Her Sizzling Billionaire: A Steamy Instalove Romance (Tycoons of Pleasure Valley Book 1)
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Steamy billionaire boss romance with a tattooed tech CEO who says what he means—A junior publicist meets the most hated man on the internet in a coffee shop line before she knows he’s about to become her biggest client, wrapped in instalove certainty, professional-line tension, sizzle-reel chemistry, and the kind of raw honesty that strips away every performance until there’s nothing left but what’s real.
She was hired to fix his image. He didn’t know he was broken until she walked in.
SAYLOR
I said it out loud in my own coffee shop like no one was listening. That was the problem—someone was.
I was watching a viral clip of a tech CEO saying something brutally honest about automation and layoffs—fifteen seconds that had forty million people calling him a monster—and I said he needed a publicist or a muzzle. Possibly both.
The voice behind me said the muzzle was cheaper.
Tattoos from wrist to shoulder. Black t-shirt stretched across a chest broad enough to block out the menu board. A beard, dark eyes, and an almost-smile that said he was already amused and not planning to stop.
He asked what I’d do if I were the guy’s publicist. I gave him my whole strategy at the pickup counter at six forty-five in the morning because I didn’t know I was talking to the man the entire internet wanted to cancel.
Two hours later, his face was on my firm’s briefing deck. My new client. And he already knew exactly what I’d do to fix him.
So I pitched a sizzle reel—sixty seconds of the truth the clip cut out. I went to his office to find the material. I found a man who tracked every employee he’d ever laid off, placed them personally, and never told a soul because talking about it would’ve been performing.
I was supposed to build a version of him the public could love. I didn’t have to build anything. The version was already real.
That’s when the professional line cracked. And when it broke, it broke on a pool table in his company game room because I’m the one who suggested strip pool and I’d do it again.
I told myself the problem was that he was my client. That my boss trusted me. That sleeping with a billionaire CEO on my first major account made me every cliché I’d promised myself I wouldn’t become. I told myself all of that right up until he said I was performing—choosing how it looked over what was real. The same thing I’d been coaching him to stop doing.
I didn’t ask permission. I called my boss and told her the truth. Then I went back to him.
Click Read Now or Buy Now to fall for the tattooed billionaire who heard a stranger dismantle his public image in a coffee shop and knew she was the only person he’d ever let see him clearly. One viral clip, one sizzle reel, and one game of strip pool turn a crisis account into the realest thing either of them has ever had.
Featuring these tropes:
- Tattooed billionaire CEO who refuses to perform
- Junior publicist hired to fix his image
- Coffee shop meet-cute before she knows who he is
- Professional-line tension that shatters on a pool table
- Virgin heroine, experienced hero
GENRE: Contemporary Billionaire Romance
TROPES: instalove, boss/client tension, he fell first, tattooed billionaire, virgin heroine, grumpy-sunshine, forced proximity
TONE: raw honesty, professional heat, emotional authenticity, summer sizzle
HEAT LEVEL: steamy open-door, first-time chemistry, possessive alpha heat
COMPS: Pleasure Valley billionaire romance, tech CEO instalove, crisis PR forced proximity, tattooed alpha billionaire HEA