The thrilling conclusion to the Billionaires and Bikers series!

One tiny mistake turns Bee Carter’s worst fears into a terrifying reality. She knows she isn’t alone. The sexy, honorable man she adores stands by her side, willing to sacrifice his freedom to ease her concerns.

But she yearns for more than he is offering. She wants a partner who will love her as fiercely as she loves him, who will say the words and mean them, and someone who will choose her because this is what he desires more than anything else, not merely out of a misguided sense of duty.

Will saying no to the man she loves earn Bee unbearable heartache or will she finally get the forever she craves?

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My Review:
It’s all over folks, I laughed, cried, yelled, and laughed some more. I have read some book series that ended after you become hooked on the people and this one was done beautifully. Others have left you wanting more and I have been in a bad mood or sad all day. On the completion of this series, however I just sighed. Everything I wanted was there; Bee gets what she needs and wants. Both men are happy, Bee’s friends and mother are still standing by her side. What more could you want? Well, I still wouldn’t mind finding a guy like Hawke, but if I start to miss him I guess I will have to read the books again. I think the best part about this series is that you get to see the growth of all the people. Bee learns to trust and find value in herself. Cindy makes tough choices even she didn’t know she could, choosing friendship, love and the things that have real value in life. Nicolas learns how to be more than just a billionaire a**Hole and that there are ways to make a connection with others that is worth the time and pain that might come. Bee’s mom gets a second chance at happiness and Hawke, well he grows more determined and patient with every day. These are the kind of books I like, because they give us something real! Great job Cynthia and thank you so much for letting me be a part of this journey with you and your friends.  

Nicolas stands in the hallway, a sheepish smile on his beautiful face, and my small burst of joy dissipates, replaced by the dreaded malaise. He’s handsome, the lights shining on his black wavy hair, tanned skin, dark eyes. He’s immaculately dressed in a gray suit, white shirt, pink tie. He’s carrying ice cream, a small tub of Heavenly Hash cradled in his perfectly manicured fingers.
But he’s not Hawke. He’s not the man I love, the only person I want to see.
“Don’t look at me like that, Bee.” Nicolas pushes his way into the condo. “I had that situation with the New York build last night. There will be fancy events in the future.” He holds up the tub. “I brought ice cream.”
I summon a smile. “You forgot about me.” I take the ice cream from the dashing billionaire. “What do those articles I sent you say about forgetting friends?”
Nicolas grimaces. “You knew I was a bad friend.” He walks with me to the kitchen, smelling of expensive cologne and wealth.
“You’re not a bad friend.” I set two bowls and two spoons on the counter. “You’re a terrible friend.” I open the tub of ice cream.
The real estate developer settles his long lean body on a bar stool and dips a spoon in the container. “You’re not giving up on me, are you?” The lines carved between his perfect eyebrows belie his casual tone.
“I’d never give up on you.” I knock his sucked-clean spoon away and huddle over the tub, protecting the ice cream from impatient-billionaire-induced contamination. “Hawke doesn’t love me,” I blurt, needing to voice this, to share this with someone.
“He said that?” Nicolas steals a spoonful of ice cream from the bowl I’m filling.
“No.” I frown, scooping as fast as I can. “But he’s never said he loves me, either.” I push Nicolas’s bowl toward him.
His eyes sparkle. “I’ve never said I love ice cream.” He shovels the sweet treat into his mouth with a boyish glee. “But I do. Very much.” His lips curl upward. “The name of this flavor is perfect. It is heavenly.”
“Hawke doesn’t love me,” I repeat stubbornly, dishing out a smaller portion for myself.
“A good friend would agree with you.” Nicolas’s head is bent over his ice cream.
“You’re not a good friend.” I place the tub in the freezer compartment of the fridge. “What would you do?”
“I’d tell you that neither of you are acting rationally, that if craziness is a sign of love, Hawke has it much worse than you.” Nicolas licks his spoon. “He guards you like you’re the last piece of prime real estate on the planet. I’m taking my life into my hands by simply eating ice cream with you.”
I climb onto the bar stool beside him, his observations about Hawke’s protectiveness appeasing me, banishing some of my melancholy. “He cares about me.”
“No, he cares about his team.” The billionaire’s lips flatten grimly. “Disregarding all of my advice about maintaining his distance.” Nicolas believes remaining aloof from his employees makes painful staffing decisions less traumatic. “What Hawke feels for you is in an entirely different category.”
“It isn’t love.” Or is it?

USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
She lives in a world filled with magic and romance. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they adore. They live passionately. They play hard. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research, while they travel the world together, meeting fascinating people and finding inspiration in exotic places such as Istanbul, Bali, and Chicago.
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