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More Than a Millionaire by Emilie Rose
Only one woman held Ryan’s attention – Nicole Hightower.
Ryan shouldn’t find her attractive. She wasn’t his type. He liked his women curvy and soothing. Nicole bordered on too slender and restless. Yet when Nicole’s aqua eyes turned his way, she hit him with another megavolt jolt of awareness. He couldn’t prevent the unwelcome gut-jarring reaction each time their gazes met.
He didn’t want a relationship with her other than a contractual surrogate one. If all went according to his plan, she’d have his kid, hand it over and get out of his life. He didn’t want her underfoot and interfering. He didn’t need the drama.
Still, she tempted him. And the chemistry between them sizzled hot enough to make him want to engage in a short-term affair. What consequences would there be? After all, she was already having his baby.
The Untamed Sheikh by Tessa Radley
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Megan’s gaze dropped to her phone gripped high in Shafir’s strong dark hand. Nothing about this situation reassured her. “I’m supposed to believe that?”
The frantic vibration of her phone diverted her attention. Her messages had come through despite the limo’s path through the remote desert. Not a minute too soon! Disregarding his power, his size, Megan dived across his lap, intent on claiming back the phone – her phone, damn it.
Hard thighs of rock-like solidity beneath the elegant trousers were the first warning that she had made a colossal mistake. She jerked her gaze upwards.
Oh, no.
Bare inches separated their faces. Megan was aware of muscle shifting under her. He surrounded her. And he was big – much bigger than she’d realised.
Her breath came in ragged fits – yet he didn’t appear to be breathing at all. She gulped in air, but her pounding heart she could do nothing about.
More Than A Millionaire
By
Emilie Rose
The Untamed Sheikh
By
Tessa Radley
More Than A Millionaire
By
Dear Reader,
I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. When I was bored out of my skull and picked up a magazine last year, I had no idea one article on aviation management companies would launch an entire series ofstories for me. And I had no idea that what I read would give my sons and I so much fun stuff to do together – something we really needed. Thanks to this research and my two oldest sons’ passion for flying, I’ve had a load of new experiences this year, including No. 2 Son flying me to lunch (wow!).
For Nicole Hightower, one devastating mistake leads to her finding the man – none other than Ryan Patrick – and the family she was meant to have. Here’s hoping that happenstance brings you new discoveries that brighten your days and the courage to seize the moment.
Happy reading!
Emilie Rose
Bestselling Desire™ author and RITA® Award finalist EMILIE ROSE lives in her native North Carolina with her four sons and two adopted mutts. Writing is her third (and hopefully her last) career. She’s managed a medical office and run a home day care, neither of which offers half as much satisfaction as plotting happy endings. Her hobbies include gardening and cooking (especially cheesecake). She’s a rabid country music fan because she can find an entire book in almost any song. She is currently working her way through her own “bucket list” which includes learning to ride a Harley.
Visit her website at www.emilierose.com. Letters can be mailed to PO Box 20145, Raleigh, NC 27619, USA or e-mail [email protected].
JBR, you light up the room (and me) with nothing more than a smile.
No matter what happens, my time with you has truly been a gift I will never regret.
Chapter One
“Define unfortunate incident,” Ryan Patrick ordered the director of the Lakeview Fertility Clinic from the visitor’s side of the ornate walnut desk.
The director’s leather chair creaked, revealing each nervous shift of the man’s body. “One of our trainees neglected to cross-reference the lot number on your sample. He only checked the names and those were reversed. I want to assure you, Mr. Patrick, this is an unusual circumstance. We have many checks and balances in place to—”
“What does this mean? To me. Specifically,” Ryan cut in impatiently. He unclenched his fingers from the arms of the chair, but it was hard to relax when the man in front of him looked like he was about to have a heart attack at any second.
The director inhaled a long, deep breath. “Your contribution was given to the wrong woman.”
Ryan’s abdominal muscles tensed. That would only be a problem if—
“Her pregnancy was confirmed two weeks ago,” the director added.
Problem. One that jeopardized Ryan’s goal of proving to his father that he’d settled down and was ready to take over the reins of the Patrick architectural dynasty. But Ryan was a master troubleshooter. He wouldn’t have climbed this far up the ladder of success if he’d thrown in the towel at every obstacle.
Too bad his father couldn’t see that.
“Two weeks ago? Why am I just now being informed? And what about my surrogate, the woman I hired?”
“We discovered the situation yesterday when she came in for her appointment. She wasn’t inseminated since at your insistence we only had the one vial.”
They’d only had one vial because with the reputation of this place he’d expected them to get it right the first time.
“And you’re certain this other woman is pregnant with my child?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ryan tamped down his frustration. Once he’d decided to take the surrogate route he’d spent months interviewing to find the right candidate—one with looks, brains and good genetics. One who wouldn’t get emotionally attached to the baby she hosted in her womb for nine months and change her mind about handing over his child.
And now the wrong woman was carrying his baby.
“Who is she?”
“I’m not at liberty to release that information, sir.”
Ryan exploded to his feet. “You’re not at liberty to tell me who’s carrying my child?”
“Yes. Confidentiality—”
Ryan intended to get the information one way or the other. He braced his fists on the desk and leaned forward.
“Don’t make me bring a platoon of lawyers in here. Not only will that be financially costly for you, the negative publicity will knock you right off the list of top fertility clinics in the country. This is my kid, and I have the right to know who and where its mother is and whether she’s qualified for the job. I want everything you have on