Newcastle Golf Club is the hub of my community. So when hunky Jericho Parr buys the club and is going to change it, I’m going to fight him every step of the way. 

Fighting him would be a lot easier if Jericho wasn’t a cocky flirt who knows how dang handsome he is. With a dirty sparkle in his blue eyes and an iron determination, he’s out to change the most important parts of NGC. 

When I try to reason with him, he won’t budge an inch. When I try to explain the importance of it, he smiles that dashing, mischievous grin and goes right back to work. 

So I’m going to try everything to get him to listen to me. Everything is on the table, and on his desk, and in the shady clearing behind the fifth fairway. 

But he’s still working like a demon to obliterate the charming parts of NGC like he’s on a deadline. 

Something else was going on with him. 

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If I lose this bet, it will bankrupt the company that I and my three best friends have built for the last ten years. But to win it, I have to destroy what Tiffany Jones loves the most. 

It was a stupid, drunken, New Year’s Eve bet. We would each buy a golf business, and whoever increased their business’s net worth the most would win the bet. 

But we each bet a hundred million dollars. 

And we all bet against Gabriel “The Shark.” 

The winner will walk away with half a billion dollars. The other four guys will be bankrupt. 

So I bought Newcastle Golf Club, a picturesque but struggling community golf course in New England. I had big plans to turn it around, invest in the course and the club, and attract members from the McMansion enclave of new millionaires who’d made their fortunes in tech and Boston real estate just a few miles away. 

But I didn’t count on the club’s golf instructor, Tiffany Jones, standing in my way. She’s a sweet, curvy woman with the golf swing of a ballet dancer and the personality of a momma bear who’s protecting her cub. I mean, club. 

She insists that the Newcastle Golf Club is an important part of the community as it is, and my plans to upgrade and raise the membership dues will destroy its most important role. 

But if I don’t, I’ll lose the bet and my friends’ investments. 

But she’s beautiful, and she’s passionate, and she’s absolutely fascinating to talk to. I want to show her the whole world and see it through her eyes. 

But first, I have to win the bet, or Gabriel “The Shark” will walk away with everything we’ve worked for. 

One drunken New Year’s Eve, Mitchell and his buddies wagered a hundred mil each against Gabriel “The Shark” Fish that they were better at business than he was. Never, ever bet that kind of cash against a guy with a nickname like “The Shark.”

Mitchell tried to buy a golf course, but that fell through. He tried to buy a sports store, and that deal blew up in his face. Finally, he found a golf tee-times booking app that was floundering. He bought it from the original investors for pennies on the dollar and rechristened it “Match Play,” a dating service app for single golfers, assuring them that “It’s just golf!” and they can “Play A Round” with golfing singles in their area.

Oh, the puns are endless, but pictures of “giant knobby-headed drivers” are strictly forbidden.

The problem is that Mitchell accidentally became the face of Match Play in an interview, and no one will trust a dating app with a single CEO.

The very last person he should have conscripted to be his fake fiancée was Arielle Carter, the cute, sassy blond secretary in the front office, whom he’d literally grabbed around the waist during an interview and dragged against his side, whispering that he’d pay her ten thousand dollars to kiss him for the cameras.

He didn’t know she’d melt against him and her kiss would turn him on like stadium lights.

Or that with a makeover for the television commercials, Arielle Carter would become an absolute bombshell and he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off of her.

And he really hadn’t known that Arielle’s father was the original investor who’d lost his life savings in the failing tee-times app, and that’s why she hates Mitchell’s guts.

During the months-long promotional tour to regional golf shows to sign up new singles, the air between them crackles with attraction, and their kisses and caresses seem more real. In Los Angeles, after a particularly convincing photo spread for Golf Journal, they discover that the five-star hotel room has only one bed.

They’re stuck together until next New Year’s Eve when the bet with The Shark ends, or Mitchell will lose everything he’s worked for.

Assuming Arielle doesn’t bean him with a golf club first.

A Billionaires in Disguise Sports Romance from USA Today Bestselling Author Blair Babylon! My stupid, drunken bet last New Year’s Eve is going to wipe me out finanacially, but it led me to Nicole Lamb, so I guess we’ll have to call it even.

Just as soon as she stops yelling at me.

On a bet, I was forced to buy a company and turn it around. I purchased Sidewinder Sports, which came with a stellar reputation for high-end products, a mountain of debt that its former owner had snorted his way into, and one feisty, curvy, absolutely maddening engineer of the aforementioned high-end products who will not budge a dang inch on every policy and manufacturing change I’m making to save the company under her delicious little feet.

She’s shouted at me that she will fight for Sidewinder’s purity forever.

I don’t have forever. I have one year, or else I’ll lose the bet and go bankrupt.

But if my fiendish plan works out, I’m betting on forever with her.

Includes your favorite romance tropes!

♥  Enemies to lovers
♥  Billionaire lifestyle
♥  Secret boss!
♥  Steamy spicy reads
♥  And so much more!

For fans of Lucy Score, Ana Huang, Nicole Fox, and more, you'll love Blair Babylon's Thrillers that Bang! Even though this is more like a sports romantic comedy that bangs. (winky smile)