Book 3 - The Billionaire's Temporary Marriage (Cole and Brooke)
Book 5 - The Billionaire's Bodyguard (Mack and Mariah)
Book 4 - The Billionaire's Alternate Marriage (Jarrett and Rylie)
Book 6 - The Billionaire's Practice Kiss (Logan and Ellery)
To my daughters, who are so amazing that I sometimes wonder where they came from
A blizzard strands them together, but her secrets drive them apart.
When Carly gets on the plane, she doesn’t expect her seatmate to be a sizzling hottie.
They lock eyes, and she recognizes him. Liam Bennett... the guy she’s had a crush on for the last 16 years! Thankfully, he doesn't recognize her. Because he would despise her if he knew who she was.
A freak blizzard leaves Carly at the airpot without a hotel room. She has nowhere to turn but Liam. Stranded together at his friend’s house, Carly struggles to keep her identity a secret.
Liam is drawn to Carly like no other woman. She doesn't treat him like he has a disability. With her, Liam feels whole again. But she's hiding something.
He knows he and Carly could be great together, if only she would open up to him. He can't help hoping, especially after she lets him kiss her. The passion she shows him couldn't be fake. Could it?
Every minute they spend together, Carly falls even harder for Liam. But she's partially to blame for ruining his life. She refuses to cause him even more pain.
Dear Reader:
If you are already a fan of the Limitless Billionaires, I know you’ll love this novella that takes place two years before Bran and Stephanie’s story in The Billionaire’s Secret Marriage.
If you’ve never read any of the Limitless Sweet Billionaire Romance series, you’re in for a treat! Meet swoon-worthy heroes like none you’ve ever seen before. Laugh, cry, and fall in love with these inspiring men who refuse to accept limits in life or in love!
Enjoy Liam and Carly’s story!
Blessings!
Tamie
CHAPTER 1
CARLY
Carly tried not to stare as she slid into her assigned seat. After all, her mom had taught her manners before she passed away. But a quick glance told her the man sitting beside her in seat 2A was hot. She could only see his profile because he was typing madly on his computer, but she’d definitely had way worse seatmates on previous flights. Maybe this was an extra benefit of sitting in first class.
If so, it was worth the extra cost.
Her last flight she’d been wedged between a teenage boy whose arms and legs intruded into her space, and a woman who gave her a five-hour sales talk on subscribing to her perfume-of-the-month club, a hard sell since the sickeningly sweet aroma permeating from her almost drove Carly to use her barf bag.
“Ma’am?” The flight attendant, a willowy blonde, bent toward Carly. “Can I get you a pre-flight drink?”
She wasn’t thirsty, but she didn’t want to waste one of her first-class perks. “I’ll have a ginger ale, please.”
“Sir, would you like a drink?” The blonde added a sultry growl to her voice, obviously experiencing the same allure Carly did.
“No, thanks,” he murmured, his fingers moving rapidly across the keys.
Pursing her lips, the flight attendant moved on, but Carly suspected she hadn’t given up on her pursuit.
While 2A was occupied with his computer, Carly took a moment to appreciate his broad shoulders, which were situated a good six inches above hers. The guy was built. Definitely not like any of the engineering nerds she’d ever interacted with. And he looked vaguely familiar. He could be a professional athlete or even a movie star, and she would never know. She seldom came out of her lab at the medical center.
His jawline would’ve been perfect for one of those razor-blade commercials, with the uber-masculine guys who make women swoon when they rub their freshly shaven faces. The advertisers must figure wives will buy those blades, hoping a shave will transform their husbands into sexy hunks.
She hadn’t seen his eyes yet, but she had a feeling they would be smoldering. This guy was so hot, just looking at him heated her blood. On the other hand, she would probably think that about any red-blooded male right now, since her only relationship in the past four years had been with Max.
And the fact that I just thought of my electron microscope as a guy proves I need this break!
Carly ran her fingers from her forehead down to her temple then gave a quick tug on her hair. That’s how she thought of it—as her hair—even though it was actually a wig. And sitting beside the world’s hottest guy—single, from the looks of his empty ring finger—she wanted to be certain everything was in place. He would never suspect that she’d lost all her real hair during her twenties as a result of having alopecia.
Carly now wore wigs in a variety of styles and colors, making no effort to conceal the fact of her hair loss from the people she interacted with every day. Hand tied, with a lace front that made the edge disappear, the wigs were undetectable, even closeup, and so secure she could put her hair in a ponytail if she wanted. But wigs like that didn’t come cheap. The five she owned averaged about $2500 each. She couldn’t wait until she was out of grad school and making enough money to add to her collection.
As the plane taxied toward the runway, the flight attendant called for attention. “If everyone will watch me, I’ll show you exactly how to operate a seatbelt, on the off chance that none of you have ever ridden in a car.”
Everyone chuckled, except her seatmate, who furrowed his brows and typed even faster. Had he missed it or was he a grouch?
My luck, he’ll turn out to be Mr. Grumpy Pants.
Carly was glad she’d chosen her red bob, the one that made her the spitting image of pop star Faye Fortune. It couldn’t hurt to look like the famous singer when she was attempting to catch the attention of Mr. I’m-Hot-But-Busy-Typing. Of course, she’d brought her tame brunette wig for when she was speaking. She preferred that any attention from her presentation would be directed at her research, rather than her looks. But she would have three whole days to herself before the conference even started. She always preferred to be by herself this time of year. And the chance to see fall colors for the first time in her life was an added bonus.
Though currently, the scenery is better from where I’m sitting.
“Here you are, ma’am.” The flight attendant, whose name tag identified her as Layla, delivered a can of ginger ale, along with ice, in a real glass. “Has anyone ever told you that you look like—”
“Faye Fortune?” Carly smiled. “Sure. I’ve even posed for selfies before.”
