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Betting the Billionaire by Avery Flynn
If that man calls her one more time… So what if Gabe Campos is a model-dating billionaire who gets Keisha Jacobs hotter than a Ferrari’s engine on the straightaway? He keeps pushing her to sell her family’s furniture business, but she’ll never give in—not unless she wants to give her father a second heart attack.
All Gabe should be thinking about is how he’ll finally get revenge on the man who killed his father. But when he meets the man’s daughter, Keisha, instead of focusing on destroying Jacobs Fine Furnishings, he can’t get her warm-whisky voice out of his mind.
Forced by a snow storm to spend the night together, their passion ignites. The next day, however, it’s back to business. The only way Keisha can save her family is to win a bet with the billionaire. But neither realized their hearts are part of the bargain…
First of all, a confession: I’m not normally into billionaire stories. I’ve read some I’ve enjoyed, but it’s just never been a genre I’ve really been into. I usually lean towards stories where the power difference between the main characters is more even or else really explicitly skewed, such as in paranormal stories with a fragile human as the heroine.
Betting the Billionaire was different. Gabe is a bit of an alphahole–out to ruin Keisha’s father for revenge without stopping to consider the facts–but he’s also very much aware of this. When he’s first introduced, he’s driving a car he knows nothing about through a snowstorm while wearing leather driving gloves and is the picture of clueless entitlement. I wanted to loathe him. Then his car breaks down and he spends several pages calling himself an idiot in multiple languages. By the time he shows up on Keisha’s doorstep, he’s already managed to worm his way into the reader’s heart.
The instant, overwhelming sexual connection between Keisha and Gabe is well done. Many books will try to convince the reader of the connection between the main characters by just describing the hero popping a boner every three paragraphs, but Avery Flynn has a more subtle touch than that. Their banter and desire for one another feels very real and believable and pulls the reader along for the ride.
So Gabe is a bit of a lovable asshole, but what about Keisha? Well, she first meets Gabe with a tire iron in her hands and she’s more than willing to use it. In contrast to the limp noodles often paired with blustering billionaires like Gabe, Keisha is fiery and fierce. This is a woman anyone would be lucky to have in their corner and luckily for Keisha’s father, she’s fighting for him and his company.
This is the first novella I’ve ever read where I was genuinely upset by how short it was. Not because I felt the story should have been expanded–it’s truly great just as it is–but because I desperately wanted more.