The Stubborn Billionaire started life sixteen years ago as Body Art (how’s that for a title change?) Being addicted to category romance as I was, I wanted to read some with sexy, brooding Aussie heroes. I couldn’t find that many (these were the dark ages before ebooks and Kindles and iBooks), so I started writing one. Way back then, one of the most famous Australians in the world was Rupert Murdoch. It saddened me that the world didn’t have an incredibly sexy Aussie billionaire to drool over, so I decided James Dyson (the hero of The Stubborn Billionaire) would be it. I pitted my sexy Aussie media mogul against a fiesty artist who had turned her back on her own family’s wealth. Two completely different worlds, two completely different approaches to life, one dark hunger for revenge, and one almighty, carnal and mutual sexual attraction. That was Body Art.
I wrote the first half of the book in record time and then completely blanked on how it would finish (I am not a planner. In any aspect of my life, much to my family’s dismay). Putting it aside, I told myself I’d figure the ending out soonish…
Sixteen years later, sitting at my writing desk, working on a dragon shifter novella, it hit me: HOW THE BOOK WOULD END!! Suffice to say, I danced around my little office for a few moments, and then began writing like crazy.
I typed The End a few months later. Re-titled Body Art to Sinful Strokes. Sent it to my editor. And then chewed just about every nail I had waiting. Would she get my Aussie hero’s desire for revenge? Would she get the Australianess of the characters? Would an artist heroine make the grade? I’d spent a ridiculous number of years studying art after high school and wanted to capture the creative, almost chaotic life of an artist. Had I done that successfully? Would the readers like her? (Quirky side note: when, at the age of 16, I told my dad I wanted to be a writer for a living, he suggested there was no money in writing and that I should go into art. Hmmmm…)
After I had no fingernails left to chew and was considering starting on my husband’s nails, I received the email every author loves to get: the email with a contract offer.
More dancing took place.
And more title changes. Sinful Strokes became Painting the Billionaire. Eventually, after much toing-and-throwing Painting the Billionaire became The Stubborn Billionaire. Honestly, it sums up James Dyson perfectly. He thinks he knows something, and stubbornly refuses to see things differently. He has a plan. He has a goal. And then Sienna does the unthinkable. She starts to make him question everything he thought he knew…
I hope you enjoy The Stubborn Billionaire. I hope I achieved what I set out to do, give the world a sexy Aussie billionaire to drool over. Cause honestly, the world needs now, more than ever, sexy, drool-worthy businessmen. Am I right?
About The Stubborn Billionaire:
He had a plan for her. Her getting under his skin wasn’t it.
I’ll stop at nothing to get what I want. It’s the Dyson way.
Ruthless? Maybe. But it’s what’s put me on top. And it’s what’s going to help me get revenge on the woman who put my family through hell.
I’m going to ruin Sienna Roberts.
My plan has been in play for months. She has no idea I’m the mysterious benefactor commissioning her artwork, or that the downfall in store for her will be the end of her career.
But there’s something I didn’t plan for—the way her smile and touch starts to make me forget all I blame her for…
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About Lexxie Couper:
Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get erotic romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Lexxie lives by two simple rules – measure your success not by how much money you have, but by how often you laugh, and always try everything at least once. As a consequence, she’s laughed her way through many an eyebrow raising adventure.