a half circle at the top. Being able to look out to the
remaining green trees was as beautiful as catching the sight of
snowflakes falling in front of their color. Judging by the speed of
the snow right now, Stephanie knew it would be a matter of hours
before those trees were completely covered.

She walked to the fireplace and stuck her
hands out, letting the intense heat race along her body. It felt
great to be here; a place where nobody could find her, no debt
collectors could really bother her. She had a chance to make
something of herself. It was like a once in a lifetime chance… the
chance to walk into a place one person and walk out totally
different. If things went well, she’d have a stable, full-time job.
She’d have the confidence of executives, investors, and be able to
actually show herself to those that mattered.

Beyond the living area was an archway
leading to a dining room. The room had eight square tables with a
coffee station and buffet at the end of the wall. Three small
windows grazed that wall, again showing the increasing snowfall
outside. As Stephanie walked, her nose picked up on the smell of
hot food and her stomach rumbled. She could go for some real
cooking. The long trip, including two flights, and a two hour
layover in Ohio, took its toll on Stephanie. Eating fast food and
airplane snacks wasn’t exactly filling, but it got her to the
lodge. In Ohio, she was almost sent home because of the pending
weather but she managed, thanks to a kind woman who understood what
Stephanie wanted to accomplish this weekend.

“Um… ma’am?”

Stephanie turned to find a tall, skinny man
wearing a black button wool coat, holding a knitted cap in his
hand.

“Oh. Hello.” Stephanie put her hand out.
“I’m Stephanie Miledon, here for the executive…”

“I figured that,” the man cut in. “I do
apologize, ma’am, but the lodge is closing.”

“Closing?”

“Due to the weather. We’re set to close in…”
the man pulled up his sleeve and checked his watch. “… three
minutes ago.” He looked over his shoulder. “I had the door
locked.”

“It was open,” Stephanie said. “I swear
it.”

“Either way, I do apologize for this. The
lodge is closed.”

The man stood with a forced smile on his
face. His body language screamed impatient, desperate to leave to
beat the weather outside.

Stephanie frowned and grabbed for her cell
phone. She checked for missed calls. None. She checked for
voicemails. None. She pressed for her email and there was nothing
but the usual spam.

“Nobody said anything to me,” she said. “I
was told…”

“I understand,” the man said. “I don’t mean
to be haste here, ma’am, but the weather is really picking up
outside. Lower levels in town are seeing snow accumulating already
and it’s going to be a wicked storm. Up here, you have to realize,
gets a lot more snow. If the town calls for a foot, we’ll get two
to three feet. I have to close up. Right now.”

The man tapped his watch, leaving Stephanie
scrambling. She looked at her suitcase, her cell phone, and then to
the fireplace.

“The fire…”

“I was coming in to put it out,” the man
said. “Again, the lodge is closed. I have to get off this mountain
before the roads get too bad. I’m assuming you drove these roads
here. The climb, the turns. It doesn’t take much to make the trip
treacherous. I’m sure you understand that.”

“Of course I do,” Stephanie said. “I’m
sorry, sir, I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m just not sure what
I’m going to do now.”

The man sighed. He gazed to Stephanie’s
suitcase. Then he looked at her, bottom to top, making Stephanie
uncomfortable as he was obviously checking her out.

“Excuse me…,” she whispered.

“Do you have a way off the mountain?” the
man asked.

“No,” Stephanie said.

“How much clothing did you bring?”

“Enough for the weekend.”

“I have to leave,” the man said. “You’re
more than welcome to stay.”

“You want me to stay in the lodge by myself?
For the weekend? With a snowstorm?”

“What’s your other option…?”

Stephanie sighed. She put a hand to her
forehead and fought the urge to cry. It seemed no matter where she
went, what she did, this kind of stuff happened. She pictured the
other executives, back in their luxury offices, talking, probably
having the meetings via conference call or video call.

Of course, somebody forgot Stephanie.

Somebody always forgot Stephanie.

“I’ll just call for a cab I guess,”
Stephanie said.

“That won’t do a thing.”

Now entered a third voice. A voice that made
Stephanie’s ears perk and her body tingle. It was a deeper voice
with the smooth touch of sexy. She looked beyond the annoyed man
standing in front of her and watched a man in a suit take the last
step down and turn, walking towards the room.

“They’re cutting travel as we speak,” the
man in the suit said. He adjusted his suit jacket and tie. “They
already shut down all the back roads, the only road still open
being Graver’s.”

“This road,” the annoyed man said.
“Damn.”