Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Asher
Chapter 2 - Cora
Chapter 3 - Cora
Chapter 4 - Cora
Chapter 5 - Cora
Chapter 6 - Cora
Chapter 7 - Cora
Chapter 8 - Cora
Chapter 9 - Cora
Chapter 10 - Cora
Chapter 11- Cora
Chapter 12 - Cora
Chapter 13 - Cora
Chapter 14 - Cora
Chapter 15 - Cora
Chapter 16 - Cora
Chapter 17 - Cora
Chapter 18 - Cora
Chapter 19 - Cora
Indebted (Book 1)
Chapter 1 - Wyatt
Chapter 2 - Brielle
Chapter 3 - Wyatt
Chapter 4 - Brielle
Chapter 5 - Brielle
Chapter 6 - Brielle
Chapter 7 - Brielle
Chapter 8 - Wyatt
Chapter 9 - Brielle
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Indebted (Book 2)
Chapter 1 - Sebastian
Chapter 2 - Sebastian
Chapter 3 - Jane
Chapter 4 - Jane
Chapter 5 - Jane
Chapter 6 - Sebastian
Chapter 7 - Jane
Chapter 8 - Jane
Chapter 9 - Sebastian
Chapter 10 - Jane
Chapter 11 - Jane
Chapter 12 - Sebastian
Chapter 13 - Sebastian
Chapter 14 - Jane
Chapter 15 - Jane
Chapter 16 - Sebastian
Chapter 17 - Jane
Chapter 18 - Jane
Chapter 19 - Jane
Chapter 20 - Sebastian
Chapter 21 - Jane
Chapter 22 - Jane
Chapter 23 - Sebastian
Chapter 24 - Sebastian
Chapter 25 - Jane
Punitive Damages
An Alpha Billionaire Romance
Charlotte Byrd
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Contents
Copyright
About Punitive Damages
Chapter 1 - Asher
Chapter 2 - Cora
Chapter 3 - Cora
Chapter 4 - Cora
Chapter 5 - Cora
Chapter 6 - Cora
Chapter 7 - Cora
Chapter 8 - Cora
Chapter 9 - Cora
Chapter 10 - Cora
Chapter 11- Cora
Chapter 12 - Cora
Chapter 13 - Cora
Chapter 14 - Cora
Chapter 15 - Cora
Chapter 16 - Cora
Chapter 17 - Cora
Chapter 18 - Cora
Chapter 19 - Cora
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Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
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Indebted (Book 1)
Chapter 1 - Wyatt
Chapter 2 - Brielle
Chapter 3 - Wyatt
Chapter 4 - Brielle
Chapter 5 - Brielle
Chapter 6 - Brielle
Chapter 7 - Brielle
Chapter 8 - Wyatt
Chapter 9 - Brielle
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Indebted (Book 2)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Kiss, but Don’t Tell
1. Grant
2. Grant
3. April
4. April
5. April
6. April
7. April
8. Grant
9. Grant
10. April
11. Grant
12. April
13. April
14. Grant
15. April
16. Grant
17. April
18. Grant
19. April
20. Grant
21. April
22. Grant
23. April
24. Grant
25. April
26. Grant
27. April
Climax
Chapter 1 - Sebastian
Chapter 2 - Sebastian
Chapter 3 - Jane
Chapter 4 - Jane
Chapter 5 - Jane
Chapter 6 - Sebastian
Chapter 7 - Jane
Chapter 8 - Jane
Chapter 9 - Sebastian
Chapter 10 - Jane
Chapter 11 - Jane
Chapter 12 - Sebastian
Chapter 13 - Sebastian
Chapter 14 - Jane
Chapter 15 - Jane
Chapter 16 - Sebastian
Chapter 17 - Jane
Chapter 18 - Jane
Chapter 19 - Jane
Chapter 20 - Sebastian
Chapter 21 - Jane
Chapter 22 - Jane
Chapter 23 - Sebastian
Chapter 24 - Sebastian
Chapter 25 - Jane
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About Punitive Damages
Asher
I’m a criminal defense attorney and I only do one night stands. I’ve never had a girlfriend and I intend to keep it that way. I also hate interns. You know, the ones who are still in law school, don’t know anything about real law and just get in the way. But when my boss asks me to do him a favor and take on his niece as my intern for the summer, I can’t say no. The last thing I expect is to fall in love with her.
Cora
This is my last summer before graduation and I intend to spend it learning as much as I can about the law. I’m not looking for a one night stand or a relationship. And I’m definitely not interested in my cocky a**hole of a boss who sleeps with a d
ifferent girl every night. He’s dark, dangerous and everything that I hate in a man. But then one night turns into two, I can’t seem to stop myself.
WARNING: This is a HOT modern day dark erotic romance with an alpha billionaire for fans of EL James, Pepper Winters, and Alexa Riley. It contains light bondage, NO CHEATING, and a HEA.
Chapter 1 - Asher
I watched her walk out to the street in the soft orange glow of early morning. She was barefoot, carrying last night’s high heels in one hand, her beaded clutch in the other. She slid into the backseat of the Uber and was gone. I checked my phone – seven-thirty in the morning. Perfect. I had known her for less than ten hours and I didn’t ever have to see her again. I didn’t need to worry that I had already forgotten her name. Clarissa? What I remembered was that she had an amazing ass, the kind you only get from hours of squats at the gym. I would miss that ass. Oh, well, the best thing about living in Los Angeles was that there was no shortage of attractive women who loved to work out. That and the weather.
I walked back to the kitchen to prepare my coffee. I had never been much for breakfast, but coffee was like a ritual for me. I had to make it myself because at most coffee shops they used over-roasted beans. When they are dark and shiny, a lot of the oils that give the flavor have already been lost. A good bean is light brown and dry, all its moisture still locked away inside. I had spent a lot to make sure every cup was worthy. Ceramic burr grinder, professional grade Italian espresso machine, small-batch hand-roasted beans from the finest growing regions in the world. If I decided to indulge myself, I went all out to make sure it was the best.
I supposed that’s what Clarissa was, an indulgence. I kept strictly to one-night stands. It’s not that I didn’t have time for a relationship or that I was emotionally stunted or anything. I just had no interest in getting involved. I loved women, I loved sex, and I didn’t see any need to go beyond that. Besides, at twenty-nine, I had a long way to go before I settled down. Especially in LA, my bachelorhood could be extended another couple of decades. Just look at Warren Beatty or Alec Baldwin.
Not that I’m a famous actor or anything. I’m not famous at all, outside certain circles. But within those circles, I’m known as the hottest, sharpest criminal defense attorney in Southern California. I have an office on the fortieth floor of one of the new towers overlooking LA Live and the Staples Center in downtown, but I live in a modest house tucked into the hills just above Sunset, off Coldwater Canyon. The house is modern, sleek. It fits my style – expensive without being ostentatious. Like me, not flashy, but if you know what you were looking at, you know it is the best.
I finished my coffee, rinsed out the cup, and set it to dry. I walked over to my closet to figure out what to wear. I had an early meeting with the senior partners. Normally, I was not into the office before eleven, unless I was in court. Most of my clients were not early risers. In fact, I did a fair amount of my work late at night, so I was rarely in the office to attend the morning meetings. I brought in so much money to the firm that they never gave me any grief for my schedule, but Edward Cramer, of Cramer, Williams, and Bryant, had personally requested that I attend this morning. So, there I stood, leaning against the island in my walk-in closet, passing my gaze over my collection of Tom Ford’s, Zegna’s, Burberry’s, and Armani’s, only to settle on one of my favorites. A custom-tailored suit I had gotten in Rome. Ash gray and cut to perfection, it hugged my body, angling down from my broad shoulders to my narrow waist while still giving me total freedom of movement. If I was going to be in the office all day, I wanted to be comfortable.
I hopped into my Jag and wound down the tight, curving canyon roads until I hit Sunset. This early, traffic on Sunset was a nightmare, so I dropped down a couple of streets to take Beverly. In LA, there weren’t short cuts, but there were ways to shave a few minutes off a commute. I guess I could have lived closer to work. Some of the condos downtown were ok. But I enjoyed the peace and quiet, and having four walls to myself.
The 500 horse-power engine of my F-Type SVR roared as I hit every green light for at least three miles. It was still spring, barely into April, but it already felt like summer and I had the top down. I would have to stop in the lobby bathroom to fix my hair once I got to the office, but it was worth it. When I finally hit a red light, I pulled up next to a Mercedes S with a smoking hot woman behind the wheel. Big sunglasses hid most of her face, but from the side I could see the high cheekbones, the full lips in a perpetual pout, and the graceful curve of her neck. She looked over and gave me a little smile. I would have gotten her number, but the light turned green and she leapt into the intersection. I always paused a bit before going forward on a green light. Drivers in LA had a tendency to overestimate how long lights stayed yellow and I’d been nearly t-boned on more than one occasion. I enjoyed taking risks, but only if they were fun or exciting. Going through an intersection a few seconds faster? The risk/reward ratio just wasn’t there.
The Mercedes turned down another road before I was able to catch up. No real loss. I didn’t have much time to spare anyway. I only had another twenty minutes before my meeting started and I was still a few miles away. I pressed down the accelerator, feeling all eight cylinders pounding in perfect harmony. There were never many cops around this time of day. Not that I worried much about dealing with the police. I knew all the prosecutors, the ones that mattered anyway, and most of them wanted to stay on my good side.
Prosecutors, you see, are mostly defense attorneys in training. They work for the government for a few years, work a dozen or more cases at the same time, and try to keep their conviction stats high. They don’t do it for the sixty grand a year they make as an overworked district attorney. They do it because after five or six years they can make three times that on the other side. And that is just at the start. DA’s want a good relationship with me for two reasons. First, if they piss me off I can seriously fuck up their stats and strain their overloaded schedules. Basically, I can make their lives hell. Second, my recommendation carries a lot of weight in the defense firms around town. I’ve come in to assist on dozens of cases, pulling defendants out of the fire. Their lawyers, too.
But still, I want to avoid a ticket this morning. Like I said, I have a meeting.
I smile at the receptionist as I stride into the glass walled offices of Cramer, Williams, and Bryant. She’s one of several young, attractive women who man the main phone and serve as a pleasant, but firm screening system for the office. Kelli, the one on duty this morning, has dark-brown hair that hangs long past her shoulders, light-mocha skin, and green eyes. She possesses a killer body, but gives off a frosty ‘look, but don’t touch’ vibe. At least, when she’s in the office. It is a helpful demeanor when your job is to make visitors feel intimidated, like they are about to spend every penny they have and feel grateful for the opportunity. The Cramer, Williams, and Bryant sales pitch starts at the door.
Outside the office, Kelli was a different woman. She gave me a conspiratorial wink as I walked past. Not today, I thought with no small amount of regret.
The senior partners and most of the junior partners were already in the small conference room by the time I arrived. Edward nodded a silent greeting, but I otherwise took my seat without attracting much notice. Eliot Bryant was in the middle of a speech. It wasn’t much of a speech, just Eliot telling everyone what the meeting was going to be about, but Eliot always acted like he was arguing before the Supreme Court. Nobody gave him much crap about it because he had, in fact, argued in front of the Supreme Court. Eliot was a big Fourth Amendment guy and had been fighting the slow creep of unreasonable searches for years.
“So, as junior partners, you are all expected to be leaders in this firm. You have a responsibility to teach, to guide, to inspire. Just as you were once wet behind the ears, pissing your pants on your first day in court, and you had mentors to help you through.”
‘Bullshit,’ I thought.
“Each of you will be expected to take on an intern
for the summer.” A couple of muted groans escaped my fellow junior partners, but Eliot pretended not to notice. “As you know, the 2L summer internships are one of our best ways to recruit talent. Some of you were summer interns here once upon a time. I expect each of you to be helpful, patient, and observant. Ed, Ken, and I will be expecting reports at the end of the summer with your assessments and recommendations.”