Leo Morelli is known as the Beast of Bishop's Landing for his cruelty. He'll get revenge on the Constantine family and make millions of dollars in the process. Even it means using an old man who dreams up wild inventions.

The beauty will sacrifice everything for her family...

Haley Constantine will do anything to protect her father. Even trade her body for his life. The college student must spend thirty days with the ruthless billionaire. He'll make her earn her freedom in degrading ways, but in the end he needs her to set him free.

SECRET BEAST is a new full-length novel from USA Today bestselling author Amelia Wilde about revenge, family secrets, and the redeeming power of love.

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To call this room an office would be funny. Almost flippant. It is an office, with thick carpet on the floor for my heels to sink into and a fireplace heating the air so even a naive woman with a thin, sexy dress on would be warm. A magazine office. The ideal office. One wall is taken up with built-in bookshelves. The other is dominated by the fireplace and the two low armchairs in front of it.

The middle is taken up by Leo Morelli’s desk.

And Leo Morelli.

The window behind him is rendered black by the firelight, but the man himself looks burnished. Like the fire is his friend. Embers reflect in his dark hair, and shadows play across his clothes. He’s not wearing a suit. I expected a suit. Something as expensive as the coat he wore when he hurt those vagrant men for me. But he sits behind his desk in a charcoal sweater, writing something on a sheet of paper in front of him. I didn’t know I could feel underdressed in the presence of a man in a sweater, but I do.

He looks up from his paperwork and if I thought his dark eyes were captivating and terrifying in the moonlight—Jesus. That was nothing compared to the glow of the fire. “You’re early,” he comments.

“I missed you.” I pretend my knees aren’t quaking and go to sit down at one of the chairs by his desk and run my fingers over the elegant curve of the arms. Another surprise—it’s not a hellishly uncomfortable seat. Or at least it wouldn’t be, if I didn’t have to sit up so straight, and on the very edge. “We were having an interesting conversation.”

Amusement lights his eyes, but the laugh he lets out is harsh. “Yes. It’s always entertaining to watch Constantines squirm.”

My face goes hot. “I love my dad. That’s why I’m here.”

He gives a dismissive wave of his pen. “No need for theatrics, Haley. Tell me what you’re offering so we can get on with this.”