Billion Dollar Enemy (Seattle Billionaires Book 1)

My one-night stand turns out to be my billion-dollar enemy.

Yeah, I’m screwed—and unfortunately not that way.

I meet a handsome man at the bar, the kind you only dream about.

You know the one? He drinks his whiskey neat and power oozes from his suit-claimed form.

The night we spend together is perfect—I’ll treasure the memory for as long as I live.

Until I discover who he is.

Who’s the billionaire asshole trying to tear down my bookstore? My one-night stand.

Correction: my rich, handsome, calculating one-night stand.

I hate his determination and his ruthlessness.

I hate the way he smirks and the thick fall of his hair.

But most of all, I hate that I can’t look at him without remembering our night together—a night he’s keen to repeat.