The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake (Bold Alaskan Men Book 1)

BOOK: The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake (Bold Alaskan Men Book 1)
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The Billionaire’s Beautiful Mistake

Bold Alaskan Men Series

By Elizabeth Lennox


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Copyright 2016

ISBN13: 9781944078225

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This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.  Any duplication of this material, either electronic or any other format, either currently in use or a future invention, is strictly prohibited unless you have the direct consent of the author. 


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Author’s Note:


Winthrop, Alaska does not truly exist in the amazing state.  It is more of an amalgamation of the different places I visited on my two trips through Alaska as well as Nevada and Utah.  I hope that I’ve captured the essence of Alaska and the terrain, the beauty and the weather, but if I’ve missed or erred, I sincerely apologize. 

I have nothing but good memories of Alaska.  Every state has its own surprising vistas, but the sights in Alaska are unique.  On the one hand, I want to encourage everyone to see how amazing this beautiful area is, but on the other hand, I want to keep everyone out, preserve the beauty so that it will be there for centuries. 

Having said all that, I have no idea if a single person can own a whole mountain.  My men – they’re special so I’m just going with the idea.  I hope you enjoy the tales of Creek, Tucker, Saeger and Knox. 

Chapter 1


“Hello?” a feminine voice called out. 

Creek focused all of his attention on finishing up the message to one of his directors.

“Hello?” the voice called out again. 

Again, Creek didn’t look up.  His powers of concentration were stronger than the allure of a pretty voice. 

He heard the sigh and, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement, but he didn’t acknowledge the disturbance until he saw an arm reach up for one of the beer pitchers. 

That’s when he saw her.  Well, he didn’t actually see “her”.  His eyes were captured by the most amazing…butt…in a pair of jeans.  The best butt he’d ever seen.  Somehow, calling that perfect derriere an “ass”, as he normally would, just didn’t do the woman’s round backside justice.  It was a piece of art, absolute perfection.  E-mail forgotten as he continued to watch, enticed by the round derriere in his line of vision.  His hands were itching to feel that perfection, and even explore the slender waist above that pert derriere. 

And then it was gone!  He looked up, ready to grumble out an order to the woman, demanding that she turn back around.  But all the words disappeared from his mouth, from his mind, as the most glorious woman stood in front of him.  Those almond shaped, blue eyes surrounded by dark, luxurious lashes simply couldn’t be real.  She must be wearing colored lenses and fake lashes because nature just didn’t create beauty like that on its own.  And that mouth!  Damn, but he’d like to taste that mouth!  He wanted to kiss those full lips and taste the nectar of this woman, bury his hands in her amazing, dark hair scattered in waves over her shoulders, teasing his mind just as the ends tantalized her breasts. 

His body reacted hard and fast, his mind fizzling as his eyes traveled higher once more.  He caught the delicate blush on her lovely cheeks and almost chuckled as anticipation sizzled through him. 

“Sorry,” the enticing beauty whispered, holding the still-empty pitcher and a ten dollar bill.  “I was going to pay for it.  But I didn’t see anyone behind the bar.” 

Creek looked at the cash, but his eyes could only see her slender fingers and imagine those fingers running down his chest, wrapping around his….

Coming to his senses slowly, he cleared his throat and tossed his cell phone onto the countertop.  The message was only half finished but he didn’t give a damn.  Every one of his priorities had shifted in the last ten seconds.  No longer was he thinking about the latest business acquisition or the quarterly profit reports from each of his company directors.  His entire focus was on this woman, on her incredible figure, and trying to figure out how he could get her alone so that he could find out more about her. 

Stepping out of the storage area just off the bar, where he’d been working on his laptop, he walked behind the bar.  “I’ll get it for you.  Where are you sitting?” he asked, his voice a raspy noise that irritated him.  Not so smooth, he thought as he took the pitcher out of her hands. 

His goddess pointed to the table where a group of women were sitting, laughing about something with their heads practically touching at the round table near the back corner of The Rotten Apple, the bar he and his three friends owned together. 

“Thanks,” she said and backed up so that their bodies wouldn’t touch while he poured the beer into the pitcher. 

He nodded to the table, indicating that she should go ahead and sit down.  His ulterior motive?  He wanted to see that perfect butt one more time as she walked to the back of the bar.  “I’ll bring it over to you with some glasses,” he told her. 

Her smile hit his stomach like a sucker punch, but he couldn’t look away.  “I appreciate it,” she told him, looking down at her shoes and then at the space around the bar.  There was no way out from behind the bar except to go behind him.  Thankfully, there wasn’t much room behind him.  Her eyes looked up into his and he felt that glance.  Right down to his groin. 

He wasn’t moving either.  If she wanted out, she was going to have to slide behind him.  He knew he was being a jerk, but hell, he didn’t care.  He wanted her.  And damn, he was going to have her.  The pretty little brunette with the long lashes shouldn’t have stepped behind the bar if she didn’t want to play with the big bad wolf. 

She reached up and grabbed the beer mugs as a reason not to slide behind him and he chuckled at her obvious escape.  She smiled nervously back at him, but only shrugged one of her dainty shoulders. 

Damn, she was beautiful.  And he hadn’t run into a woman who could blush since…well, he couldn’t remember a woman ever blushing around him.  His lady-friends were normally a bit more experienced.  That was pretty much a requirement for him, but he’d make an exception for this woman.  Hell, he’d make a lot of exceptions for her. 


Violet stared.  Hard.  This man was…hard!  All over! 

And huge!  She’d never seen a man so tall or with shoulders that wide.  Even his long sleeved shirt was having trouble stretching across those shoulders and expanding enough to accommodate his bulging biceps.  She would feel pity for the material but…well, she was too fascinated by all of those muscles. 

Her fingers clenched more tightly around the handles of the beer mugs and her brain repeated over and over, “Don’t touch!  Don’t touch!”  It would be rude to run her fingers over his muscular chest. 

Wouldn’t it? 

She felt a burning sensation as he poured the beer into the pitcher and realized that she was holding her breath.  Unfortunately, there was no way she could breathe in.  She’d just have to do without oxygen.  Forever.  Because this man smelled perfect.  The woodsy, spicy scent was making even her fingernails ache to breathe in the scent of him.  But she couldn’t.  Her sweater was too thin, and her confidence too small.  Men like this guy didn’t look at her twice so she needed to just keep it under wraps. 

My, oh my!  He was every woman’s dream man, she thought.  Tall, dark hair and eyes that seemed to notice everything.  He was looking down at her with a strange light in his eyes, and all she wanted to do was step closer, breathe in all that woodsy scent, and maybe bury her nose in the warm skin of his neck.  And breathe in again! 

She was being a pervert, she thought and backed up a step.  All those creepy, stalker movies where the woman had a knife and the guy couldn’t convince the woman that he wasn’t interested…yeah, those movie scenes were flashing around in her mind. 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to invade your space,” she croaked out.  “I just…”

His smile made her stomach muscles clench with excitement.  Oh my! This was dangerous!  “No problem.  I was distracted, and you needed to start…,” he glanced to the back of the bar, then down to her again.  “What are you celebrating?” he asked.

“Um…” she looked to the back where her friends were sitting.  Unfortunately, with this man looking down at her with those hard, sexy brown eyes, all she could think about was him.  His broad shoulders, the muscles flexing in his forearms where he’d rolled up his sleeves, and everything else about this man. 

When she glanced back again, she realized what was going on.  “Oh!  Yeah.  Um…my friend is getting married!”  She smiled, feeling like a prized idiot, but unable to stop herself. 

He’d filled the pitcher with beer and turned to face her, looking down at her with a look that almost seemed…expectant.  She’d thought she might be able to escape, but as she looked up at him, he didn’t seem inclined to move. 

That sexy smile widened and her stomach flipped again.  He really needed to stop doing that!  “Ah.  Well, then, you’re in luck tonight.”

Violet’s heart skipped a beat.  Several beats in fact.  Then roared to life, pounding in her chest.  She was fairly certain that he could see the pounding.  Wasn’t her chest moving back and forth like in the cartoons? 

“I am?” she asked softly, unaware of how she was hugging the beer mugs against her chest as she stared up at him.  Nor was she aware of the longing in her blue eyes, or the anticipation in her body language.  All she knew was that this man was possibly the most handsome man she’d ever seen in her life.  And she wanted to move closer. 

Violet felt foolish because he probably had women standing in line outside his bedroom door, wanting their turn.  Good grief, if she could find the line, she’d wait her turn as well! 

And besides, he was a bartender.  He charmed the ladies every night in order to get better tips.  In an area like Winthrop, Alaska, he couldn’t be making a whole lot of money. 

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the kind of woman that this man would genuinely find interesting.  She was mousy and more than a little boring.  She rarely dated and the men who normally asked her out were the nerdy ones with the big glasses and braces. 

Not the he-man, gorgeous, sexy, god-like men, who had rippling muscles and granite hard jawlines that made a woman want to run her fingers over his warm skin. 

“Yeah.  Tonight only is free drinks for all bachelorette parties,” Creek told her.  His reward was her smile brightening, and he couldn’t believe how badly he wanted to toss her over his shoulder and carry her into the storage room.  He wanted to have his wicked way with her just as much as he wanted to just stare at her beautiful smile.  Everything about this woman was enticing, right down to her boot-covered toes. 

“You’re kidding,” she came right back, her eyes showing her disbelief. 

“No joke,” he replied immediately.  “All drinks, on the house.  Bachelorette parties only though.”

Violet laughed, shaking her head.  “There’s no such thing.”

He shrugged one of those huge shoulders.  “Don’t believe me then.  Just try and pay your tab.  Won’t be one.”

With that, he carried the pitcher of beer to the back of the room, setting the pitcher down in the center of their table with a soft thunk.  “Ladies, which of you is the lucky one?” he asked.

The whole group looked up and twittered with laughter at the sight of the gorgeous hunk standing beside their table.  Instantly, Violet felt proprietary and wanted to push him back to the bar where her friends couldn’t get to the man.  But she stood next to him, clutching the beer mugs as if her life depended on them remaining in her hands. 

Creek was used to this kind of reaction, but ignored it all, preferring the soft, husky laugh of the woman at his side.  “I am,” a cute blond woman said.  “But I’ll break it off if you promise to take his place!”

Creek refrained from rolling his eyes but he turned back to Blue Eyes.  “I think I’m already taken,” he told the women.  “Let me know when you need another round,” he said softly to her.  “I’ll keep ‘em coming.”

“Thanks,” Violet replied, glad for the dim lighting in the bar that hopefully hid her blush. 

“I’m Creek,” he said, sticking out his hand. 

Violet set the beer mugs down on the table, ignoring her friends who were still twittering with excitement over the handsome mountain man’s flirtations.  “I’m Violet.”

“Pleased to meet you, Violet,” he said, and took her delicate hand in his big one, not letting her hand go for a long moment. 

“Same to you Creek,” she said.  A more seasoned woman would say something flirtatious, maybe even move closer to him.  Someone more confident would show this guy that she was interested. 

But instead, Violet’s lashes lowered over her eyes, and she pulled back.  “You really should charge us for the drinks, Creek.  I don’t want you to get in trouble with your boss.”

Creek laughed softly, and Violet trembled with the crazy feelings that stormed through her body with the sound.  Everything inside of her was completely aware of this man.  And aware of the fact that she was a woman!  For the first time in her life, she knew what it was like to be floored by a man.  This man.  He was amazing.  Charm oozed from him, and there was a deep intelligence in his eyes that made her stomach tingle with anticipation.  Heat stole up her arm from the strength of his hand and she couldn’t believe how painfully she was blushing. 

“I guarantee that the owner would fully support the free drinks tonight.  Enjoy the party, Violet.  Just give me a signal when you’re ready for more.”

With that, he walked away and Violet sighed, wondering what she could have done differently.  The man was absolutely gorgeous and amazing. 

So out of her league, she told herself. 

But with a great butt! 

Violet didn’t realize that she was staring at Creek as he walked back to the bar.  Nor did she realize that her friends were watching her stare at Creek as he walked away. 

“Honey, why don’t you go over there and tell him to take you back into the storage room?” Jane whispered with a little nudge.

Violet jerked out of her fantasy at that comment, looking down at her friends.  “Storage room?” she asked blankly, walking around the table to the empty chair.  “Why would I…?”

The other women around the table burst out laughing, but in a good way.  They weren’t spiteful women.  The exact opposite in fact.  These ladies were wonderful and supportive, all more than ready to cheer on their friends instead of taking them down like some females could be. 

“Honey, if you don’t know why you’d go into the storage room with that hunk of gorgeousness, then we need to talk!” Beth said, and the ladies all started laughing again. 

Violet rolled her eyes, pretending like the idea was ridiculous.  But in reality, it really was.  Crazy.  The man was too good looking, and way too buff, to be interested in a woman like her. 

BOOK: The Billionaire's Beautiful Mistake (Bold Alaskan Men Book 1)
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