The Billionaire Shifters Club Series
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
The Billionaire Shifters Club is a 6-book
series by Diana Seere, the paranormal pen name for two New York Times and USA Today
bestselling romantic comedy authors. All six books (standalones *within* a
series) are now exclusively available in Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited program.
Series Blurb
Welcome to
the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.”
Our members prefer the word “shift” though.
It’s the
hottest club in town.
The price
of membership is your heart and your secrecy.
All you
need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone
powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.
Are you
ready?
Good. Then
let’s begin.
The
Billionaire Shifters Club is a series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four
brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in
modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of
Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters
know.
Title: The Billionaire Shifter's Curvy Match
Series: Billionaire Shifters Club #1
Author: Diana Seere
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: September 13, 2016
Blurb
When Lilah Murphy started serving drinks at the exclusive Platinum Club,
she never expected she would be on the menu.
Biotech billionaire Gavin Stanton had one taste of the new, curvy server
and his craving could never be satisfied until he had her fully. Completely.
Eternally.
Fate brought them together, but a centuries-old secret could tear them
apart, for the Stanton family holds a shifter legacy that no human has ever
threatened.
Until now.
Gavin Stanton is the billionaire CEO of a Boston biotech firm. He’s also
a werewolf, the son of a large, ancient family with roots in the British
aristocracy. His work is his life. But then he feels the Beat—an irresistible
urge to mate with Lilah, a beautiful human who inflames his passions like no
other—and he abandons everything he thought he knew in his need to claim her.
Lilah Murphy is broke and desperate. All she wants is a job to support
herself, her sister, and her ailing mother. The last thing she needs is to get
involved with a rich, powerful guy who would discard her after a few hot nights
together and get her fired at her new, high-paying job. But she, too, feels the
Beat. She hears him in her mind, feels him in her soul, and the urge to answer
the ancient call is undeniable. Is she strong enough to embrace his secrets—and
her own?
The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match is the first in an all-new series
of hot (did we mention *hot*?) romances about the billionaire shifters and the
women they’re fated to love.
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Excerpt
The sound
of screeching rubber on asphalt drowned out the rest of her words. They both
paused, expecting to hear cars colliding. Instead, there was eerie silence—and
then the plaintive cry of a wounded animal.
A dog.
They both
ran to the window. Outside, the usual neighborhood lowlifes loitered on their
grubby street, where the most vibrant business was a check-cashing place. And a
bar. Actually, a lot of bars.
And was
that a limo? What the hell was one of those doing here?
The dog’s
cries continued.
“Smoky!”
Lilah gasped, turning away from the window, her heart pounding. “That bastard
hit Smoky!”
Smoky was
the neighborhood stray. He should’ve been ill-tempered, given his bad luck to
live on the streets, but his was the friendliest face on the block, looking
happy to see you, always eager for a pat, his tail wagging.
The limo
might’ve killed the poor little guy. Taking three stairs at a time, Lilah flew
down the stairwell to the stained security door and out the rusty gate to the
sidewalk.
The usual
drug dealer was standing on the corner, interrupted from talking to whoever was
inside a parked silver Chevy. Under that car, only a few feet from him and
still whimpering, was a huddled mass of pale fur.
Smoky.
Jess was right
on her heels. “Oh, no.”
“We have to
help him.” Lilah glanced up and down the street, preparing to cross, her long
hair flying as she whipped her head back and forth to make sure it was safe.
Jess
grabbed her arm. “You can’t! That’s the dealer who stabbed somebody last year,
isn’t it?”
“Different
guy,” Lilah said, although it wasn’t. She strode into the street just as the
driver of the limo was getting out. She couldn’t leave Smoky to die in the
street with those scumbags.
Then she
saw the limo driver pull his arms back, hands on hips, revealing a
barely-concealed gun on a holster around his chest. The window in the back of
the limo remained up, and why shouldn’t it? Why would some rich dude want to
get dirty? Why would he care if he’d run over some poor homeless dog?
The tiny
scar above Lilah’s left eyebrow began to throb. It jolted her, making the scene
before her look shimmery. Unreal. She pressed her fingertips into the tiny
divot and hoped the throbbing would go away. The last thing she needed now was
a three-day blinding headache.
And she’d
run out of her meds. No money.
“What’s
wrong, Lilah?” Jess grabbed her elbow and pulled her out of the middle of the
street. She’d just frozen there, staring at the back windows of the limo.
Lilah could
hear Smoky’s whimpering and the city traffic, but it all came as background
noise through the throbbing in her head. It wasn’t quite pain. The pulsing felt
like it pierced her brain, a second heartbeat she couldn’t quite follow.
Her vision
was fine, and that meant it wasn’t a migraine. Then what was this?
And why did
it worsen when her eyes flickered toward the back windows of the limo?
“Let’s get
Smoky,” Lilah said, though her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.
Jess had an
arm around her. “I’ll get him. You’re about to faint.”
“I’m fine.”
Lilah forced herself to move, shooting an icy glance at the neighborhood felon
before she squatted down to the car’s rear bumper.
“Lilah, you
look really pale,” Jess insisted, frowning. She looked so much like their mom
when she did that.
“Here,
puppy,” Lilah cooed, reaching out a hand. She knew the biggest danger was if
Smoky ran away again and hid where nobody could help him, so she grabbed him by
the scruff of his neck and pulled him as gently as she could out from under the
car. Luckily, Smoky was a small thing, barely fifteen pounds, and she got him
bundled up in her arms without having to drag him far.
He relaxed
in her arms, his shivering more from fear than any injury. Thank goodness.
But as soon
as she stood, the throbbing, pulsing pain returned. Her gaze was pulled to the
back window of the limo, now open. To the man sitting in the shadows.
Him. Her head felt like someone had
dropped a brick on it, her body filling with heat and lava.
It’s him.
What was
the matter with her? She had to get Smoky inside. She didn’t know anyone who
rode around in a limo, so why did she feel like she did?
Him.
It didn’t
matter. She had to get closer. She had to see him.
Holding
Smoky in her arms, Lilah took a step toward the limo, then another.
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