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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  Billionaires on the Beach: the Anderson Brothers

  The Billionaire’s Mistake (Sloan’s Story) by Elizabeth Lennox

  Her Reluctant Billionaire (Logan’s Story) by Noelle Adams

  The Billionaire’s Babysitter (Wyatt’s Story) by Leslie North

  Chased by the Billionaire (Greyson’s Story) by Lizabeth Scott

  From Geek to Greek Billionaire (Alexander’s Story) by Gloria Silk

  Copyright 2017

  ISBN13: 9781944078447

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Sloan’s Story by Elizabeth Lennox

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  Logan’s Story by Noelle Adams

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Wyatt’s Story by Leslie North

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Grey’s Story by Lizabeth Scott

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Alexander’s Story by Gloria Silk

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  About Elizabeth Lennox

  About Noelle Adams

  About Leslie North

  About Lizabeth Scott

  About Gloria Silk

  Prologue

  The fork clinking against the crystal glass caught everyone’s attention. Six sets of eyes turned towards her, and Sandra Anderson gazed back at her five sons and husband with love.

  And impatience.

  “What’s up, Mom?” Wyatt asked, slouching in his chair but with that undeniable Anderson charm that was part of his signature magnetism.

  “You know that I love all of you, right?” She surveyed her boys, seeing the various expressions on their handsome features. Well, expressions on all but Sloan’s, her oldest. Sloan had learned to hide his emotions better than anyone she knew. Logan, quiet and unassuming, but still full of that Anderson charm although he doesn’t use it to the same brutal effect as Greyson or Wyatt. Wyatt, her third oldest, smirked slightly but had the audacity to wink at her. Her fourth son, Greyson, chuckled, and Sandra suspected he was actually thinking about his latest female conquest. Not that the woman would last very long. She loved all of her sons, but she strongly disagreed with the way Greyson was going through the female population. And then there was Alexander, her adopted son, but no less loved. The youngest and shyest of the Anderson clan, he had a bookish quality to him that, combined with his curly black hair and adorable smile, still caused all of the ladies to swoon. Not that he would know. Alexander tended to keep his eyes focused on a computer, oblivious to the ladies that swooned in his wake.

  “Yes, we’re fully aware of your undying affection,” Greyson teased, only to be jabbed in the ribs by Alexander. Goodness, the trouble those two had gotten into over the years!

  Ignoring their various eye rolls, she continued on. “I want grandchildren. I’m nearly sixty years old, and I want to hold a grandchild in my arms before I die.”

  Sloan lifted his glass of wine as he said, “There’s still plenty of time for grandkids, Mom.”

  Sandra turned to glare at her oldest. “I don’t think so, dear. I think you should focus a bit more on expanding this family and less time buying up another company to pull under your corporate logo.” She heard Alexander smirk and turned her glare towards him. “As if you are any better?” she asked slowly. “I might not have given birth to you, but you are still my son, and I still want grandkids. From you! You’re no better than Sloan about empire building.”

  Alexander’s smile disappeared and he nodded his head. “Got it, Mom.” Once again, Greyson nudged Alexander, and they seemed to share a secret.

  Sandra turned her attention towards the others, knowing she’d never figure out her two youngest. Not unless they wanted her to know something. “Okay, so here’s the plan. You’re each going to seriously think about your lives and the way you are dating, and you’re each going to find a nice lady.” She turned to glare at Greyson, who lifted his hands up in the air.

  “I’ve found many nice ladies, Mom.”
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  Wyatt snorted. “I think you’ve found too many nice ladies,” he teased, earning him a punch on the arm from Greyson.

  Logan sat up a bit straighter. “We hear you, Mom. We’ll all get to work on it.”

  Four sets of eyes turned in Logan’s direction. Four sets of stunned, horrified eyes. Even Sloan, who rarely showed any emotion on his face, looked disgusted at the idea of settling down with one woman.

  “I’m serious!” Sandra sternly announced. “I want grandkids, and I want each of you boys to find the love of your life.”

  Her husband of almost forty years, Jason Anderson, had sipped his wine during the past several minutes, amused by his wife’s challenge. He took in his sons’ amused expressions, knowing that they were simply humoring her this time around. Jason chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t think you want to mess with your mother on this issue,” he announced. Looking at Sloan, he almost laughed as he said, “Remember when you decided to take my Porsche out for your date with Julia?”

  Sloan’s slightly amused expression faded. In fact, all humor completely disappeared from his handsome features. “Yes. I remember.” He turned to his mother, nodding his head. “I’ll get right on it,” he vowed.

  Greyson chuckled. “Don’t want to drive a minivan around town again?” he teased. To a mother with a busy schedule, a minivan could be a prize. For a teenage boy, driving a minivan was…emasculating.

  Sloan’s eyes slashed to Greyson. “Yeah, well, at least I didn’t have to wear a bow tie for a month.” He smirked, referring to the time Greyson decided to wear a tie-dyed shirt to church one day, announcing to one and all that he wasn’t going to dress up anymore.

  Greyson’s laughter immediately died, and he turned to his mother as well. “No more playing the field. I’ll start the search tomorrow.”

  Alexander shook his head, but Wyatt caught the gesture. “Don’t even think you got out of Mom’s creative punishments. I still have pictures of…”

  “Don’t say it!” Alexander snapped, then looked around at the others sitting at the table. “We agreed never to bring that up!” He heard the others laugh, but Logan’s chuckle was the loudest, and Alexander relaxed back against his chair, lifting his glass of wine as he said, “Think you got out of mom’s creative punishments?” he taunted. “I seem to remember you having to spend several weekends at the dance studio when you were rude to Cora Dennison.”

  Logan groaned, shaking his head. “Worst month of my life,” he announced. “I still refuse to dance to this day!”

  Wyatt sighed and touched his mother’s hand. “I don’t know of any other mother who was better at coming up with good punishments than you. So we’ll tow the line and get on board. Grandkids. Woman of our dreams. Love of our lives. Got it.”

  “Not in that order,” she admonished, turning her hand over so she could hold his hand. Lifting her wine into the air, she said, “To the next generation!”

  Jason immediately lifted his glass, winking at his beautiful wife who had given him many years of happiness. “To the next generation,” he agreed.

  Five more glasses were raised, although much more reluctantly. As the conversation resumed, Sandra sat back in her chair and listened, loving her sons and her husband. Looking towards the opposite end of the table, she smiled at the man of her dreams. The love of her life. His look told her that he was right there with her.

  What a wonderful life she’d had. Five sons, all following their dreams, all wonderful gentlemen, if a bit too callous about the ladies.

  Soon though. She knew she’d have grandkids very soon. Her sons had never let her down. They weren’t about to do so now.

  Sloan’s Story by Elizabeth Lennox

  The Billionaire’s Mistake

  Chapter 1

  He didn’t quite fit in.

  That was the first thing Maria thought when the tall man stepped into her cozy coffee shop. It was about an hour from closing time and only a few other customers were lingering over their coffee.

  During the day, her coffee shop was lit up by the bright sunshine streaming in through the large windows that looked out onto the beach. But now that moon was high, the lighting wasn’t nearly as bright, and the dim, overhead lights seemed to create shadows on the hard planes of the man’s face. He looked both handsome and dangerous somehow. But not in a scary-dangerous way. It was more of a…well, a yummy-dangerous way. Maria couldn’t fully define the feeling, but her stomach did a few flip flops as he approached.

  As soon as the chimes over the door stopped jingling when it closed behind him, she knew that he was severely out of place. Oh, the well-worn denim jeans and the barn jacket appeared to be similar to all the other clothes that her other customers wore during the winter months. But there was just something about this man that…well, he was different.

  Stronger. Definitely taller. More muscular than the regular guys who hung out at the beach during the summer months and yet…harder. Yes, this man was…out of place.

  The sharp look in his silver eyes told her that he was definitely not a man to mess with.

  And yet, as Maria watched him approach the counter, her heart pounding harder with each step, everything inside of her wanted to do just that. She wanted to make this man smile.

  Perhaps she was just being fanciful…but she suspected that this man needed to smile, perhaps take himself a bit less seriously, add a bit of fun to his too-serious life. Patrons of her coffee shop were right on the boardwalk, after all. It was a place where the world came to relax, and yet, she got the sense that this man rarely unwound.

  Yes, that was probably it. Instinctively, she suspected that the man needed some laughter in his life. He needed a break from whatever burdens weighed down his broad, delicious shoulders.

  So why did she feel like backing up and ducking when his eyes turned to focus on her? Why did she feel like rushing into the back office, hiding from him, as he approached?

  She never had this kind of a reaction to a man. Men were just…well, they were nice and all. Admittedly, none of the men she’d dated in the past had looked like this man. They’d been boys while this man…he was a man! She’d been pretty much immune to the men who casually strolled through her life and hadn’t seen a reason to be overly concerned with that situation.

  There was nothing casual about this man. And she doubted he’d ever strolled in his entire life. Nope. He was too tough for strolling. Too stern for casual.

  And yet, he hadn’t said a word.

  Realizing that she hadn’t either, she cleared her throat, slid her nervous palms down along her flowered apron, and forced her feet to carry her forward while pasting a smile onto her face. “Hi there!” she said in her best imitation of southern hospitality. “What can I get you?”

  The man continued to watch her, almost as if he were analyzing a bug. An amusing bug, but a bug nonetheless. “Coffee. Black. Large.”

  Maria almost laughed. “No superfluous words for you, huh?” she teased, as she grabbed a large, insulated cup and poured in steaming hot coffee. As she pressed on a lid, she brightened her smile. “How about a chocolate muffin to go with that?” she offered. “They are my grandmother’s secret recipe. You’ll never taste better.”

  He watched her for a long moment and Maria felt…strange. Those silver eyes…they were almost molten with an inner heat. She stared back at him, feeling a bit like a trapped rabbit. “Or a cookie?” she offered lamely.

  There! He smiled!

  Well, not exactly. Those hard, thin lips just seemed to…. Hmmm, if Maria had to define the almost imperceptible shift of his facial muscles, she’d say that his lips weren’t as tense. Perhaps on this man, “not tense” was about as close to a smile as he ever managed.

  “Just the coffee,” he told her, that deep voice making her feel strange. An image of a rabbit came to mind. A rabbit being taunted by a fox. No, foxes were small and fluffy. There was nothing soft about this man. And fluffy? She almost laughed at the possibility. He was the antithe
sis of fluffy.

  This man was a wolf! A big, huge, muscular, wily wolf, who was hiding his teeth, just trying to lure the gentle rabbit into his lair.

  Shaking her head, she pressed a few buttons on the computer, then waved to the credit card machine, indicating he should simply slide his card through. He did so and she stared, fascinated by his hands. The fingers were long and lean, but she guessed that they would be strong. Hard. His nails were clean, but not pretty. No male manicure for this guy.

  “Enjoy your coffee!” she said, hoping to get an actual smile.

  Nothing. The man simply lifted his coffee cup and walked over to one of the empty tables.

  With a sigh, Maria turned back to her cleaning. She diligently disinfected the equipment and prepared the area for the next morning’s business rush, organizing all of the coffee, milk, creamers…everything. And darn it, she couldn’t seem to stop glancing over her shoulder at the man. Unfortunately, every time she did so, the man was staring right back at her.

  Thirty minutes before closing, she was finished with her cleaning. The only thing left was to throw out today’s pastries.

  Biting her lip in indecision, she looked over at him one more time. Thankfully, this time he was entering some information into his laptop, those long, lean fingers moving quickly over the keyboard. Goodness, he was fast!

  Taking one of the paper plates, she grabbed a white chocolate-raspberry muffin and carried it over to him. “Here,” she said, feeling awkward and strange being this close to the guy’s magnificent shoulders. She was painfully aware of him as those silver eyes looked up at her. Again, there was no discernable change in his facial features, but she sensed his unspoken question. “I’m getting ready to throw them all out, so it doesn’t make sense for you to miss out. On the house,” she told him and turned quickly away.

  Back behind the safety of her coffee counter, she busied herself with the last few details to get things closed up for the night.

  When she saw him glance at his watch, she was relieved to note that she wouldn’t have to kick him out of the shop. She didn’t think she could. Nope, Maria suspected she would simply wait around until the man wanted to leave. Talking to him was…disturbing. Dangerous. Scary!