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  Table of Contents

  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

  Big Bad Fake Groom

  A Billionaire’s Virgin Romance

  Tia Siren

  Contents

  1. Big Bad Fake Groom: A Billionaire’s Virgin Romance

  2. Chapter One

  3. Chapter Two

  4. Chapter Three

  5. Chapter Four

  6. Chapter Five

  7. Chapter Six

  8. Chapter Seven

  9. Chapter Eight

  10. Chapter Nine

  11. Chapter Ten

  12. Chapter Eleven

  13. Chapter Twelve

  14. Chapter Thirteen

  15. Motorcycle Club Romance Collection

  16. BWWM Romance Collection

  17. Regency Romance Collection

  18. Big Bad Baller - A Bad Boy Sports Romance

  19. Big Bad Neighbor Sneak Peak

  20. Deleted Scenes Big Bad Fake Groom

  21. More Steamy Romance by Tia Siren

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  Blurb:

  I'm going to take her virginity - and then she's going to write about it.

  Stella Frisk:

  After years of worshipping my father, owner of a top fashion magazine, I now finally realize what a grade-A asshole he is. If he thinks he can fuck over my career and our family without any consequences, he has another thing coming, because I have a plan.

  Step one: Get my father’s nemesis, Gabriel Winter, to give me a job.

  Step two: Make my father regret he ever lost me by landing a cover story in his rival’s magazine, one that gives a detailed account of how his adoring, only daughter lost her virginity.

  The only thing is, when I pitch my story idea to my new boss, I don’t expect him to volunteer for the position I’m advertising. I’ll admit, it would be the cherry on top of my revenge cake, but can I really sleep with my boss just to screw over my father?

  Gabriel Winter:

  The moment I meet Stella, I know I have to have her. She’s one of the sexiest women I’ve seen in ages, and her intelligence and natural writing abilities just add to her appeal. So when she waltzes into my office one day with an intriguing story proposal, how can I not offer to help her achieve her journalistic dreams?

  But she does the unthinkable: She refuses my offer. I know I could give her something to write about. I just need to find a way to provide her a little taste of what she’s missing out on without getting HR involved . . .

  Turning down an opportunity to take Stella’s virginity will take every fiber of my being - I just hope I've got the self-restraint to do it.

  ***

  Personal Note

  Hi there. I’m Tia Siren. I’m not just an author of very steamy contemporary romance. But I’m also a bad girl. Well, not really. Just when I’m writing about my bad boys for you. So thank you very much for downloading my book. I’m sure the bad girl in you too will be spoiled. Rotten!

  After the main book, I’ve included some bonus stories for your enjoyment. If you like quick reads, then you’ll love the MC and BWWM collections. After those, I’ve included Big Bad Baller and an exclusive sneak peak of Big Bad Neighbor.

  So go on. Spoil yourself.

  xx Tia.

  Big Bad Fake Groom: A Billionaire’s Virgin Romance

  I need a wedding. I need a bride. But marriage is my worst nightmare, so why not fake it? The only thing worse than marriage? A virgin who wants to wait ‘til the wedding night.

  I’m New York’s wealthiest bachelor. Oil is my business and women are my pleasure. And the sound of wedding bells makes me cringe. Until I find out my inheritance depends on me getting engaged. So I do exactly what I do best. I buy a solution. Paige Scott is the hottest upcoming painter on the NY art scene and she needs the publicity as much as I need my inheritance. A deal made in heaven, right? Almost. The virgin naturally insists that we don’t have sex before the wedding. Marriage and virginity, REALLY? But Paige is the biggest tease my cock has ever gone hard for. Well, I sure can RISE for this challenge. I’m going to make her wet. I’m going to make her ache for me. Then, I’m going to steal her virginity before the big day. And once I get it, I’m gone.

  But I never counted on actually wanting to say, ‘I do.’

  Chapter One

  Paige

  “Finer strokes, my dear Paige. Finer strokes.”

  She focused on doing what Professor Grey instructed her to do by adjusting her grip on the paintbrush. The strokes on the canvas were smoother then. Somehow he always knew exactly what needed to be done.

  Paige turned on her stool to give an appreciative smile to Professor Grey. He was an older man with gray hair twisted back into a ponytail and a white beard that reminded his students of a real-life Santa Claus. He even had the potbelly that poked out through paint-splattered shirts.

  “You are doing wonderful,” he said, patting her on the shoulder. “More advanced than some of my graduating seniors this year.”

  The compliment cheered her up instantly. Two months of living in the hustle of New York City had taken a toll on her emotionally. She dearly missed both her parents who were back in Wyoming. This was the first time in her life she had gone this long without seeing them face to face, and it was hard every single day to not feel homesick. It didn’t help that her mother cried every time they spoke on the phone at the end of Paige’s hectic days of classes and figuring out where all the dining places were.

  New York University was spread throughout several city blocks. It took forty minutes to an hour just to walk to a class from her dorm. She didn’t mind so much though, except in the winter when it was freezing.

  It was a drastic difference compared to the quietness of her hometown. There were only 5,000 people there, and they lived on sixty acres of farmland. Hearing the constant sound of cars, alarms, and late-night chatter was also drastically different.

  And there were times that Paige wondered if moving to New York had been the right thing to do after what had happened. She quickly shut that last trailing thought down. There would be a time to deal with all that later, not while she was in her freshman painting class.

  “Really?” Paige asked.

  He nodded and let out a soft chuckle. “Yes. That’s a scary thought, now isn’t it?” He gazed down at her with kind blue eyes. “How are you handling your first two months here at NYU? Feeling homesick at all?”

  “Yeah, a little. If I’m being honest, it’s been hard,” she said. “I miss my parents, but I assume that’s normal.”

  “Normal as can be. You came from Wyoming, correct?” He tilted his head to the side, watch
ing her closely.

  “Yes. My parents own a farm, so the nightlight is a change of pace for me.” She shrugged, trying hard not to think about home. It would be far too easy to dive into another depression about missing her family and her old room.

  Professor Grey laughed. “I imagine it is. Well, try to stick to being here in New York. It’s a lifetime experience and a wonderful opportunity for a woman such as yourself.”

  He continued down the line of students. Paige finished up her painting with a pleased smile. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. That much she had recognized when opening the acceptance letter over a year ago to find out she had also been selected for a hefty scholarship that at least covered her food and housing. Everything else had fallen onto her parents’ shoulders, who insisted they had saved for a day when her dreams and talents would take her places.

  It had taken to her New York City of all places. The big city. And for a small-town country girl like her, it was different…even terrifying at times.

  She cleaned up her workstation as Professor Grey talked about next week’s student critique. He excused them a few minutes later with a bid for them to have a good weekend.

  Slipping the strap of her leather tote onto her shoulder, Paige filed out with the rest of her freshman classmates, but she didn’t bother talking to anyone. They were all nice, but several of them were too high class for her. They didn’t have problems with money. They were only going to New York University because their parents could afford it and they were required to go to school if they wanted access to a wealthy lifestyle. Students like Paige were the oddballs who wore cheap leggings and T-shirts to every class.

  She spotted Jessica Kindley waiting in the lobby of the fine arts building. Her heart lifted at the sight of a familiar and friendly face. Jessica lived in the room next to hers in their apartment building. She was on a full-ride scholarship to study English and Creative Writing. She came from a low-income home with five sisters, so that was the only way she had been able to come—through her writing.

  “How was class?” Jessica asked.

  “Fine,” Paige said. She stopped to wait for Jessica to gather her things from the couch she had been studying on. “I’m glad the afternoon is over though. Want to get some pizza tonight for dinner? I’m craving it like crazy, that thin crust New York style pizza that you can fold over and it still takes forever to eat.”

  “Absolutely.” Jessica grinned up at Paige before laughing. “You don’t have to ask me more than once if I’d like to have some pizza for dinner. Heck, you had me at thin crust.”

  Together, they stepped out into the warm afternoon and the bustle of people walking on the sidewalks. The sound of car horns filled Paige’s ears as they waited for a light to turn red before they could walk across in the direction of the freshman apartments.

  “I’m glad it’s Friday,” Jessica said. “I’m exhausted from all this running around my senior sister has been having me do.” She stifled a yawn with her hand and shook her head, as if trying to rid herself of the exhaustion that seemed to cling to her more often than not. “There should be a curfew against them getting us out of bed in the middle of the night.”

  “My senior sister hasn’t even really done anything,” Paige said, trying not to let her nerves show when Jessica glanced at her in surprise.

  Shannon Palmer was a glamorous and wealthy woman with a well-known reputation as the ring leader of her senior class. She was the popular and social butterfly with a half-brother who dealt with even richer people than their family. Celebrities. That was the rumor Paige had heard when a few freshman classmates had talked about Shannon Palmer picking her as a freshman sister.

  Except, the only times Paige ever saw Shannon were in passing on the street with a gaggle of senior friends around her. Sure, she smiled, said hello, but not once had Shannon asked her to do anything like the other senior sisters had asked their freshman sisters. She tried not to let it get to her though. Things like that didn’t matter. She wasn’t in New York to become popular or to hang around her rich classmates.

  They made it back to the freshman apartments thirty minutes later while they talked about their days. While Paige had a deep and profound passion for painting, she loved to read too. She and Jessica could spend all night pouring over the books they loved. They had gone several times to the bookstores around the city just to browse through, because they couldn’t afford to purchase much.

  “What are your plans tonight after pizza?” Jessica asked. “We can have a read-a-thon in my room. It’s a bit quieter than your apartment that overlooks the entire city.”

  Paige smiled as they swiped their cards through the card reader to enter the small lobby. The housing areas were located in the city as well but secured as tightly as possible. Strangers were not allowed in the dorms. The doors were locked as well past a certain time for security reasons.

  Her apartment overlooked a good portion of the city, which almost felt extravagant at times. The small living room had minimal walls. Instead, she had large glass windows. She enjoyed sitting in a chair at the end of the day while overlooking all the lights. It was beautiful. Dreamy.

  “How about getting a movie?” Paige suggested as they climbed the stairs to the top floor. “We could watch movies and eat pizza. My eyes hurt from all the reading I did today for history class.”

  “Wimp,” Jessica said, laughing. “Reading is part of the deal here at NYU. You’re going to find yourself with your head stuck in a book all the damn time if you’re not careful.”

  “I’ll do my best to watch out.” Paige crinkled her nose and gave her friend a funny smile. “God forbid I turn up a bookworm.”

  They reached the top floor of their building to find the last person they had expected to be in freshman housing—Shannon Palmer.

  She was as glorious as usual with her long blond locks curled perfectly, her smudge-free makeup, and her tight clothes that showed off her impressive physique. The smell of rich perfume filled the entire hallway.

  “Hi, girls,” she said, beaming at them both. “I was wondering if I’d catch you before the end of the evening, Paige.”

  “Oh,” Paige said, exchanging a look with Jessica, who looked as equally baffled by Shannon’s appearance. It was a rarity that Shannon focused on anyone but herself. Something was up… “I didn’t think you would be looking for me, honestly.”

  Shannon laughed. “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re my freshman sister.” She glanced over at Jessica, who shifted nervously on her feet. “I overheard that you two were making plans for tonight, and I hate to be the one who breaks them, but I have a specific thing for you, Paige, that I’d like us to do together.”

  Paige blinked a few times in confusion. She didn’t know what to think of Shannon’s sudden appearance after two months of nothing. After glancing at Jessica, who shrugged her shoulders indifferently, she looked back at Shannon hesitantly. “Okay. I guess that’ll be okay if you’re fine with it, Jessica. We had plans.”

  “Nothing important,” Jessica said. She nodded at Shannon. “Go ahead, Paige. I’ll see you this weekend.”

  “You sure?” Paige said, but she was quickly cut off.

  “Wonderful!” Shannon exclaimed, walking toward them on teetering high heels. “Do you have any dresses, Paige?”

  “No, not really. I just have shirts, leggings, and—”

  “You’re a bit petite, so I know you won’t fit into any of my things,” Shannon said, dragging her eyes up and down Paige’s form. “That’s okay though. We can go shopping before we hit the club.”

  “Club?” Paige repeated nervously. “I don’t know if—”

  Shannon took ahold of Paige’s hand. Her fingers were cool and strong.

  “I promise it’s not what you think,” she said. “I know you don’t like nightclubs. It said it in your ‘about me’ paper. That’s why I picked you. It’s perfect.”

  “For what?”

  The smile on Shannon’s face grew even bigger
, which should have been comforting but wasn’t at all. It was downright scary. “You’ll see.”

  ****

  “See. Look at that. You look hot in this dress.”

  Paige tugged nervously at the hemline of the black bodycon dress Shannon had insisted she try on. It hugged her curves in all the right ways, but it was a bit short and snug. She looked down at the modest heels Shannon had brought over as well. None of this was cheap, either.

  She turned to look at Shannon, who grinned excitedly at her. Suspicion trickled in through her nerves. None of the senior sisters spent money like this on their freshman sisters.

  “I can’t accept these things,” Paige said. “It’s expensive. It’s too much.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Shannon waved an airy hand. “My brother is a famous publicist for celebrities. He flips me tons of money all the time. This is chunk change for me.”

  “Okay, well, I still don’t know why you’re doing this all of a sudden.”

  That gave Shannon pause. “Doing what all of a sudden?”

  “Paying attention to me,” Paige said. “You’ve never once asked me to do anything with you before this.”

  “Oh, that.” She tucked a long blond curl behind her ear with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry about that. It wasn’t anything personal. School is just so busy sometimes, you know? I also travel a lot on the weekends, believe it or not.”

  That made sense to a degree. She never saw Shannon around on the weekends. Still, suspicion filled her at what had prompted Shannon’s sudden need to buy her nice clothes for a fancy VIP club.

  She was startled out of her thoughts when Shannon reached forward to unclip her hair.

  “I love your hair,” Shannon said. “I’m in love with the lob-type haircuts. I never have the guts to cut my hair.”