The Wild West Billionaire Duet

By: Harper Lauren

A billionaire romance boxed set 2018

The Wild West Billionaire Duet

Book 1: The Conquest

Book 2: The Secret

Author’s Words

Santa, you’ve gotta be kidding me.

One hot Xmas encounter in Jamaica has haunted me for an entire year.

But just when I was about to give up the search,

Guess who do I see sitting at my secretary’s desk?

Forget about beaches and bikini,

Even in her boring suit Hanna has me hooked

But she’s so stubborn and proper, refusing me in every turn

Yet always teasing me with a glimmer of desire in her eyes.

Girl, you have no idea how much I enjoy a challenging conquest

Chapter One



I groaned as I slouched down at the kitchen table and rested my chin in my hands. It was six-thirty in the morning – an ungodly hour to begin with – but it was also Monday, and there was nothing I was dreading more than going into work and sitting at a desk for nine hours, pretending to smile.

“Yes, please.”

Danielle nodded as she set a steaming cup in front of me. When the aroma reached my nostrils, I wrinkled my nose.

“You’re going to like it eventually,” Danielle said in a sing-song voice.

“Is that a threat?” I asked drily, staring down at the oily surface of my hot morning drink. “Or a promise?”

Danielle shrugged. “Whichever you’d prefer,” she replied. She arched an eyebrow and sat down at the table, sipping from her own mug.

“God, how are you so awake and put together,” I grumbled as I looked at my best friend and roommate. “It’s too early for eyeshadow.”

Danielle smirked. “It’s the coffee,” she replied. “Obviously.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for that,” I told her. “I feel so much better already.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Danielle said. “Besides, you’ve only been working there for what, six months? I’m sure you’ll like it more when you’ve settled in.”

I groaned again. “It doesn’t feel like six months,” I muttered. “It feels like an eternity.”

“Well, it’s either that or take out more student loans and go back to school,” Danielle said. She took a long drink of coffee. “And I somehow have the feeling that you don’t want to do that.”

“Indeed not.” Steeling myself, I wrapped my hands around the cup of coffee and brought the edge of the mug to my lips. The warmth felt good, and I had to admit that the smell was growing on me…but I couldn’t imagine how living, breathing adults managed to chug this stuff on the regular. It was like drinking hot, bitter poison, like feeling myself cook from the inside out.

“It snowed again last night,” Danielle said, glancing out the window. She shivered. “I can’t wait to stand and wait for the stupid bus,” she added sarcastically. “Nothing better than walking around all day with wet socks.”

I sighed. “Tell me about it.”

Danielle glanced down at her watch. “You’d better get a move on,” she said. “You’re gonna be late.”

I stuck my tongue out at her. “What are you, my chaperone?”

Danielle snorted. “No,” she said. “But I don’t exactly want to cover your portion of the rent if you get fired. You’re still in the probationary period, you know.”

“Don’t remind me,” I said as I got to my feet and wiped my hands on my pajama pants. The coffee had helped – marginally – and I felt a little more awake, but it was still ungodly early. The sun hadn’t even started to peek out over the horizon and I shivered as I went into my bedroom and quickly pulled on tights, a sweater dress, and my favorite pair over-the-knee boots. Ever since I’d started working, I’d been able to splurge a little bit on clothes…but just a little bit, as I was still paying off student loans and repaying Danielle for her months of financial assistance.

I knew I was acting like a brat. I knew I should be grateful – after all, there were twenty-four-year-olds all around Boston with no jobs. Hell, one of our friends from college, Maria, had been working as a barista for two years and she had a master’s degree!