Her Sultry Billionaire: A Steamy Instalove Age Gap Romance (Tycoons of Pleasure Valley Book 3)
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Steamy instalove billionaire romance with a design-obsessed CEO and a dreamy gallery owner—A barefoot artist who believes the universe sends you what you need meets the billionaire who’s been buying her art for years without knowing her name, wrapped in sultry summer heat, mixed media magic, and the breathtaking moment she stops waiting for fate and chooses him out loud. This swoon-worthy billionaire romance blends curated tension, copper-wire chemistry, and the kind of love that’s equal parts destiny and design.
She believed in fate. He believed in control. They were both half right.
LARK
I opened my gallery on a whim. On a Lark—mixed media, emerging artists, a ceramic bust named Walter holding the door open with his forehead. I built it on instinct and five years of showing up, and I told everyone the universe opened a door because that was easier than admitting I opened it myself.
Then Kitson Ashford walked in on a Monday afternoon while I was sitting barefoot on the gallery floor.
He read my entire wall arrangement in fifteen seconds. Told me to move the Beale six inches left. He was right, and I hated that he was right, and my stomach did something unhelpful.
He bought a piece. Left without a business card. I searched his name on the receipt and my whole chest rearranged itself.
KIT
I went to the gallery to evaluate a piece I’d found online. Deliberate. Scheduled. Not fate.
The woman on the floor disrupted every composition I’d ever built.
She talked about art the way I talk to a prototype—not with authority but with intimacy. She’d kicked her shoes off and introduced me to a ceramic bust and I almost smiled, which I don’t do in public because it concedes too much.
I’ve spent twelve years designing things that feel inevitable. My company. My home. Every surface considered, every object placed. I don’t leave room for accidents.
Lark is an accident I can’t correct. Six pieces of art in my home trace back to her eye, her taste, her curation—years of my collection threaded through a woman I’d never met. I can’t design that. I’ve tried to explain it and I can’t.
She calls it fate. I call it impossible. She says it doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to be true.
She’s not wrong. That’s the problem.
Click Read Now or Buy Now to fall for the billionaire who walked into a gallery called On a Lark and never walked back out. Step into a Pleasure Valley summer where sultry heat, curated longing, and a woman who’s never chosen anything this hard in her life discover that the best love is equal parts fate and design.
Featuring these tropes:
- Design-obsessed billionaire undone by a free spirit
- Dreamy gallery owner who hides behind fate
- He’s been collecting her art for years without knowing
- Opposites who complete each other
- Virgin heroine, experienced hero
- Instalove with emotional depth
GENRE: Steamy Contemporary Billionaire Romance
TROPES: instalove, opposites attract, billionaire hero, virgin heroine, fate vs. design, art world romance
TONE: sultry summer heat, curated tension, copper-wire chemistry, barefoot gallery magic
HEAT LEVEL: steamy, on-page intimate scenes
COMPS: steamy billionaire romance, Pleasure Valley series, alpha CEO, dreamy heroine
HEA SERIES: Tycoons of Pleasure Valley Book 3 (standalone HEA)