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  Bad for the Billionaires

  A Billionaire Romance Bundle

  Penelope Bloom

  Contents

  Stay Connected

  Knocked Up by the Dom

  Knocked Up by the Dom

  Behind the Book

  1. Kylie

  2. Damian

  3. Kylie

  4. Damian

  5. Kylie

  6. Damian

  7. Kylie

  8. Damian

  9. Kylie

  10. Damian

  11. Kylie

  12. Damian

  13. Kylie

  14. Epilogue - Damian

  15. Epilogue - Kylie

  Punished

  Punished

  Behind the Book

  Prologue

  1. Logan

  2. Emmaline

  3. Logan

  4. Emmaline

  5. Logan

  6. Emmaline

  7. Logan

  8. Emmaline

  9. Logan

  10. Emmaline

  11. Logan

  12. Emmaline

  13. Logan

  14. Emmaline

  15. Logan

  16. Emmaline

  17. Logan

  18. Emmaline

  19. Logan

  20. Emmaline

  21. Logan

  22. Emmaline

  Epilogue

  The Dom’s Virgin

  Prologue

  Behind the Book

  1. Brianne

  2. Jackson

  3. Brianne

  4. Jackson

  5. Brianne

  6. Jackson

  7. Brianne

  8. Jackson

  9. Brianne

  10. Jackson

  11. Brianne

  12. Jackson

  13. Brianne

  14. Jackson

  15. Brianne

  16. Jackson

  17. Brianne

  18. Jackson

  Epilogue

  Extended Epilogue (Bundle Exclusive!)

  Single Dad’s Virgin

  Single Dad’s Virgin

  Behind the Book

  Prologue

  1. Liam

  2. Aubrey

  3. Liam

  4. Aubrey

  5. Liam

  6. Aubrey

  7. Liam

  8. Aubrey

  9. Liam

  10. Aubrey

  11. Liam

  12. Aubrey

  13. Liam

  14. Aubrey

  15. Liam

  16. Aubrey

  17. Liam

  18. Aubrey

  Epilogue

  19. Bonus Extended Epilogue

  Single Dad’s Hostage

  Single Dad’s Hostage

  Behind the Book

  1. Dean

  2. Camille

  3. Dean

  4. Camille

  5. Dean

  6. Camille

  7. Dean

  8. Camille

  9. Dean

  10. Camille

  11. Dean

  12. Camille

  13. Dean

  14. Camille

  15. Dean

  16. Camille

  17. Dean

  18. Camille

  19. Dean

  Epilogue

  Punished by the Prince

  Punished by the Prince

  Behind the Book

  1. Elizabeth

  2. Roark

  3. Elizabeth

  4. Roark

  5. Elizabeth

  6. Roark

  7. Elizabeth

  8. Roark

  9. Elizabeth

  10. Roark

  11. Elizabeth

  12. Roark

  13. Elizabeth

  14. Roark

  15. Elizabeth

  16. Roark

  Epilogue

  Miss Matchmaker

  Miss Matchmaker

  Behind the Book

  Prologue

  1. Mila

  2. Lucas

  3. Mila

  4. Lucas

  5. Mila

  6. Lucas

  7. Mila

  8. Lucas

  9. Mila

  10. Lucas

  11. Mila

  12. Lucas

  13. Mila

  14. Lucas

  15. Mila

  16. Lucas

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Also By Penelope Bloom

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  Knocked Up by the Dom

  Knocked Up by the Dom

  My darkest secret?

  I let a stranger dominate me in the most intimate way possible.

  He gave me three things that night:

  His first name, the sweet taste of submission, and his baby.

  Now my Dom is back and this time he won’t stop until I’m his.

  Kylie

  One wild and reckless night changed my life three years ago. I got a taste of what it meant to be with a real man--how just a whisper could ignite my desire, and his commanding voice could have me kneeling at his feet in submission.

  He was my everything and I only knew him for a few hours.

  But like everything good in my life, it went up in flames. When I learned the truth about him, I ran as fast as I could. I’d like to think I would’ve stayed if I knew about the baby… but I doubt even that would’ve stopped me, not after what I learned.

  Damian

  It has been three years since she got away. Three f*cking years. I knew she was mine from the moment I saw her. I had to have her. To touch her. For one night, I owned her submission and she loved every second.

  I finally found her again. There’s not a chance in hell she’s going to slip away this time. Not again. Not ever.

  I’m going to bring her into my world. I’ll give her everything she wants and all the things she didn’t even know she needs. She’ll be crying out my name. She’ll be dreaming of spankings, handcuffs, and blindfolds.

  I’m going to dominate her in every way imaginable. Mind, body, and soul. Especially her body.

  But it’s not going to be as simple as I thought because she has a son now… my son.

  Behind the Book

  I wanted to do something to make this bundle special, especially for any of my readers who have already experienced all of these books. All my novels have a story behind them—some small, some big. You’ll find a brief “story behind the story” before every book in this bundle, and I hope you’ll enjoy!

  I opened this bundle with Knocked Up by the Dom for a few reasons. One is that it was my best selling book of all time, reaching rank 8 in on Amazon and earning me my first appearance on the USA Today Bestseller list.

  But the bigger reason I opened with Knocked Up by the Dom is because this book saved my career. I had a really great streak of success very early in 2017 that
lasted about five books, and then I began seeing less and less success with each book. I kind of hit rock-bottom on that front over the summer of 2017. I poured my heart into three books in a row, only to see them meet a lukewarm commercial reception.

  So when I set out to write Knocked Up by the Dom (I didn’t know the title at that time), all I knew was that I had reached a sort of crossroads. My career looked like it might be on the way out. I knew if things continued in the direction they were headed, I’d have to pack up my writing gear and say I gave it a good shot. I’d need to go back to being a teacher, or whatever kind of work I could find.

  Knowing it might be my last shot made me really want to push the envelope. I took a long, honest look at my books that struggled and asked myself “why”?

  I’m not going to say some obvious, amazing answer came to me, because it didn’t. I was just left with a burning kind of desperation. I had to prove myself. I had to write something that took everything I’d learned since I started and mixed it into the perfect, addictive package. I wanted a book you couldn’t put down once you started. A book that was steamy and sexy and one that you never wanted to leave.

  Thankfully, the book was a hit. I still look back on Knocked Up by the Dom often, and it’s not because it was so successful. I look back on this book because it has become a kind of symbol to me—a reminder that no matter how bleak things may seem, there’s always hope.

  And that’s the story of Knocked Up by the Dom! I really hope you’ll love the book if you haven’t read it already. And if you do, don’t forget to check out the two other standalones in the series, Knocked Up by the Master and Knocked Up and Punished.

  1

  Kylie

  I wait in line at the airport with a small bag that bulges at the seams. The woman in front of me gives it a curious glance, then does a double take when she sees I’m wearing a thin white dress with a bikini beneath. She makes an indelicate snort of disapproval through her nose and turns away.

  Let her huff and puff. I’m going on this freaking vacation because I’ve earned it.I’m not even going to stop at a hotel before I go to the beach when I get there, even if I have to march straight off the plane by foot to the nearest ocean. So yes, cranky lady, I am wearing my bathing suit at the airport. Get over it.

  For all my tough internal talk, her look still makes me feel a little self-conscious. I hug the bag a little tighter to my chest before unzipping a pocket on the side and pulling a crumpled post-card free. I look at it for probably the millionth time. It shows a scene of water so perfectly blue it’s hard to tell where the sky ends, a rocky outcropping that makes a small cove where the water is clear enough to show the yellow sand beneath.

  Blue skies and sandy beaches. That’s what I need. Anything to get me a breather from the day-to-day grind of waking up for work, sitting at my desk for nine hours while I try to cling to what’s left of my sanity, then feeling like my evening goes by in the blink of an eye.

  I push the picture back down, closing my eyes and biting my lip. Bermuda. It has taken me months and months to save the money for the plane ticket and the place I’m staying at, not to mention the strings I had to pull to actually get a week off. It’s all going to be worth it. Every second of it.

  Someone bumps me from behind, knocking me off balance so I nearly drop my bag.

  “Line’s moving,” says a man with a sweaty brow and beady black eyes.

  I clear my throat, shuffling forward to take my place in front of the attendant, who asks to see my ticket.

  She’s a young girl, maybe in her mid twenties with a pixie haircut and upturned nose. She smacks her gum idly as she glances at my ticket, then the computer screen, and once more at my ticket.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  She makes an attempt at looking regretful, but falls just short. “Looks like your flight was canceled. Next one is tomorrow afternoon, but that flight is overbooked, so you’d have to upgrade your to first-class. It’d be about eight hundred dollars for the upgrade.”

  Something deep inside me breaks. I feel it snap like an old, dry twig. A frigid cold spreads from the spot, numbing my stomach and then my whole chest. Eight hundred dollars. More than twice what I had to save for the ticket in the first place. Almost as much as it’s going to cost to stay for the entire week.

  “There has to be some other way,” I say, trying not to let the panic I feel reach my voice. My hand on the counter shakes violently so I pull it back, gripping my bag to keep it still. “Please,” I say.

  She licks her lips and looks at the computer again. I watch her fingers tap away and her mouth press together in concentration. “Well, there will be another flight in three days. I could have your ticket transferred to that flight for no cost.”

  “My vacation time is already arranged through work, I can’t change it now,” I say. “It has to be today. Tomorrow at the latest. I wouldn’t have time to--it just has to be by tomorrow.”

  Someone behind me makes an annoyed sound. I glance over my shoulder to see the guy with the beady eyes who bumped me. His arms are crossed and he’s tapping his foot dramatically. I ignore him, but the girl helping me glances at him and tenses a little.

  “Ma’am,” she says a little more curtly. “I’m sorry for the inconvenience, but there’s nothing else I can do. Do you want me to upgrade you to first-class for tomorrow or transfer your ticket?”

  “No,” I say. “I want a refund.” The words come out of me slowly and painfully. It’s not the end of the world, though. I can just wait a few more months until another opportunity to get time off comes. I’m sure I can get my deposit back from the hotel.

  The girl makes an obnoxiously placating face. “We unfortunately don’t offer refunds in this case.”

  “This case?” I say, feeling my temper start to falter.

  The man behind me clears his throat again.

  “Need a cough drop, asshole?” I snap, turning at him with a look on my face that must be terrifying, because he flinches back.

  The girl’s eyes are wide now and her body is rigid. I know I’ll feel guilty for this later, but right now I just feel the crushing disappointment numbing me to everything, even the stupidity of taking my anger out on this poor girl.

  “You mean this case where you guys took my money weeks ago and now you’re telling me I can’t get what I paid for, but I also can’t get my money back? You mean that case?”

  “There’s nothing I can do,” says the girl robotically.

  I sigh, feeling all the anger drain out of me as suddenly as it came. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault,” I say. “I’ll figure something else out. Just put it on hold for now, okay?”

  She nods, shifting her eyes to motion for the next in line to come to the counter.

  I turn and walk away from the counter and find a bench to sit on. I curl my arms around the bag and hug it in my lap, resting my head on it like a big pillow and willing myself not to cry. There’s no point sitting here feeling sorry for myself.

  Yeah, I worked my ass off for this vacation. Yeah, none of this is fair. But I’m not the kind of girl who wallows in self-pity. I just can’t seem to make myself get up yet, not now. I decide to allow myself to wallow for just a few minutes. At least taking a week off work means I have time to mope in the airport for a little while. I don’t let a single tear come, though I could cry a million in frustration and disappointment. I’m not going to cry over this. It’s just a crushed dream I spent months looking forward to. It’s only--

  A deep voice draws my attention.