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Blue Mountain Billionaires RomCom Bundle

Blue Mountain Billionaires RomCom Bundle

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Dive into the Blue Mountain Billionaires Series and swoon over the Keith brothers as each of them find their heartwarming happily-ever-after. 

 Flirting With My Billionaire Boss

What my hot new boss doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?

"This is a fun and quick read. Callie leaves her abusive cheating husband and lands a job as Weston's assistant. Cue cute dog, slightly overbearing mom, romantic attraction and misunderstandings, and you have the makings of a really enjoyable story. Great start to the series." -Amazon Reviewer

Flirting With My Billionaire Enemy

When the player you reject at the club turns out to be the boss at your new job.

"Really cute romantic comedy. Cindy Ray Hale has a way of writing that keeps you coming back for more." -Amazon Reviewer

Flirting With My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

Winning is everything, but will I lose my heart?

"I’ve really enjoyed this series, and Langston and Jenni’s story might be my favorite. It has humor, drama, flirting, and gave me all the feels." -Amazon Reviewer

Main Tropes

  • Secret Baby
  • Office Romance
  • Brother's Best Friend

Synopsis

When I escape to the charming town of Blue Mountain to hide, I’m immediately hired as a personal assistant by the oldest son of the billionaire family in town.

My new boss, Weston Keith, is irresistible and completely off-limits. I can keep things professional between us, I swear.

When his housekeeper twists her ankle after tripping over the dog, I take over her responsibilities. Only, I have no idea how to cook and clean. Let’s just say the situation gets real interesting, real fast.

On top of that, I have a teensy-weensy secret he knows nothing about. I’m pregnant and hiding from my ex husband. That wouldn’t matter so much if sparks weren’t flying between us.

When Weston finds out the truth, will it destroy everything?

Flirting with my Billionaire Boss is a hilarious closed-door romcom with a naughty dog, a dash of mystery, office romance, burnt fish sticks, helicopter rides, a yacht, and one big billionaire family.

Intro into Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Callie

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I say under my breath. I can’t stop staring at the stick I just peed on.

Positive.

My life is over. How am I supposed to explain this to Markus? My mind is reeling, and I need to stop freaking out so I can think.

But my heart is pounding in my ears, and the bathroom stall is getting a little spinny. I brace against the sides to steady myself, and the test falls into the open toilet.

I stare at it with my mouth hanging open and cringe as I pull it out. The Atlanta airport bathroom doesn’t seem like the cleanest place in the world. I shake off the toilet water and wipe it down with toilet paper. I don’t think I can ever get my hands fully clean again. I toss the paper in and flush the toilet before opening the stall.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Okay. I can do this. Think, Callie. Just think.

The only solution is to run. You think I’m kidding. I’m not. This is no joking matter!

Markus doesn’t want kids. He’s told me that a million times. I’ve been carrying this stupid test around with me for the past week, and I decide that the best place to pee on it is here?

I guess I can just hide it from him. But he’ll figure something is wrong, and then he’ll find a way to get the truth out of me. He always does.

Why can’t I slow down my heart? It keeps pounding. I need to take some deep breaths. I’ve had a feeling that I could be pregnant. It would explain why I was feeling queasy on the plane. I don’t usually get airsick. We’re flying back from another trip to Hawaii, and this is our layover.

If Markus finds out I’m pregnant, he’ll want me to get an abortion. But I don’t want that. I stare down at the double lines on the test. I want to give this baby a life.

There’s no arguing with him. He thinks he’s always right. There would be nothing I could do or say to get him to change his mind about this baby. I’ve been married to the guy for three years. And we dated for five years before that. So I would know. He’s said from the beginning that he doesn’t want kids.

So, my only choice is to run. Because I’m having this baby, whether he likes it or not. That’s when I start to cry like a big, giant wuss.

I leave the stall, toss the pregnancy test into the trash, and go to wash my hands. I’m sure I look like a disaster because a janitor comes in and gives me a strange look before she starts to empty the trash. She’s short and round with dark skin with long blonde hair. She takes one look at my test and looks at me with her eyes bugging out.

“Is this test yours?”

“Yes.”

“You’re crying. Are you in trouble?”

I nod miserably. Then I spill the long, ugly truth to her. “And that’s why I have to get out of here,” I say. “But I don’t know how I’m going to do that without me seeing him.”

She starts to untie her smock. “Wear this. And hold the mop in front of your face.” She hands me the smock. “Push my cart. He won’t think to look at a janitor. One more thing.” She takes off her wig and hands it to me. “Put this on.”

“Okay.” I twist my dark hair up and put on the wig. Then I tie the smock around me. It’s huge and doesn’t smell great, but I don’t mind. I’m just happy to have someone willing to help me.

“What about my carry-on luggage?”

“You can hide it on my cart. Just take my cart to the bathrooms at gate B22 and leave the smock there. I’ll come along behind you and get it.”

“Why are you helping me?” I ask.

“Because I’ve been in your shoes before. I have a few babies of my own.”

I peek around the corner, and Markus isn’t in his seat anymore. Where did he go? I don’t have time to look for him. I squeeze the dirty water from the mop and hold it so it obscures my face. It drips a little onto my shoulder. Here goes nothing. I push the janitor's cart through the Atlanta airport with my suitcase hidden next to the trashcan. The real janitor trails behind me, and I head toward the other bathroom.

A familiar voice makes me stop in my tracks. It’s Markus. He’s right ahead of me, talking on the phone.

“She’s in the bathroom. She can’t hear what I’m saying. I love you, too, darling. I’ll see you when I get back home and I’ve dropped Callie off at the house.”

The janitor looks at me with a questioning expression. She’s probably wondering why I’ve stopped. I can’t believe Markus has been cheating on me. That scum! But it doesn’t matter now because I’m leaving and I’m not looking back, even though I want to give him a piece of my mind.

I walk away from my dirtbag of a husband and head to the bathrooms where I meet up with the janitor.

“I heard my ex back there on the phone,” I tell her once we’re inside the bathroom. “He was talking to another woman. He called her darling and said he wanted to meet up with her after he drops me off at the house.”

“Cheating sack of garbage,” the janitor says. “It’s a good thing you’re running. You’re better off without him.”

“I know you’re right, but it still hurts to think he’s been cheating on me. What’s wrong with me? Am I not enough for him?”

“It’s not you. It’s him. He’s a loser, and you shouldn’t waste a single tear on him.”

It never feels great to be lied to and cheated on. That’s why I need to get out of here and start a new life. Somewhere where Markus won’t find me.

I take off the smock and wig and hand it to my new friend. “Thank you for your help.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry you’re not having a better day. You deserve better. No one should have to put up with what you’ve been going through.”

I give her a hug. She smells like cleaner and something else I’d rather not imagine. But I don’t care because she took the time to help a stranger.

“You take care,” she calls out to me.

“Thank you.”  I turn to leave the bathroom and weave through the crowd, dragging my suitcase behind me. Walking until I get to the escalator that takes me down to the train that connects the gates, I pause and look over my shoulder. People push past me in a hurry to make their connecting flights or collect their baggage.

Can I leave without knowing where to go? Credit cards are traceable, so those are out of the question. I only have five hundred dollars on me, the last of the money Markus gave me for my spending cash in Hawaii. That should be enough to get me transportation and a place to stay until I can figure out what I’m going to do next, but more would always be better and can get me further. I ask directions to the nearest ATM and take out as much as it will let me.

After taking the escalator down to the lowest level, I ride the train all the way to the part of the airport that has the baggage claim and the ground transportation. Just before I head outside, my phone rings. It’s Markus. I ignore it and step through the doors that lead outside.

I’m done with wealthy, entitled men. All Markus cares about is his money and how he can either earn more or spend more. Family and friends mean very little to him. I don’t want this baby to be raised to be anything like him. I’m sick of Markus’s money and him trying to use it to threaten and manipulate me.

A text message buzzes on my phone, and I glance down at it.

Markus: Where are you? I’ve been waiting forever for you to get out of the bathroom.

I don’t respond. Instead, I hail a taxi. After I put my luggage in the trunk, I’m greeted by the warm smile of my driver. He’s a bigger guy in his mid-twenties with thick black glasses, messy hair, and a day’s worth of beard. 

“Where to?” he asks.

My head spins as I climb inside. “Somewhere far from here.”

My phone vibrates again.

Markus: Hello? I’m about to send someone to the bathroom to go look for you. You need to respond to me right now. I’m not kidding.

The driver chuckles, oblivious to my plight, and I look up from my phone.

“Are we in a movie or something? You’re going to need to be a little more specific than that.”

“I don’t know this area well. Just take me somewhere at least a couple of hours away and where it would be hard to find me.”

He scratches on the patchy beard covering his chin. “Ever heard of Blue Mountain?”

“No.”

He turns around and faces forward. “My uncle lives there. You’ll love it. It’s a little town in the North Georgia mountains. I go up there to see him all the time.”

I buckle my seatbelt. “Sounds good to me.” He pulls out into the crazy Atlanta traffic.

“What’s Blue Mountain like?” I ask.

“It’s a bit of a tourist town. Lots of people in Atlanta have their vacation cabins up there.”

“That sounds nice. Think it’ll be easy for me to get a job there?”

He glances over his shoulder and then switches lanes.

The traffic here is horrible. Soon we’re at a standstill. “There’s a grocery store that always has job postings on their bulletin board. There are usually ads for places to stay too if you need that.”

“I sure do.”

“You’ll probably find something there. They aren’t big on technology in Blue Mountain. It’s gotten better since the vacation rental market picked up though.”

“What are the people like?”

“Warm and friendly. My uncle is a groundskeeper for this big billionaire family that owns most of Blue Mountain. You might be able to find a job with them.”

“Thanks for the tip.” Most rich people are stuck up like Markus. Not really my idea of who I want to work for. Maybe the local grocery store needs a cashier, I think before I nod off to sleep.

Five minutes later, I get woken up by my phone ringing. It’s Markus. I hit ignore and lean my head against the window again. Except I can’t sleep, and my heart is pounding again. 

A text message comes through.

Markus: Where are you going? I can see that you’ve left the airport. You need to get back here right now or you’re going to be sorry. I didn’t say you could leave.

Panic tears through me. I forgot to turn off the GPS tracking on my phone. We don’t use it very often, so I didn’t think about it. Markus has me trained to tell him when I’m going at all times, so we’ve never had a need for the GPS before. I turn the location setting on my phone off and avoid answering Markus’s text.

When three more threatening angry texts come through, I shut off my phone. There, now I can breathe again. I’ve never dared to be this brave before.

A couple of hours later, we’re in a completely different world. Quaint shops line the street, and we pass a firehouse and a library.

“We’re here,” my driver says to me.

I yawn and stretch. “Can you drop me off at a coffee shop or something?”

“You got it.”

He pulls up to a coffee shop, and I get out with my luggage. I pay him the two hundred-plus fare and add in a decent tip, and he waves goodbye. There is zero chance that Markus will think of searching for me here. It looks like I’m in the middle of nowhere.

He must be so furious that I’m not responding to him. I feel like a little kid who’s disobeyed her parents and is waiting for their wrath. Markus is terrifying when he gets enraged. Usually, when that happens, I placate him. I tried standing up to him once. It didn’t go well at all. I ended up apologizing to him for it. I know that sounds messed up, but most people didn’t understand what it was like to be married to a guy like Markus. It was a matter of survival. I was willing to put up with it for years, but now it’s a different story. Because there’s a baby involved. My kid. And I’m not going to let anything hurt him or her. I’m all this baby has, and I have to be strong for it.

I pull open the door to the coffee shop and walk inside. It’s a cozy place with couches scattered around the room. I order a mocha latte and then sip on it while lounging on one of the couches. Is it safe for me to be drinking this much caffeine? I’m not sure how much is okay, so I’d better limit it to just one cup. 

A woman who looks to be my age with a smile and her hair in a perky blonde ponytail walks up to me. “Hey, do you care if I sit next to you?”

“Not at all. Have a seat.” I scoot over to make room for her. “What's your name?”

“I'm Stella. And who are you? I haven't seen you around here before.”

“That's because I've never been here before.” I stick my hand out. “My name is Callie.”

Stella shakes my hand. “Nice to meet you, Callie. What brings you to Blue Mountain?”

I force a smile. “You know…” I hesitate. How could I put this? “Men.”

“What? You have a guy here?”

“No,” I admit. “I’m running away from one.” It sounds crazy to say out loud. But Stella doesn’t know Markus, so it’s not like she can tell him where I am.

“Aren’t we all?”

“I don’t usually tell random strangers my problems. The truth is, I'm looking for a fresh start. I just found out I’m pregnant, and my husband doesn’t want kids. I know if he finds out, he’ll want me to get an abortion, and I don’t want that.” There’s something about Stella that puts me at ease. She’s nice to talk to.

Her eyes soften. “Oh, honey. That’s so hard. I’m sorry. Unfortunately, I totally understand bad exes. My ex-husband was terrible to me too. I’m so glad I got out of that marriage. What can I do to help?”

“My head is kind of spinning. I can’t even think straight.”

“Well, maybe I can help you brainstorm. Do you have a job?”

“No. That’s my next step. My taxi driver said I can find postings at the grocery store.”

“You can. Do you need a ride over there?” Stella asks.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to bother you with a ride.”

“It’s no problem, really. It looks like it’s about to rain out there. You don’t want to walk to the grocery store in that.”

“It’s just down the street, right?” I ask. “I saw it when we were coming in town.”

“Yep. So it’s really fine. I promise.”

“Okay.” I nod. “Yeah. That sound’s good.” I should have just asked the taxi driver to drop me off at the grocery store, but I really wanted coffee. I didn’t think about not having a way to get to the store after that. Life is going to be much harder without a car. That means I’m going to need a job that’s close enough to walk from wherever I can find a place to stay.

“Ready to go?” Stella asks. “You can just bring your coffee with you if you’re not finished.”

“Okay.” I stand up, and she leads me out to her vehicle, a little black economy car. “Did you grow up here?”

“My whole life.” She grins at me as she heads to the driver’s side.

“And do you like it here?”

She shrugs. “I don’t really know anything different. It’s home.”

“What do you do for work?” I asked.

“I’m a maid for a family who lives around here.”

“The billionaire family?”

“That’s the one.” She raises an eyebrow at me. “So you’ve heard of the Keiths?”

I buckle my seat belt. “I hadn’t heard their name, but my taxi driver told me they were a prominent family in the community.”

Stella puts the car into reverse. “They basically own the town. The Keiths own a big real estate corporation based out of Atlanta, but their family goes way back in this town. They’ve been here for generations. Old money, if you know what I mean.”

As a native, Stella knows an awful lot about this town. And that wealthy family. She probably picks up a lot of information being a part of the household like that.

“I’m not the hugest fan of ultra-rich people. My, uh, ex,” I stumble over the word, “had money, and he was a class A jerk.” Is that who Markus is to me now? My ex? It sounds funny to say that.

“Hey, not all wealthy people are bad. The Keiths are great people.”

“So you know them?” I ask.

“Of course I do. They treat their household employees like family.”

Markus and I had someone who cleaned our house. But he didn’t even know her name. That isn’t my life anymore. It was weird to think about.

She pulls into the grocery store parking lot. “Well, that was a short drive.” I totally could have walked. So what if it is starting to drizzle?

“This town isn’t very big,” Stella admits. “What do you think of it so far?”

“It seems like a good place to hide.”

“Who are you hiding from?”

“My ex. It’s a long, twisted, messed-up story. I won’t bore you with the tedious details.” Only they aren’t tedious. They’re depressing. No one wants to know how much I’ve been putting up with from Markus. It’s embarrassing and makes me look weak. But now I’ve left. That should count for something, right?

“Sorry if it seems like I’m prying. You just seem like you’re down on your luck. I want to help. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t feel comfortable sharing.”

I open my car door after she parks. “Thanks for the ride.”

“Do you want me to go in with you?” Stella offers. “You know, show you around?”

“If you want.” It’s nice to make a new friend. Who would have expected that? It’s been a long time since I’ve been friends with someone. Markus didn’t really allow me to have friends. Maybe being in Blue Mountain will be just the fresh start I need. 

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