Filthy Rich Revenge (Filthy Rich Billionaires #1) by Lynn Raye Harris
He’s rich and ruthless – and he wants to destroy her. But first he will possess her.
Hotel heiress Rebecca Layton loved Alejandro de Ramirez once. He betrayed her and broke her heart when he married another. Now he’s back, in control of her hotels – and her destiny.
Alejandro claims that Rebecca nearly ruined him, that he’s the one wronged. He wants his revenge. And this time he will settle for nothing less than her soul…
*This book originally published in paperback by Harlequin as Spanish Magnate, Red-Hot Revenge. It has been revised and expanded with new scenes and characters. If you read the original and enjoyed it, you don’t need to purchase this one. But if you want an expanded story, then this is the book for you. And if you’ve never read it, then you definitely don’t want to miss it! Billionaire, revenge, reunion, surprise baby romance!
Excerpt Filthy Rich Revenge by Lynn Raye Harris
“I like challenges. I thrive on them.”
She sipped her wine, but he didn’t miss the way her pulse thrummed in her neck. There was more to the lovely Rebecca than met the eye. She was beautiful, and she surely knew it, but she had an innocence about her that was completely at odds with her seeming worldliness. He was intrigued.
“Will you dine with me, Rebecca?”
She looked startled. And then she smiled softly. “I would be delighted, Alejandro. Thank you.”
He stood and she gaped up at him, confusion written on her features. He held out an arm. “I have a private dining room in my suite. We can talk uninterrupted, and I will ply you with the best food and wine in Madrid. There will be servers present,” he added.
She unfolded herself from her chair and slipped her arm into his. “Thank you for saying that,” she said as he led her toward the elevator. “I feel as if I should apologize for insulting you, however.”
He ushered her inside and slid his key into the card reader. “I’m not insulted, querida. It’s wise of you to consider who you spend time alone with, especially when it’s a man you’ve only just met.”
“I’m glad you understand.”
“I do.” He wasn’t going to say what he was thinking, but then he decided why not? “You should know that I intend to get you into my bed, querida. Willingly, of course.”
Her laugh was surprised. “You waste no time, do you, señor? Another man would at least get me a little drunk first.”
He liked the sound of her laugh. “I’m not like other men, Rebecca. And I believe in saying what I want.”
She leaned against the elevator wall opposite, her hands behind her as she gripped the rail. He had a brief vision of stopping the elevator and making love to her against that wall, but he wanted her in his bed the first time.
“And if I don’t want to sleep with you?”
He arched an eyebrow and grinned. “You will.”
“You are very certain of yourself,” she said with a touch of frost in her voice. But the pulse in her neck betrayed her, as did the widening of her pupils. She was as attracted to him as he was to her.
“I know my quarry. And I never fail.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to see, won’t we?”
The elevator rocked to a stop and the doors opened. “Sí,” he told her. “We will….”