The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.
~ Thomas Jefferson ~
A sexy billionaire controlled by his clan. A voluptuous chef who’s never felt good enough. Will they find the freedom that only love can bring?
Handsome billionaire shifter Orson has everything a man could want -- money, looks, respect -- except the power to control his own life. His father, the clan’s alpha, has arranged for Orson to marry a woman from another clan for strategic purposes, leaving him trapped in a life without passion. That is, until he meets the curvy woman of his dreams…
Casey is a talented chef who dreams of having her own catering business. But the only real passion she’s been able to find is in giving people pleasure through the food she cooks.
When Orson invites Casey to his home, a misunderstanding gives way to life-changing passion that could change both their lives. His freedom comes at a high price… but has Orson finally found a love that’s worth the cost?
Alpha’s Heir is a short BBW paranormal romance novella in the “Bear Shifter Billionaire” series, a set of stand-alone stories that sizzle and satisfy. If you like steamy romance, drool-worthy cooking, and harrowing shifter battles, then you’ll love AJ Tipton’s breathtaking book.
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The mahogany desk smashed through the window in a rain of glass shards.
I just got that window fixed, Orson thought, clenching his fists around the sheet wrapped around his waist. Cold air from the broken window blew across his bare pecs and his nipples pebbled to hard points.
"Calm down, Dad," he said through gritted teeth.
His inner bear stirred in his chest, trying to force itself to the surface in response to the growing threat. Not now, not yet. Not here, he told the bear, pushing it back down again. Not while she's in danger.
"How dare you disobey me! You are a disgrace to your clan!" Nikolai bellowed, grabbing Orson's favorite armchair and throwing it against a bookshelf. The shelves rattled and broke, sending Orson's books on various programming languages cascading to the floor. The globe-shaped award Orson won for outstanding achievement in innovative software rolled across the hardwood floor.
"Please, I didn't know." The source of today's trouble whimpered in the corner. Sarah was shakily putting on her clothes, her delicious curves disappearing under her voluminous sweater.
They'd been dating a few days and Orson had known it wouldn't last--the bear inside had never liked her--but only a few hours ago he'd finally coaxed her to take off all her clothes when they had sex. When she'd finally realized how much he needed the sight of her large breasts heaving as he roughly plunged into her folds, the rush was exquisite. The awed look on her face in that moment didn't make up for the terrified expression etched there now. He'd barely had time to finish before his father smashed his front door to kindling.
"You are my son!" Nikolai roared. "I am the Alpha. You will do what is good for your clan, or I will kill you." He stopped pacing for a second. "Or, better yet, I will send for Cleo. She will put a stop to this ridiculous behavior."
Because I need another reminder that you think Cleo will be a better Alpha for our clan than your own son, Orson thought, taking deep breaths. He ran his hand through his short black hair and reminded himself, again, that he must respect his father.