He’s a bad boy trying to be good…
Ford’s gone from hard-partying playboy to responsible CEO. Since he inherited his father’s billion-dollar corporation, he has everything to prove.
He also has a secret.
Her name is Autumn, and her voice is perfect. Sometimes sweet and innocent, sometimes sultry and seductive, but always exactly right.
Ford can’t help wanting a real relationship with the woman on the other end of the phone. He just has to make sure she never learns how much he really knows about her… and why.
She’s a good girl pretending to be bad…
Autumn’s job at the fantasy hotlines helps pay the bills—and with a younger sister to raise, she has a lot of bills. The shy 23-year-old is good at role-playing. She’s an innocent girl next door for one caller, a naughty nurse for the next… anyone but herself.
Except with Ford. He’s the one man who never asks for fake moans or empty flirtations. He wants the girl behind the fantasy… the real Autumn. And she can’t help wishing he were more than a voice in the night.
When Autumn’s in danger and Ford rushes to her rescue, their unlikely connection becomes a Cinderella story. But Autumn has a secret of her own… one that could tear apart their fairy-tale romance.
Charming is a full-length billionaire romance with steamy scenes not suitable for those under 18 and a very HEA.
- Original Title:Charming: A Cinderella Billionaire Story
- Author:Sophie Brooks
- Rating:8.28 / 10
- Publisher:Published November 17th 2016
“What are you wearing?” asked the raspy male voice at the other end of the line.
“A black lace bra. It looks so dark against my creamy white skin. And a matching thong,” I said, letting out a little giggle.
“And black thigh stockings? And high heels?”
“Five-inch heels,” I purred, making my voice low and throaty. “I’m wearing them just for you, Rick. Do you like that?”
“Oh, yes. That sounds so fucking hot. I bet you look incredible. Run your hands up and down your tits.”
“Mmm, that feels so good,” I moaned from deep in my throat, and the heavy breathing in my ear sped up. “I’m cupping my breasts, holding them up for you.”
“Does that feel good, Summer?” Summer wasn’t my real name, but I’d gotten used to answering to it.