I’m supposed to be training a billionaire for a charity boxing match, only my new boss is so arrogant and annoying, he hasn’t even bothered to show up. Bored, I decide to film one of my popular wrestling videos. I strip, oil myself down, and message the man who volunteered to be my wrestling partner. Only… whoops! I send the message to the wrong number. The wickedly hot stranger who appears at my door seems shocked when I grab him in a body lock and manoeuvre him into a bottom position. He thought my cryptic text was a booty call. He wasn’t expecting a tall, slippery, warrior woman in a hot-pink bikini to pull him inside and throw him down. And I don’t realize I’ve pinned the wrong man until my business-suit-wearing opponent comes up with some surprising moves of his own. Things get oh-so-much worse when my mistaken-identity wrestling partner turns out to be my new billionaire boss. That’s when our real sparring match begins… The Billionaire and the Booty Call is a swoony, steamy, grumpy/sunshine romance. It can be read as a standalone and has an HEA to leave you smiling.