Title:
The Billionaire BankerGenre:
Romance/EroticaAuthor:
Georgia Le CarrePublisher:
Georgia Le CarreFormat:
eBook
Purchase: Amazon
When Lana Bloom learns the devastating
news that her mother is dying, she is faced with a terrible dilemma.
The one thing that can save her is the one thing she does not
have. For young and innocent Lana, the unthinkable becomes her
only choice.
But when she walks through the door of
that exclusive restaurant she has no idea of the seismic shift her
life is about to take, for the highest bidder will not be the rich
man she has accompanied. Fate drops her at the feet of the
deeply mysterious and dazzlingly gorgeous American banker, Blake Law
Barrington. Throbbing with raw masculinity and arrogance, this
is a man who owns all that he pursues.
And now he wants her.
The Billionaire Banker by Georgia Le Carre is a bit of a This
Man-Fifty Shades of Grey-Fire After Dark mixture to it… without
the BDSM aspects. Outrageously rich, sex in Italian leather shoes, bossy man..
Sweet, innocent, and beyond poor good girl who is prepared to do the most
unimaginable things in order to save her mother.
I instantly liked Lana, even if she was a bit too naïve. I
suppose I am a bit like the handsome Blake in the fact that I am jaded against
thinking that such naivety can survive in this world. But Lana proves time and
time again that while she is sheltered and innocent she is also unassuming and
brave in her own way.
Blake was pretty much exactly like I expected; spoiled rich boy
who was used to getting his way in all things. Just like many of the characters
like his in other books he has the “she-won’t-get-to-me-I’m-cold-as-ice”
attitude. (We all know exactly how these things end.) There wasn’t anything
outrageously exciting about his character. There are a few things of his
lifestyle that were interesting, I would have liked to know a bit more about
some aspects of the world he is accustomed to.
The character development was alright. Really, for me the star
of the book was Lana’s best friend Bill. I loved her fierce loyalty and her
spunk. I could have used a whole lot more of her in the book. Also, we have
Lana’s mum. It was hard not to have a soft spot for her because you know her
influence is what raised such an unassumingly sweet woman.
Overall, the book is a good read. There are several places that
were a bit choppy in the storyline and the timeline was pretty specific in that
the agreement was for a length of time, yet the author never really pinpointed
how much time had passed nor how much time was left so it was a bit “wait,
what?” when something would happen that had several weeks’ worth of time
passing. The smutty parts of the book are pretty hot. I won’t say they are the
hottest I have read, but these are surely not your Grammies Harlequins. One
thing I will give HUGE props to this author for is she wrote a semi-realistic
virgin deflowering scene. No screaming orgasms and it feels SOOO amazing. Nope,
it hurt like a bitch and she cried. He freaked a bit and left awkwardly.
Basically, it sums up more than half of the deflowering stories I’ve heard from
my friends over the years.
The Billionaire Banker gets 3.5 stars for storyline and 3.5 stars
for smut. I look forward to reading the next book in the series, I know the
author will find her own in this new genre and will just get better and better!
Rupert
directs his astonished, vicious eyes at Lana’s. ‘You offered
yourself to him too?’
Lana
stares mutely at Rupert. His eyes move derisively, hatefully over
her. She feels herself cringe.
‘Does
he know how much you charge?’
‘Do
you doubt I will be able to afford her?’ asks Blake.
Rupert
shrivels the way a leech that has had salt thrown on it does. ‘This
is why you invited me here, isn’t it?’
‘Yes.’
‘What
a joke!’ he taunts, but his jibe lacks any real bite. ‘The great
Barrington can’t find his own whore. He has to steal mine.’
‘I
didn’t steal her,’ Blake notes reasonably. ‘I just offered to
pay more.’
Rupert’s
eyes bulge, bug-like. ‘She’s just a cheap bloody tart. I’ve
just finger-fucked her out there,’ he taunts maliciously, jerking
his dandruff-laden head in the direction of the door.
Lana
feels Blake’s hand tighten around her waist. ‘Consider it an
unearned freebie, then,’ he says quietly, but there is warning in
the calm words. A warning that is not lost on Rupert. The air
becomes tight with tension. Lana looks from one man to the other.
It is like watching two lions fighting for supremacy. But her body
knows which lion she wants to win this fight.
Rupert
shrugs. He knows he’d be a fool to go against a Barrington. He
has much to lose. ‘If you think I’m going to fight over her
you’re mistaken. Have her.’
He
turns on his heel and leaves.
Blake
lets go of Lana. She realizes she is trembling. She leans against
the desk, hating herself, but unable to stop—nothing is more
important than the money—she asks, ‘Did you mean it about the
money?’
What Blake thought and experienced
when he saw Lana being mauled by the despicable Rupert Lothian?
I should
have known then.
Who was I
kidding? Just sex? With her? That would never be
enough.
This girl was
the siren, the temptress that my father had warned me about. The one that
had been specially chosen to bring me to my knees. But at that moment I
was the proverbial moth flying helplessly towards the flame. I guess, I just
wanted her light, more than I wanted anything else...
The brute had her
pinned against a wall, his big body completely hiding her from my view.
Must have only been minutes, but it was like a lifetime watching that broad
back and thick neck. I had to fight the instinct to go over. Break
them up. But I am a strategist, a man who knows when to pounce, how to
exploit an opportunity. Not yet. Soon. Lose a battle to win
the war.
A woman came and
wrapped herself around me. She laid her perfectly manicured red fingernails on
the lapels of my jacket and smiled slyly. I glanced down at her and
shuddered. I hate it when women I don’t fancy throw themselves at
me. At that precise moment Lothian moved his thick body away and I saw
Lana. Flattened against the wall, her face white, mascara streaking down her
face, and her lips already beginning to swell.
Our eyes met.
Fuck me, I looked into
her shocked, defenceless eyes, and I did not feel lust! I did not want to
take and use and discard as I had done with all the others. The only
thing I registered in my body was the unfamiliar need to protect. Not
myself but her. That same sensation I had experience once a long time ago
as a young boy, when I had come across an injured baby bird. It had
fallen out of its nest. I had scooped it in my cupped hands and warmed it
inside my jacket. After it died that evening I never again experienced
that sensation. Until now.
Stunned by my own
reaction I watched as she ran out of the room on those ridiculously high shoes
of hers. And the dirty looks she got. You should have seen
them. You’d have thought she stank. I despised my kind then.
In the corridor I saw her
lurch unsteadily towards the powder room.
After a few minutes I made my
excuses and went to wait for her in the corridor. What the fuck was I
doing? But the rational, thinking Blake had gone numb. And another
part, a secret part of me that I never let out, that I refused to even
acknowledge, had come out and taken over. I crossed my arms and lounged
against the wall.
When she came out, I
almost did not recognise her. Underneath the layer of badly applied
make-up she had the face of a schoolgirl. Hell, she better not be
under-aged. That would be all my plans down the toilet. I
straightened and waited for her to come up to me. She was no longer
crying. Her head was held high and those indescribably turquoise eyes
were proud and flashing, and she would have walked right past me too, if I had
not raised a detaining finger.
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