Thirtyish and Single

Table of Contents Thirtyish and Single (Too Hot to Handle) Thirtyish and Single Twelve-Day Lover Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Epilogue Mail-Order Groom Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Epilogue Mine for Twenty-Four Hours Prologue Prologue 2 Prologue 3 Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Epilogue Author's Note Note: This anthology is made up of three steamy, fast-paced, and feel-good romances (Twelve-Day Lover, Mail-Order Groom, and Mine for Twenty-Four Hours). If thirties are the new twenties, is it okay to take my chances with a wicked hot billionaire? Fleur aims to win a certain tycoon's heart at a ball, but to do that she needs to turn herself into a femme fatale...and lose her V-card to another tycoon. Should be simple and easy, right? French billionaire Philippe DeRose has everything thoroughly planned out when he agrees to a marriage of convenience. But everything also changes when his new wife loses her memory...and now imagines herself in love with him. Charlotte knew she was asking for the impossible when she asked God to lend her back her Mr. Right, even just for one day. But when her prayers are actually heard...will things still work out between her and her "new" husband, now that he's a billionaire and eight years younger? Thirtyish and Single by Marian Tee Note: This anthology consists of the following titles: Twelve-Day Lover, Mail-Order Groom, and Mine for Twenty-Four Hours Copyright 2023 by Marian Piñera All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Fleur aims to win a certain tycoon's heart at a ball, but to do that she needs to turn herself into a femme fatale...and lose her V-card to another tycoon. Should be simple and easy, right? Twelve-Day Lover Chapter One Operation Yuletide begins in 3...2...1. Fleur sashayed into the ballroom with her usual sass, and waiting photographers were quick to take notice. Photos of the Dutch heiress were always in demand, and unlike most socialites, Fleur was always game to strike a pose. She gave them exactly fifty seconds before blowing them a kiss goodbye and laughingly begging off when they started asking her questions about her personal life. Handling the paps was one of her God-given talents, and Fleur had long used it to her advantage in order to work PR magic for the family business. Thousands of lights twinkled above her head as she slowly descended the grand staircase, all of them fashioned like stars falling from a ceiling adorned with a rainbow assortment of dried flowers. In the months leading to Paradijs' official opening, the establishment had been marketed as Eden in the city. And since Fleur was one of the lucky few to have enjoyed an exclusive, early-access tour of Paradijs, she knew firsthand that the place deserved every bit of the hype surrounding it. Familiar faces surrounded her as soon as she reached the landing, and she allowed her lips to curve into a smile that revealed none of her thoughts. Even though she knew most people assumed she was merely another rich dumb blonde, Fleur liked to play it safe all the same. It was simply how she was raised, having been cursed blessed to be one of the younger sisters of Willem de Konigh. Air kisses and Thanksgiving greetings were exchanged, and throughout it Fleur hadn't any trouble smiling and making the right noises even as her gaze discreetly scanned the rest of the ballroom. Aha! Fleur's heart banged against her chest, but this was sadly more out of trepidation than excitement. She had never done anything like this before, but since one had to risk it to win it, Fleur gave herself a second to get into the zone—- Target locked. His name was Philippe DeRose, a French tycoon who had turned his family's once-modest vineyards into a billion-dollar wine-making empire. He was strikingly tall, breathtakingly handsome, and devastatingly sophisticated. He was also known to prefer women who were bold and assertive...neither of which Fleur could describe herself as. For now. Fleur kept her gaze straight ahead as she walked past the table where the tycoon and his other wealthy friends were seated. Even though she had never been the type to play any games with the opposite sex, she did have three billionaire brothers whose womanizing ways she had decades to observe. To capture the interest of a man like Philippe and her brothers, one had to be different without trying to be different, and in this case, that meant not looking at her target's direction...which should then make him look her way. Reverse psychology in other words, and Fleur knew the exact moment it worked. Amazing, Fleur thought dazedly. She could feel Philippe's gray eyes shamelessly following her, and Fleur worked hard not to turn red. A bold and assertive woman would enjoy such attention, and she was determined to act her part even if she had to paint her cheeks blush-free white to do it. The walk to her table was made inordinately long by the tycoon's scrutiny, and Fleur was weak with relief by the time she finally reached her seat. Even though her knees were already close to knocking against each other under her little black dress, Fleur's ingrained manners didn't allow her to sit until she properly greeted the other guests. Hello. It's so nice to see you