Lone Star Lovers

From no-strings to fake engagement rings to having a billionaire’s baby… her one-night stand just got complicated!

“...sexy, naughty, and a whole lot of fun!”

— RT Book Reviews

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“I didn’t expect to see you here, gorgeous.”
“That makes two of us.”

Penelope Brand is about to make a PR comeback when she hears that Texas drawl—the one from her delicious night with “just Zach.” The drawl she now knows belongs to Dallas oil baron Zach Ferguson, her client’s brother! She won’t risk all she’s rebuilt for a stubborn man with a dimple…but then he announces to everyone that she’s his fiancé!

Zach only did it to avoid a scene, and he doesn’t regret it. Because Penelope is by his side and in his bed…and pregnant?! Now, if he has to buy the whole state to keep his baby—and Penelope—he will. The only thing he’ll never do is give up his heart…

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Dallas Billionaires Club, book 1, featuring Zach Ferguson & Penelope Brand

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Dear Reader,

If you read the Billionaire Bad Boys series then, yep, you probably recognize the main characters of this book! Penelope Brand = feisty, take-no-crap PR consultant who assisted Reese and Merina through their marriage for show. Zachary Ferguson = southern accented, charming builder who helped Eli with his charity, Refurbs for Vets. And now, my friends, these two have crossed paths … in Dallas! Turns out Zach had a very wealthy family he was escaping for the time being and Penelope had a bit of a PR disaster she opted to move away from.

So what happens when these two are reunited? (Yes, reunited. They met briefly at the end of The Bastard Billionaire.) Sparks. Heat. Pregnancy? What??? I had a blast writing Lone Star Lovers and can’t wait for you to read it! More details in the coming months… stay tuned.

xoxo,
Jessica

The Dallas Billionaires Club Series

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Standing before the mayor, was it any wonder the man had earned the hearts of the majority of Dallas’s female voters? Chase Ferguson was tall, his dark hair pushed this way and that as if it couldn’t be tamed, but the angle of his clean-shaven jaw and the lines on his dark suit showed control where it counted.

“Ms. Brand.” Hazel eyes lowered to a respectable survey of her person before Chase offered a hand. She shook it and he released her to signal to a nearby waiter. “Stefanie is around here somewhere,” he said of his younger sister. He leaned in. “And thanks to you, on her best behavior.”

The mayor straightened as a waiter approached with a tray of champagne.

“Drink?” Chase’s Texas accent had all but vanished beneath a perfected veneer, but Pen could hear the slightest drawl when he lowered his voice. “You’ll get to meet my brother tonight.”

She was embarrassed she didn’t know a thing about another Ferguson sibling. She’d only been in Texas for a year, and between juggling her new business, moving into her apartment and handling crises for the Dallas elite, she hadn’t climbed the Ferguson family tree any higher than Chase and Stefanie.

“Perfect timing,” Chase said, his eyes going over her shoulder to welcome a new arrival.

“Hey, hey, big brother.”

Now that. That was a drawl.

The back of her neck prickled. She recognized the voice instantly. It sent warmth pooling in her belly and lower. It stood her nipples on end. The Texas accent over her shoulder was a tad thicker than Chase’s, but not as lazy as it’d been two weeks ago. Not like it was when she’d invited him home and he’d leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

Lead the way, gorgeous.

Squaring her shoulders, Pen prayed Zach had the shortest memory ever, and turned to make his acquaintance.

Correction: Re-acquaintance.

She was floored by broad shoulders outlined by a sharp black tux, longish dark blond hair smoothed away from his handsome face and the greenest eyes she’d ever seen. Zach had been gorgeous the first time she’d laid eyes on him, but his current look suited the air of control and power swirling around him.

A primal, hidden part of her wanted to lean into his solid form and rest in his capable, strong arms again. As tempting as reaching out to him was, she wouldn’t. She’d had her night with him. She was in the process of assembling a solid bedrock for her fragile, rebuilt business and she refused to let her world fall apart because of a sexy man with a dimple.

A dimple that was notably missing since he was gaping at her with shock. His poker face needed work.

“I’ll be damned,” Zach muttered. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“That makes two of us,” Pen said, and then she polished off half her champagne in one long drink.