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Intrigued | Forbidden Billionaire Romance Book 1

Intrigued | Forbidden Billionaire Romance Book 1

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Synopsis

Book 1 of The Forbidden Billionaire: Jasper Blackstone. A dark, suspenseful romance where secrets ignite, lies unravel, and forbidden sparks fly.

Intrigued

Book 1 of The Forbidden Billionaire Duet
A dark billionaire romance full of secrets, seduction, and suspense.

She thought she was just paying off a debt.
He thought she was trespassing on dangerous ground.
Neither of them expected the spark—or the storm.

Journalist Holly Henderson is just trying to settle an old debt. But stepping into the Blackstone estate means entering Jasper Blackstone’s domain—and he doesn’t trust anyone.

He’s cold, powerful, and completely off-limits.
She’s curious, bold, and the only woman who sees through him.

What begins as a holiday favor turns into a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and betrayal.

If you love brooding billionaires, smart heroines, and slow-burn suspense, Intrigued will pull you in and leave you breathless.

Chapter One Look Inside

Nerves flutter in my stomach as I carefully drive past pine trees dusted with fresh snow, their branches glistening in the late afternoon light. Expansive, pristine lawns stretch out before me, leading to the rustic red stone mansion that looms ahead. Its high, pointed gables resemble the steeples of an old church, and the wide picture windows cast a warm, golden glow against the weathered brick facade. Several chimneys, narrow and spire-like, rise beyond the roofline, sending soft tendrils of smoke curling into the opaque white sky. Despite the sinister rumors surrounding the Blackstone family mansion, it exudes a surprising warmth and vitality.

I reach a fork in the driveway and decide to curve toward the front of the manor. Bryn hadn’t given me specific instructions on where to park or what to do upon arrival. The rush to finish all my assignments before the holidays meant I’d forgotten to call and confirm the details. All I have is the address and the family gate code. Still, we agreed I’d arrive between 3:00 p.m. and 5:00 p.m. A quick glance at the console shows it’s 3:17 p.m.

Pulling up in front of a long walkway, I take in the scene. Beyond the black iron gates enclosing a quaint patio, the massive front doors rise like ancient bronze castle gates, untouched by time. They look as though they haven’t been opened in centuries.

I sigh heavily, sinking into the driver’s seat. I should’ve planned this better. Yet, as my nerves settle, a different thought surfaces: Would I even recognize Bryn today? It’s been so long since we last saw each other.

My gaze locks on the grand entrance of Blackstone Manor, as a mix of anticipation and unease pools in my chest. The idea of coming face-to-face with my old friend feels both thrilling and unnerving. Has she changed? There are no photos of her anywhere online—a fact I confirmed last night after hours of searching. For someone as skilled at uncovering information as I am, that’s saying something. Given a few more weeks, I might have unearthed a single image of Bryn Blackstone. But I didn’t have weeks.

In truth, Bryn hasn’t crossed my mind in years. Occasionally, her older brother Jasper’s name slides through my professional circles. People are careful when discussing him, though—almost everyone knows better than to linger on the subject. Well, almost everyone. A colleague of mine is obsessed with exposing the Blackstone family’s secrets, convinced there’s a treasure trove of dirt hidden beneath their polished facade. Regardless, I still remember Bryn as stunningly beautiful in college, and I doubt that’s changed.

“Here goes nothing,” I mutter, exhaling a shaky breath. Twisting in my seat, I wrestle my thick wool coat from the floor of the back seat. Then, I grope under the passenger seat until my fingers brush the edge of my purse. “Got it,” I whisper triumphantly. The effort leaves me stretching my arm, working out the kinks—until…

Yikes.

My heart lurches as I freeze, hand pressing against my chest. A man stands on the other side of the car, his eyes locked on mine with startling intensity. His gaze feels like it’s piercing straight through me. For a moment, time slows as I absorb the rest of his features: a masterpiece of striking angles and full, captivating lips. His entire face is simply breathtaking. The longer I stare, the more speechless I become, as though his presence alone has rendered me immobile.

Finally, the man steps back, giving us a better view of each other. His commanding voice breaks the spell. “Roll down the window,” he says, his tone more of a demand than a request.

I take a deep breath to steady myself and press the button on the armrest. The glass lowers smoothly, bringing his imposing presence even closer.

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