Cover Reveal: Billion Dollar Chance by Linnea May

Today, we're revealing the cover for Linnea May's upcoming release, Billion Dollar Chance. Check it out! Note that the featured book is on pre-order right now for only $2.99; also free for kindle unlimited subscribers!!

Billion Dollar Chance

Linnea May

Cover Design: Marisa, Cover Me Darling

Expected Publication: April 5, 2021

I made it. I’m richer than the richest, and my voice has the power to override laws. But to get here, I had to push her out of my life.

Now she’s back—and she needs my help.

Ella Whitt. My college fling, my fiery adventure from the past, the ex who turned into nothing but a piercing regret.

Until she resurfaces when I least expect it.

She’s still just as brazen, bewitching and excruciatingly irresistible. The same addictive flame that charred me all those years ago. One look and I’m smitten all over again—but she’s in trouble, and I’m the only one who can help her. As a friend, of course, for old times’ sake. Nothing more.

Ella can never know about my voracious need for her, because I forbid myself to act on it.

And she can never know about the pact I made with my college friends — a pact to find a wife and secure my wealth in my name.

Because it definitely won’t be her.

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An Excerpt from Billion Dollar Chance:

“Maybe we can work something out,” his voice cuts into my musings. “Together.”

“What do you mean?”

It looks like he’s contemplating a response when the music dies down, bringing an end to the one song I agreed to. We stop dancing, but he keeps me in his embrace, only tightening his grip when I try to distance myself from him.

“One dance,” I remind him, barely able to control my breathing as the heat of his body envelopes me with its intoxicating allure.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” he asks, pulling me even closer. I feel awfully exposed with my boobs spilling out on top of my tight-fitting dress as I’m pressed against his body.

And yet, I lean into him.

I can’t help it.

It’s all still there. His heartbeat, his smell, the valleys of his chiseled chest, palpable even under all this fabric, his strong upper arms—and the depth of his dark green eyes.

I shouldn’t have looked up. I shouldn’t lock eyes with him, not now that we’re frozen in this intimate embrace, in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by faceless strangers who are starting to swirl around us as the string quartet strikes up the next song.

I can feel the world moving around us, but I cannot see it.

I know there’s music being played, but I cannot hear it.

I’m barely aware of the commotion surrounding us, the smell of the room, the voices, the string quartet’s tireless play—all of it fades into nothingness the moment I let myself fall into him. The world is no longer heavy with pain, anger, and regret, but merely provides a stage for us. A stage for what is next.

I want to kiss him. Despite everything, I want to kiss him so badly it hurts. The ache is running through my veins with such blazing force that my entire body starts burning up, further inspired by the shame that takes a hold of me a moment later—when our lips finally meet."