Spotlight & Giveaway: Demanding His Billion-Dollar Heir by Pippa Roscoe

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Pippa Roscoe to HJ!

Hi Pippa and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Demanding His Billion-Dollar Heir!

Hello again! Thank you so much for having me back to talk about the delicious Matthieu and the gorgeous Maria.

Tell us about the book with this fun little challenge using the title of the book:

If you love a beauty and the beast story, this one is for you!

Please share the opening lines of this book:

Stupid, stupid, stupid.
What on earth had she done?

Please tell us a little about the characters in your book.

Maria so desperately wants to be loved. For many years she’s misplaced that love, but realises at the very beginning of this story how wrong she’s been. When one night forces her into Matthieu’s life, little could she have imagined that he’d be the one person who would love her the way she’s always wanted and most definitely deserved.

Matthieu knows what it’s like to lose everything and everyone you love. But in his attempts to protect himself from hurt, he’s cut himself off from joy and love. Until Maria crashes into his life and forces him to see just what’s been missing from his life.

Please share a few Fun facts about this book…

• The hero, Matthieu, lives in a stunning house overlooking Lake Lucerne. It’s fairly man-cave-esque and at the time of writing the book I was renovating my kitchen and trying (and succeeded!) to create a concrete counter top. Matthieu shared my inclination towards the smooth grey industrial material and consequently has a lot of it in his home! If you want to see more inspiration, check out Maria and Matthieu’s pinterest page…
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• The inspiration for Maria came from a craft fair I visited at Christmas last year. I came upon a jeweller called Jasmin Rolandson and the moment I saw a pair of earrings she had made, Maria burst into my mind in full technicolour! Even better, my sister gave me the same earrings for Christmas that year.

The First Kiss…

What is it like to be kissed?
Maria was embarrassed. Should never have asked such a question. Especially not to a man like him. She might not have known who he was—which was partly why she’d felt able to speak her mind—but she didn’t have to know his name to know that he most definitely knew what it was like to kiss, to touch…to… She yanked her mind back before she could give away her thoughts.
A blush rose almost painfully to her cheeks and she hoped that he might not see it beneath the cover of the night sky. She felt naïve and uncouth next to him. And small. Because…his body, his presence, it was huge. She’d seen the impressive width of his arms as he’d sat down and leaned his weight back on his hands behind him. Arms and muscles that looked too wide for her to encompass with both her hands. If it hadn’t been for the champagne bottle, she would have pressed her thighs together against the feeling that was growing within her. She might have been innocent, but she knew the shocking arousal sparking within her was something she rarely felt.
She turned away, but even then, every single feature on his face glowed within her mind. Harsh cheekbones defined by the short beard that covered the strong line of his jaw, framing lips that were almost cruelly sensual. His eyebrows hung low above eyes that were a honey-green shade of hazel, so bright almost that she could have lost herself within their depths.
She thought he wouldn’t answer and almost jolted when he did speak.
‘There are lots of different types of kisses. Manipulative kisses, to get what you want. Cruel kisses to punish.’ Later she would wonder that he chose those two descriptions first. ‘Soft, gentle kisses a mother gives her child,’ he said, his tone unfathomable and causing a sudden yearning in the pit of her heart. ‘Passionate, mindless kisses that are all-consuming, thoughtless and more than a little selfish.’
She turned back to him, startled to find him looking so intently at her. As if trying to figure something out. As if…no. Surely it was only her wondering what it would be like to kiss this man.
‘But your first kiss? Honestly? Probably messy and awkward.’
Maria felt a little sad at that. As if somehow he’d taken away the promise of something that would be…good?
‘Perhaps I should just get it out of the way, then.’
He huffed out a gentle laugh—not at her, she realised. With her. There was a difference.
‘Perhaps,’ he said ruefully.
‘Would you do me a kindness, then? Would you kiss me?’

If your book was optioned for a movie, what scene would you use for the audition of the main characters and why?

I would choose the first time Maria sees Matthieu’s scars. Believing he’ll never see her again, he bears himself to her and she accepts him in a way that he’s never experienced before, showing how perfect they are for each other, even so early on in their romance.

The patterns she found on his chest were painfully beautiful to her and she couldn’t even imagine the kind of agony he must have experienced for these to heal, nor the time it must have taken. His skin had reformed over the powerful muscles of his arms, just as large as she’d imagined, and the scars rippled over the muscles in his abdomen, the powerful outline of a six pack that spoke to a brutal physical training regime. Because that was what screamed at her most as he stood there, shirtless, his lower limbs encased in low-slung blue superfine trousers. Strength and raw power. Power that was almost straining at some kind of self-imposed leash.
‘What do you see?’ he asked. Demanded almost.
And she said the words that had come to her mind. ‘Magnificence.’ Raw masculinity, but she couldn’t let herself say that last out loud. Because it spoke too much to her desire for him. It would have betrayed her.
She reached out a hand, but he caught it in the air between them. His large fingers wrapping easily, firmly but gently, around her slim wrist.

If you could have given your characters one piece of advice before the opening pages of the book, what – would it be and why?

Said with all the kindness in the world, you must love yourself before you can love someone else. And when love seems to be the most scariest option, embrace it full hearted and open armed.

What are you currently working on? What are your up-coming releases?*

My next book is called Taming the Big Bad Billionaire and is out in June:

A coldhearted billionaire… And the innocent to tame him!

The moment he spotted Ella Riding, Roman knew she would be his. Unworldly Ella was his grandfather’s ward, living the life Roman had been denied. Ignoring his guilt at letting her fall for and marry him, he believed his revenge was faultless…

Ella may be naive, but she’s no pushover. After discovering Roman’s lies, she can’t pretend their passion-filled marriage never happened. Instead, she’ll challenge him. Roman might see himself as a big bad wolf, but she knows he could be so much more…

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Excerpt from Demanding His Billion-Dollar Heir:

‘Would you do me a kindness then? Would you kiss me?’
He met her gaze then, this man whose name she did not even know. And she felt it. That low hum through her body, as if his penetrating stare could reach into the depths of her soul and figure her out, understand her. That’s what she’d wanted, she realised. All this time, all these years. Someone to understand. And, having done so, choose to stay.
His eyes roamed her face, looking for what, she didn’t know. The hairs on her arms lifted and goosebumps raised across her skin. She resisted the urge to shiver beneath his gaze, because she was scared. Not of him, but of what was happening to her. She’d never wanted something as much as she did his kiss. He frowned for a moment, as if fighting some inner battle she couldn’t imagine. He reached out his hand and raised her chin with his finger, looking at her, inspecting her almost.
‘Are you sure?’
She nodded, unable to speak. Wondering if he would walk away instead, or give into this strange web woven around them, separating them from the rest of the world.
He moved slowly, as if giving her the chance to turn away, to change her mind. She watched, wide eyed and fascinated as he bent his head towards her, and… instead of pressing his lips to hers, he passed them, pressing his cheek to hers, stroking it almost, the heat warming her skin and heart, and she heard him breath in, as if taking her into him, only to finally turn his head back towards her and almost brush a kiss across her lips. Once, then twice.
Her heart soared at the gentle yet firm feel of his lips against hers. Something within her rose to the surface of her skin, clamouring to reach out to him, to feel more than the simple contact of his finger beneath her chin and his lips against hers.
Desperate and fearful that he might pull away, that he might take this away from her, she reached up, inexpertly, to either side of his face, the soft hair of his beard against her palm, her fingers brushing the silky thick strands of his hair. Holding him gently, pulling him back towards her in case he turned away.
His lips hovered barely a centimetre away from hers, she felt his breath against hers, she drew it into her lungs and her stomach clenched as she wished so much that she knew what to do next. Instead, they hovered on this almost kiss, fire scorching through her veins, heart beating so wildly she thought she might never find equilibrium again. Then, as one, they moved, coming together – she opened to the tongue he’d pressed against the seam of her lips and she met it with her own, the first shocking feel of him against her, inside of her, filling her and delighting her completely. She lost herself to the kiss, the dance of their bodies, the impossible almost dizzying feeling that consumed her.
She felt his hands in her hair, his fingers curling into the thick tendrils and tightening just a little in a way that strangely made her feel both safe and wanted at the same time. She stretched into the feeling, trying to hold on to each different strand of emotion and desire he was wringing from her with just a kiss.
She couldn’t hold back the moan of pure pleasure that fell from her lips to his and regretted it instantly as he finally broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, breathing harshly as she, as if as shocked as she.
‘Is it… is it always like that?’ she dared to ask.
‘No,’ he replied darkly. ‘Never.’

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Book Info:

The woman he can’t forget… The child he can’t deny!

Wild. Powerful. Ultra-rich. Matthieu’s reputation was infamous and he wanted to keep it that way! It was a shelter from the pain of his traumatic past… Until enchanting Maria entered his world of unimaginable wealth and unravelled his carefully ordered life with a night of blistering passion.

She was the only woman ever to see the man behind the scars. Yet to protect her Matthieu pushed her away. Now Maria is back, with an announcement that leads him to question everything: ‘I’m pregnant.’
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Meet the Author:

Pippa Roscoe lives in Norfolk near her family and makes daily promises that this is the day she will leave the computer and take a long walk in the countryside. She can’t remember a time when she wasn’t dreaming of gorgeous alpha males and misunderstood heroines. Totally her mother’s fault of course – she gave Pippa her first romance at the age of nine! She is inconceivably happy that she gets to share those day dreams with you! @PippaRoscoe www.pipparoscoe.com
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