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The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2) By: Jessica Lemmon
Releasing October 25, 2016


Can’t Buy Me Love

It’s Tag Crane’s job to be the life of the party. Traveling from one exotic locale to another is just part of running the luxurious Crane Hotel empire. But even paradise isn’t perfect. Devising a new business strategy is keeping Tag up at night-and so is the Great Dane barking at all hours in the apartment below his. To muzzle the problem, Tag charges downstairs . . . right into the most beautiful, blond distraction he’s ever seen.

Dog-sitting by day, bartending by night. It’s not exactly the life Rachel Foster dreamed of. But when Tag Crane rushes in, all mountain-man shoulders and obscenely sexy smile, needing her help for the Crane Hotels, it’s a fantasy come true. What’s the harm in a fun no-strings fling? Only a fool would give her heart to a billionaire player like Tag-until suddenly the one man who can’t be caught is the one flirting with forever . .


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Author Info
A former job-hopper, Jessica Lemmon resides in Ohio with her husband and rescue dog. She holds a degree in graphic design currently gathering dust in an impressive frame. When she’s not writing super-sexy heroes, she can be found cooking, drawing, drinking coffee (okay, wine), and eating potato chips. She firmly believes God gifts us with talents for a purpose, and with His help, you can create the life you want.

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Top 5 Ways To Frustrate An Alpha Billionaire Bad Boy

In my new release The Billionaire Bachelor, our hero Tag Crane is having one heck of a time getting heroine Rachel Foster to comply. His tried-and-true tricks simply don’t *quite* break down this particular woman’s defenses. Which means Tag shrugs and wanders off to find a new woman to tempt, right…?


You know when an alpha guy finds The One, even if he doesn’t know she’s it for him yet, he digs in and tries, tries, and tries again. Which brings me to the Top 5 ways to frustrate an alpha!

Many of these Rachel does without even trying…

.5. Don’t let him pay your way. Alphas, especially rich ones, love to lavish gifts upon the object of their affection. If you want to frustrate him right down to his expensive shoes, insist on buying your own dinner. In Tag’s case, he won this battle, but it didn’t stop Rachel from arguing. Points: 1

.4. Insist on working. Tag invites Rachel to Hawaii under the guise of consulting on his latest bar upgrade for a Crane hotel on Oahu. But when he gets her there he decides he’d rather play than work… Rachel makes sure she puts in her hours whether he likes it or not. Points: 2… but -1 because she definitely makes time for play!

.3. Resist his advances. Playboy Tag Crane knows his way around a woman—and how to woo one. But whenever his cocky charm makes itself known, Rachel is sure to laugh it off. At one point, she lies and blurts, “I’m not the least bit attracted to… what you have going on.” Points: 3. Well played!

.2. Don’t react the way he expects. When Rachel opens her front door one evening to find Tag standing outside of it, he lays a long, delicious kiss on her lips. When she doesn’t respond by climbing him like a cat on a curtain, Tag is completely confused. He even thinks to himself “SURELY, she liked it?” Throwing him off-kilter comes naturally to our wily heroine. Points: 5

.1. Don’t spell things out for him. Alphas think simply. In The Billionaire Next Door, Rachel uses the phrase “Me-Tarzan, You-Jane” to describe his techniques. The best way to frustrate an alpha? Keep him guessing… You won’t only frustrate him, you’ll fascinate him. And once he’s fallen head over money clip, he’ll come running and fight to win you. Points: 10.




“This is so much colder than a cab,” Rachel said through chattering teeth. The bar was probably fifteen blocks from the apartment. What was she thinking agreeing to walk? She couldn’t feel her nose.

“But cleaner,” Tag said. She was currently taking two steps for every one of his, given his gait was longer than hers, even at a leisurely pace.

“I do better when it’s a nice, even seventy degrees.” She buried her chin in her scarf as she watched her boots cut through the gathering snow. “I guess it’ll be a few more months until we see milder temps.”

God. She was hopeless. Walking down the sidewalk next to a gorgeous guy and talking about the weather. But Tag didn’t balk.

“I like extremes,” he said, as if this was perfectly acceptable conversation. “If it’s hot, I like it really hot. If it’s cold, there’d better be snow or it’s a waste. I like the ocean because you can’t see the end of it. If I’m in a forest, I prefer one filled with massive sequoias.”

“Because you can relate to them,” she teased. “Giant.”

He turned his head and smiled and she admired straight, white teeth surrounded by a golden brown beard. He’d pulled his hair down and the light brown waves fell haphazardly over his black coat. Which was so sexy she couldn’t think. Especially since there were snowflakes in the strands. Not that she could blame them. Nestled warmly in those locks wasn’t a bad place to imagine being.

Again, she wondered at her attraction to him. Though he did kind of look like Thor, and while she wasn’t a die-hard comic book fan, she could appreciate the actor in the movie.

“How tall are you?” she asked, mostly to stop her inane train of thought. The more she was around him, the less she understood her basal reaction to him.

“Just under six-six. You’re what? Five-five?”

“Yeah. How’d you do that?”

He shrugged and looked ahead, but she didn’t doubt how he’d done it. He’d likely honed his carnival skills and was stellar at guessing weight and height. It wasn’t hard to imagine him using his intuition to figure out a woman’s weak points so he could attack where she was most sensitive. He’d probably had a ton of practice.

Was that where her concern was coming from? That he’d find her weak spots and use them against her? That’s what Shaun had done, she thought with a token amount of bitterness.

“How’d I do what?” A puff of air came from his lips, buried in his beard. She’d never liked facial hair. Until now, apparently.

“How’d you guess my height?” she shot back, feeling peeved more with herself than him. Lack of sleep, or maybe too much, she wasn’t really sure what to blame her reaction on now. “How’d you know I was a businesswoman before? I’m a great bartender, by the way. I was a bartender for longer than I worked in marketing.” She pushed her hands deeper into her pockets, lamenting not bringing her gloves with her. Her hands were freezing.

“Just observant. I’m good with people,” he said.

She absorbed that for a few seconds.

“What exactly do you do in Guest and Restaurant Services?” She air-quoted those words, which brought her bare hands from her pockets. He noticed.

“Where are your gloves? Do you realize it’s February in Chicago?”

“I forgot them.”

Tag stopped walking, a deep sigh working its way from his wide chest as he tugged off his gloves.

“I’m fine.” But he wasn’t listening. Once he’d had his baseball-mitt sized gloves off, he lifted her smaller, freezing hands to his mouth, cupping them in his palms, and blew on them to warm her fingers. He did this the way he did everything else.



And looking right at her.

He brushed his lips over her knuckles as a drove of chills shot down her spine and legs. She became fascinated by how soft his beard felt against her freezing skin, and then those chills were replaced with heat. Pooling in her belly, between her thighs, and infusing her face with color.

“Thanks,” she muttered when he let her go. She stuffed her hands into his gloves—they were warm, and after his personal attention, so was she. They finished their walk to Crane Tower, and once they were in the lobby, she put that together with Crane Hotels. “You’re pretty brand loyal aren’t you?”
“Honey, you have no idea.”




THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR (Billionaire Bad Boys #2) by Jessica Lemmon

•Simple Yet Impressive

After Rachel’s ex Shaun not only took credit for the work she’d done, but then stole the promotion she’d worked her rump off for, she quit the job she’d left the small town in Ohio for, but then dumped him. Now she’s working as a bartender with her friend and roommate Bree, except now Bree has a new fiancé so she knows it’s time to not only get some of her independence back, but learn to stand on her own two feet again. She gets some of her independence back when Oliver, one of her regular weekly customers asks her to stay in his penthouse to dog sit his Great Dane Adonis for a month while he has to travel for work. While there she meets Tag, the bad boy who lives on the next floor up. Who turns out to not only own the building, but be the youngest son to billionaire Alexander ‘Big’ Crane. Tag runs the restaurant side of Crane Hotels nationwide or “Guest and Restaurant Services,” as he describes it. Rachel thought of Tag as her long-haired, bearded neighbor, who closely resembles Tarzan, or maybe Thor instead. But he’s a billionaire hotel magnate, he’d been intimidating physically, but now he’s also monetarily intimidating, but oh so hot!
Tag was sure Rachel liked him, but now he’s not so sure. What’s up with her, but maybe it’s him? He’s never been off kilter with any woman before, they always flock to him and although they only occupied his mind to a certain extent, he’s never been one to fantasize, zone out, or lose sleep over any woman. But with Rachel he cannot shake the feeling of her fingers on his body, he just can’t stop thinking about what her touch did to him, no other touch has ever been as welcome as hers had been. She has him so wrapped up, he doesn’t know what to do and indecision isn’t typically him. Usually if a woman gave the impression she didn’t want to be around him or want him around he didn’t care, he’d just walk away, there were plenty of women who wanted him. But he wanted the blonde, cute, dimple cheeked Rachel. She intrigued him, and he wasn’t going to give up or back away from what he wanted. She wouldn’t be staying at Oliver’s place much longer. So he came up with a plan to involve her in his bar-rehab project in Hawaii. Since she used to work for Winshop Luxury Hotels as their bar manager, who are one of Crane Hotels’ major competitors. As well as currently bartending she had major in site for what was needed to help revamp the hotel bar, but it also gave him a chance to spend more time with her.
What happens in Hawaii between Tag and Rachel? Does she stick with her plan of “just having fun”, and come back to Chicago to start fresh, or do things become a permanent love story between them? You’ll have to read THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR to find out. But it’s worth the time to sit back and enjoy reading their spunky back and forth banter. Although this is Book 2 of the Billionaire Bad Boys series, it can be read as a standalone story, as I read it. I will however go back and read THE BILLIONAIRE BACHELOR (Book 1), just to read Reese’s story! This is my first Jessica Lemmon book, but it won’t be my last. I enjoyed her writing style and the heroine who stands up to the hot and sexy billionaire who thinks all women will just fall at their feet, awesome storyline! I received an ARC via Tasty Book Tours through NetGalley in exchange for a blog tour review. Due to sexual content this novel is recommended for readers 18 and older!


~ then walked toward her. No, stalked. Stalked toward her like a lion. Or a panther. Or some big, muscled cat. Definitely a lion. Because he has a mane.

~ the girl for you will challenge everything you think you know about yourself. That’s how you know she’s a keeper.


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