Forbidden Billionaire Ex-Con

By Kate Kendall

Love is a gamble I'm not willing to take.

The moment I mistake Sebastian Hayes as my date, I know I'm in trouble. The man is devilishly handsome, irritatingly charming, and also one of the newest casino owners on the Las Vegas strip.

As an FBI agent, falling in love with an ex-con, no matter how charming, is not in the cards! It is most definitely the last thing I expected to do.

Unfortunately, the more time I spend with Sebastian, the more I'm not sure I can
trust the man, especially with my heart!

When my case involving the hunt for a casino thief hits close to home, Sebastian
turns out to be my next suspect.

 

The stakes are high when you've been sleeping with the enemy.

 

Even more so when the only thing he's stolen is your heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chansamay Guzman
• Release date: Nov 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223332152

Kate Kendall

About the author Kate Kendall is an author based out of California who is a mother of three children and a grandmother of four grandchildren. Kate writes contemporary romance and billionaire romance. Once you've read her book, you won't stop there until you grab her next book. She's inviting you here to subscribe to her newsletter and stay in touch with upcoming new releases. Sign up for her Newsletter https://subscribepage.io/7bx9os

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Forbidden Billionaire Ex-Con

Kate Kendall

Copyright © 2023 by Kate Kendall

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Contents

1.Chapter 1

2.Chapter 2

3.Chapter 3

4.Chapter 4

5.JESSICA

6.Chapter 6

7.Chapter 7

8.Chapter 8

Chapter 1

JESSICA

Sweet baby Jesus. I wasn’t expecting him to look this good.

My breath catches as he turns, giving me the perfect angle of his God-like face. Blue eyes, a sharp jaw, and one killer smile. When my best friend Erica told me she knew the perfect guy to help me get over my ex, I thought she meant one of her techie coworkers, not a broad-shouldered God dressed in a black fitted Armani suit. My heart races as I stare at the man towering over the Roulette table as he effortlessly dominates the entire playing area. His fingers sit cradling his chin as he rubs the dark peppered hair along his jaw line. The wheel in front of him begins to spin and he watches it with a look that can only be described as amusement.

That’s a first.

Erica didn’t tell me much about Patrick and when I asked for a picture of him, she told me to trust her. At the time, a blind date sounded like the perfect disaster. Going in blind means relinquishing control and if there’s one thing Erica knows about me, it’s that I’m always in control. It’s built into my DNA. Tonight, is completely out of my norm, especially as an FBI agent. Well, almost. As much as I wanted to trust Erica’s judgement in men, I couldn’t help but pull a background check on my potential date this morning.

No prior arrests. Not even a parking ticket. Patrick is squeaky clean.

Anxiety gnaws at me as I stare at the bulky frame of my date. Patrick in person doesn’t seem like the squeaky-clean nice guy who is sweet, shy, and ultimately a bad kisser kind of guy I was expecting to see. The black-suited God in front of me has danger written all over him and he definitely looks like he could kiss my panties right off. Falling for a bad boy is the last thing I need right now. The last time I fell for someone, it ended badly.

I exhale the breath I’ve been unknowingly holding and glance at my watch. It’s almost 6 P.M. Patrick asked me to meet him at the Roulette table near the LUX buffet at 6 P.M. He said he would be wearing a black suit. I glance back at the handsome man in the dark-fitted suit. It has to be him. The crowd of players at the Roulette table grow quiet as everyone’s attention turns to the clicking sound from the wheel of destiny. I hold my breath, hoping that the wheel stops in favor of my date. Cheers erupt as it finally lands on red.

My heart sinks. He chose black.

To my surprise, a smirk spreads across my date’s mouth as the dealer takes his pile of chips. He lost. Yet he seems happy? My eyes grow wide as I scan the stack of chips, mentally counting his loss. That’s at least $50,000. The dealer and well-dressed man I’m meeting exchange a few words before grinning at one another. They seem friendly, familiar even. Maybe he’s a regular? He must have money if he just lost that much without breaking a sweat. My mind races a million miles a minute as I continue to drink him in and imagine the possibilities.

A text pings on my phone, pulling my attention away.

Erica: How’s the date?

I smile, laughing at the thought of Erica seeing me hiding behind a slot machine as I spy on my date. She knows how hard this decision was for me. After finding my fiancé in bed with another woman, I had sworn off love. I didn’t think I’d ever get back out into the dating world. After three years, it’s finally time to move on. My cheeks warm under the bright lights of the casino floor as I take a moment to stare at my reflection in the chrome of a nearby machine.

Tonight, I feel beautiful. Erica let me borrow her favorite red cocktail dress and it fits my curves like a glove. I pluck back a dark curly strand from my face and pinch my cheeks, a rush of warmth flooding them. After carefully inspecting my appearance, I summon all of my strength and walk over to the Roulette table.

Hi, I’m Jessica.

My broad-shouldered date looks up at me with surprised blue eyes that only widen as I step closer to him. The smell of whiskey and cologne hits me, sending a warm flutter to the pit of my stomach. I’ve never been this nervous. Talking to this man is more nerve-wracking than chasing down a murder suspect. His gaze drops to my fingers that sit extended out toward him. It takes him a moment before he finally wraps his hand around mine. My insides melt as his warm grip engulfs my tiny hand in his. He doesn’t immediately let me go but instead runs his thumb across the bottom of my hand.

It’s lovely to meet you.

His voice is gruff but warm and I can’t help but wondering what it would sound like to hear him say my name.

Thank you for meeting me here, I blurt.

Relax, Jessica. You’re making this sound like a business transaction.

I mean, it was nice of you to make time for me.

Uh, that sounds even worse.

His gaze grows more intense as it scans my face. A ghost of a smile appears on his lips as he slowly takes in the sight of my skintight red dress. He’s practically undressing me with his eyes. A rush of excitement pulses through my veins.

Maybe you can help turn my luck around, he chuckles.

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