The Fielding-Stone Gallery Bundle

This bundle includes three previously published stories by Loni Ree.

Mr. Lane
A lawyer walks into an art studio…
Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke, but it’s no laughing matter when Trevor Lane finds his car sideswiped in the parking lot of the Fielding-Stone Gallery.
Storming in there, he wants the culprit to pay, and he has the skills to make that happen.
When bluster meets beauty in the form of Cassidy Landon, Trevor’s car is the last thing on his mind.
A painting class turns into a date.
A date turns into some serious heat.
And that heat just might be the forever they’ve both been searching for…

Mr. Quinlan
A billionaire hottie falls for a sleeping school teacher and whisks her off to the Bahamas…
No. It’s not a headline or a joke. That’s actually what happened.
For Orion Quinlan, discovering Jenna Neal in a bed that wasn’t hers, wasn’t nearly as shocking as it was a blindside for his heart.
For Jenna Neal, waking up to an offer to fly to the Bahamas with the hottest man she’s ever seen seems like an offer too good to refuse. It was like she went to sleep a school teacher and woke up a princess!
Emotions run high on their dreamy vacation, and the L-word is a prospect both Jenna and Orion are quick to accept and indulge in—they’ve found their soulmate after all.
But when life gets in the way and blindsides them all over again, this spoiled billionaire finds that he can’t instantly have everything he wants. Sometimes, he has to work for it.

Mr. Stone
How does a man ignore one twin and fall head over heals for the other?
It’s one of life’s funny jokes. But when Clayton Stone first meets Callie Landon, it shocks him that he can feel the difference. Somehow, he knows that Callie belongs to him, and before long, his morning painting class sets his life in a direction he didn’t see coming.
Like his love for art, his love for Callie is juxtaposed by his clash with her twin.
But the road to true love is about as smooth as the surface of an oil painting for these two, and when Callie disappears, the reason will shock Clayton to his core…

"Please, get Clayton Stone for me now." 
The blonde airhead puts her hands on her hips and glares at me, but I ignore her ire and glare right back. "Sir, I've been trying to tell you that he is not available." 
When she rolls her eyes, I place my hands on the counter and take a few deep breaths to calm my intense anger. "He's available for me…" A look of relief crosses the girl's face, and I hear heels clicking on the marble floor behind me.
"Mr. Lane, may I help you?" I look over my shoulder, and behind me stands the gallery manager. Her artfully applied makeup and stylish hairdo do little to disguise the cold, selfish personality.
"Melissa, I have a matter to discuss with Clayton Stone," I inform her.
"Well, follow me to my office, and we can discuss it there." She turns and begins to walk toward the back of the gallery, but I stop her.
"I have nothing to discuss with you. Please, get Clayton Stone for me." After folding my arms over my chest, I stare at Melissa and wait for her to follow my orders.
Her eyes narrow and her nose flares, but she shrugs her shoulders before responding. "I'll see if Mr. Stone can be interrupted to speak with you."
After she walks off down one of the back hallways, I follow her and stand to wait for Clayton to appear. I'm not there for more than a few minutes before Clayton walks around the corner wearing a black paint-splattered terry cloth robe.
After taking in his appearance, from his tousled brown hair to the bare feet sticking out the bottom of his robe, I roll my eyes. It appears I interrupted some sort of interlude. "Sorry to break up whatever you're doing. My car was damaged in your parking lot last night, and I need the surveillance video immediately."
"First of all, you interrupted my Saturday morning painting class. I'm sorry your car was damaged, but it'll be Monday before I can have my security guy pull the video." As he's talking, I hear footsteps behind me, and I turn and see a tiny blonde walking toward us.
The feeling of rightness goes through me; she smiles at me, and all other thoughts and worries disappear. My cock grows hard, and I have to fight the urge to grab her and run. As she slowly walks toward us, I greedily soak in her gorgeous body, from her golden blonde hair pinned haphazardly on the top of her head down to dainty feet with their light pink painted nails. Her heart-shaped face and wide, cornflower blue eyes make for the perfect girl next door look that sends an arrow straight through my heart and blood flowing to my dick. 
The barracuda who never left the hall suddenly barks at her, "What are you doing out here?"
Her smile drops, and her gorgeous face turns red as she stammers out an apology. "I'm so sorry, I was looking for the restroom."
An intense need to defend her shoots through me, and I growl at Melissa. "Don't you have something else to do besides bugging the fuck out me." Melissa's mouth falls open in shock, and Clayton tries hard to hold the laughter behind a cough. The gorgeous girl looks shocked at my outburst.
Clayton turns to her and points at the door at the end of the hall. "Cassidy, it’s the last door on the left." As she turns and walks away, thoughts of my damaged car flee my mind and are replaced with visions of blonde hair and big blue eyes glazed in passion as I fuck the hell out of her. My cock jumps in my pants, and I try to trap the groan in the back of my throat.