Royally Flushed (Tech Billionaires)
by Ainsley St Claire
Kindle Edition
Published April 20th 2020 by Loisir Publishing
ASINB0847FS94L
Staying with him will be dangerous…
They call him Billionaire, Environmentalist, and Playboy. I call him Boss.
I try to keep it professional, I want to resist him, but the pull is too strong.
A bomb threat, a ransacked apartment, mysterious warnings, all telling me to leave him alone.
Yes, staying will be dangerous, but leaving him will destroy me.
Royally Flushed is a standalone romance with a happy ending. It’s second in Tech Billionaire Series. It takes place in the same world as the Billionaire Venture Capitalist and Clear Holiday and includes many of the favorite characters from the other books.
Excerpt:
He follows me up, and when we reach the landing below my apartment, my front door looks off—as if it’s cracked open. I stop and study it. That’s strange. Could Stacy or Angela have returned home early?
Jackson follows my gaze. “Did you leave your door open when you left?”
Brian stood with me as I locked the door this morning. “No, but maybe one of my roommates came home early.”
Everything in Jackson’s body tenses, and he stomps up the last few steps. He pushes the door open and blocks my view.
I scurry up after him, and despite his broad shoulders, I can see the mayhem in my apartment. My hand goes to my mouth. Everything has been ransacked, and I catch a glimpse of blue spray paint on the walls.
“Who… Who…would do this?” I begin to sob.
I try to pass him and get a better look. There’s so much to clean up. What am I going to tell my roommates?
“Come on. Don’t touch anything,” he says. “Let’s go downstairs and call the police.”
We return to the waiting car, and Jackson gets on the phone. “Jim, there’s been a break-in at Corrine’s. Call Detective Lenning and please meet them at her apartment. Then when you’re ready, we’ll be at my apartment. I’m taking Corrine there.”
I’m numb. They were in my apartment. They touched our things. I feel absolutely violated.
Jackson takes me in his arms and holds me tight as the car zips up the hill to his apartment. As we drive, he jumps from call to call, and they’re all concerning me and my apartment. I try to listen, but I can’t follow what he says.
When we arrive, I stagger to the elevator and follow Jackson into his penthouse apartment. He sits me down on the couch and returns with a small glass of amber liquid.
“Here, drink this. It shouldn’t do anything more than calm your nerves. Jim is on his way over. The police are headed to your apartment.”
I nod. “Who could’ve done this?”
“When you left your apartment this morning, Brian escorted you down, and he saw you lock up.”
I’m unclear if he’s asking for confirmation or stating fact. “Were my roommates home? Stacy is supposed to be in Mexico with her boyfriend, Sean. And Angela has been at a trade show in Orlando. Were they there? Are they okay?”
Jackson shakes his head. “No one was in the apartment. But all the bedrooms and the kitchen look the same as the main room. When are they due to return from their trips?”
“Both on Sunday night.” I cover my face, but I’m all cried out from the afternoon.
“I think everyone will need new beds, and your couch is destroyed. Whoever came in was very angry.”
“Why me?” I lament.
“I have a guest room, and you’ll stay here,” Jackson informs me.
My head whips up. “I can’t stay with you! You’re my boss.”
He follows me up, and when we reach the landing below my apartment, my front door looks off—as if it’s cracked open. I stop and study it. That’s strange. Could Stacy or Angela have returned home early?
Jackson follows my gaze. “Did you leave your door open when you left?”
Brian stood with me as I locked the door this morning. “No, but maybe one of my roommates came home early.”
Everything in Jackson’s body tenses, and he stomps up the last few steps. He pushes the door open and blocks my view.
I scurry up after him, and despite his broad shoulders, I can see the mayhem in my apartment. My hand goes to my mouth. Everything has been ransacked, and I catch a glimpse of blue spray paint on the walls.
“Who… Who…would do this?” I begin to sob.
I try to pass him and get a better look. There’s so much to clean up. What am I going to tell my roommates?
“Come on. Don’t touch anything,” he says. “Let’s go downstairs and call the police.”
We return to the waiting car, and Jackson gets on the phone. “Jim, there’s been a break-in at Corrine’s. Call Detective Lenning and please meet them at her apartment. Then when you’re ready, we’ll be at my apartment. I’m taking Corrine there.”
I’m numb. They were in my apartment. They touched our things. I feel absolutely violated.
Jackson takes me in his arms and holds me tight as the car zips up the hill to his apartment. As we drive, he jumps from call to call, and they’re all concerning me and my apartment. I try to listen, but I can’t follow what he says.
When we arrive, I stagger to the elevator and follow Jackson into his penthouse apartment. He sits me down on the couch and returns with a small glass of amber liquid.
“Here, drink this. It shouldn’t do anything more than calm your nerves. Jim is on his way over. The police are headed to your apartment.”
I nod. “Who could’ve done this?”
“When you left your apartment this morning, Brian escorted you down, and he saw you lock up.”
I’m unclear if he’s asking for confirmation or stating fact. “Were my roommates home? Stacy is supposed to be in Mexico with her boyfriend, Sean. And Angela has been at a trade show in Orlando. Were they there? Are they okay?”
Jackson shakes his head. “No one was in the apartment. But all the bedrooms and the kitchen look the same as the main room. When are they due to return from their trips?”
“Both on Sunday night.” I cover my face, but I’m all cried out from the afternoon.
“I think everyone will need new beds, and your couch is destroyed. Whoever came in was very angry.”
“Why me?” I lament.
“I have a guest room, and you’ll stay here,” Jackson informs me.
My head whips up. “I can’t stay with you! You’re my boss.”
About the Author:
Ainsley St Claire is a Romantic Suspense Contemporary Romance Author and Adventurer on a lifelong mission to craft sultry storylines and steamy love scenes that captivate her readers. To date, she is best known for her debut “naughty Nicholas Sparks” novel entitled “In A Perfect World.”
An avid reader since the age of four, Ainsley’s love of books knew no genre. After reading, came her love of writing, fully immersing herself in the colorful, impassioned world of contemporary romance.
Ainsley’s passion immediately shifted to a vocation when during a night of terrible insomnia, her first book came to her. Ultimately, this is what inspired her to take that next big step. The moment she wrote her first story, the rest was history.
Currently, Ainsley is in the midst of writing an eight-book series called “Venture Capitalist.” The third installment, Desire is due out September 1st.
When she isn’t being a bookworm or typing away her next story on her computer, Ainsley enjoys spending quality time with her loved ones. She is happily married to her incredible soulmate and is a proud mother of two rambunctious boys. A scotch aficionada and lover of good food (especially melt-in-your-mouth, velvety chocolate) St Claire has an appreciation for the finer things without pretention. Travel and adventure have taken her around the world, getting inspiration for many of her stories from the characters she meets and observes along the way.
To find out more about Ainsley St Claire both creatively and personally, feel free to visit her official website at www.ainsleystclaire.com or follow her on social media (@ainsleystclaire). St Claire always loves to hear from her readers so feel free to reach out via ainsley@ainsleystclaire.com
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