**STANDALONE BOOK with no CLIFFHANGER**

Elise and Alex were unlikely best friends in high school, until they had a falling out at the end of their Senior year. One that shook her to her very core.

She's now a YouTube sensation and one of the most sought-after young choreographers in New York City. He sold his software company causing Forbes Magazine to label him a billionaire wunderkind. Now they're both invited to a high school friend's wedding in Upstate New York.

Elise has done her best to avoid Alex, but circumstances will see them thrown together. The truth will come out and red hot sparks will fly. Destiny is a hard thing to avoid, even more so if someone’s chosen to design that destiny.

Billionaire Romance, Best Friend Romance, New Adult Romance.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jane Wilde is a best selling author with multiple pen names. She loves to write billionaire romance, best friend romance, new adult romance, and any set of characters where both a coming of age story and steamy sex scenes are called for.


EXCERPT OF STRANDED BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION BELOW. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYRIGHT 2015 JANE WILDE.

“What do you think?”
Sara is smoothing the skirt of her blue satin dress and examining herself in the mirror.
I look up from the floor where I’m searching for my missing Jimmy Choo.
“Perfect.”
Sara always looked perfect. We’d been best friends since junior high. Never a golden lock out of place even while she set the perfect volleyball or pitched the perfect curve ball.
“You make me sick.” I stick my tongue out as my own long brown hair falls into my eyes.
She laughs and turns to me.
“Come on Elise.”
She turns back to the mirror to admire herself again.
“You’re going to be late. The limo or whatever they sent leaves in ten minutes.”
I strain my arm a little further until I feel satin beneath my fingers. How’d it get so far beneath the bed? I secure the Choo.
“HA!” I place the black stiletto with the colorful crystals on my foot. “Done!”
Sara moves as I take my place in front of the tall vintage mirror. Five inch heels, tight black Dior dress, long hair curled into waves.
“You look gorgeous Lis.” She slides an arm around my waist.
I smile back feeling confident, and then I remember why I had been dreading this wedding weekend.
She sees the uncertainty creep back in and goes into supportive friend mode.
“It’ll be fine, seriously.”
“Uhuh.”
“Listen, we’re in this big gorgeous eight-bedroom country house in upstate New York. It’s beautiful here. Even if we are in the sticks.”
She stops as the wind picks up outside and a branch rasps against the window. Her eyebrows knit together like she’s mad at the weather for choosing to deteriorate at that very moment.
“Our good friend is getting married. We’re going to get to see some of our best friends from high school. Today is one long party, tomorrow the wedding. Booze, food, and good company for two whole days—what could be better than that?”
I narrow my eyes at her, knowing that she’s right, but my high school self won’t let her words penetrate my brain.
“Is he here?”
She nods.
“He got in late last night. I ran into him in the kitchen an hour ago.”
I was suddenly glad I had listened to my gut and dragged my feet all morning. I’d worked on my laptop in the room Sara and I shared. It was the size of a large master bedroom with two king-sized beds and an en suite.
I stare at her blankly. Hearing an actual confirmation of his presence in the same house makes me feel nauseous.
Sara reads the thoughts as they cross my face and loses patience.
“Honestly, Elise,” she scolds. “You’re being such a drama queen. We’re adults now. Water. Bridge. It wasn’t a big deal in high school and it sure as hell isn’t a big deal now. Do you think he’ll sign my copy of Forbes? HA! Billionaire wunderkind...” she rolls her eyes at me and goes back to inspecting her hair.
“Get over it.”
She’s right, of course. And wrong.