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A Billionaire Donor: A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance
A Billionaire Donor: A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance
A Billionaire Donor: A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance
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A Billionaire Donor: A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance

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Melanie has waited a lifetime to start her own family. She's always been career minded, quickly rising in the ranks as a divorce attorney. With thirty approaching rapidly, she decides that she doesn't want to wait anymore and opts to have a baby on her own.

Kian is a successful billionaire in the prime of his life. He doesn't date and certainly doesn't want children. Now, it looks like he doesn't have a choice about children because one donation to a sperm bank that he made a decade ago is coming back to haunt him.

When Kian finds out that Melanie is pregnant with his baby, he decides to try to reason with her. Instead, from the moment he  lays eyes on her he's swept up into a whirlwind romance. Melanie and Kian are both harboring potentially catastrophic secrets. What will happen when both of them are forced to reveal the truth about themselves?

Note: The cover story is a sweet & sexy 15,000 word stand alone novella, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after! This book contains spicy love scenes, colorful language, and bonus stories for 18+ readers.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherD.M. Bryce
Release dateNov 15, 2018
ISBN9781386736066
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    A Billionaire Donor - D.M. Bryce

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    Melanie chewed the cap of her pen. It was a horrible habit, as her mother pointed out quite often, but it was a better alternative to smoking. She hadn’t touched a cigarette for a year. Not because she had one day decided to up and quit, but because she was preparing her body for what was to come next.

    Her fingers ran over the screen tenderly. There it was. The black and white photo showed the very early stages of her pregnancy. A small wonder, a miracle. A smile broadened on her lips as she sighed. It was finally happening.

    A knock on the door made her jump. She quickly exited the screen on her computer and pulled up her work schedule before telling the person to come in. A young guy stepped through the door. His blond hair was tousled and he was fidgeting with the tablet in his hands.

    A-are you busy? He asked with a swallow.

    Nope, come on in. Shut the door, Melanie set up in her seat a little taller. What’s wrong?

    The Jefferson case is not going smoothly. Donna wants a bigger check and the house now.

    Melanie pinched the bridge of her nose. I thought we’d come to a decision.

    We did, until Michael slept with her again.

    Melanie restrained the urge to throw the pen in her hand across the room. It was bad enough working with people who were getting a divorce, it was another thing when they were completely idiotic and drug it out.

    Being a divorce attorney had not been Melanie’s first option. Somehow she’d gotten a job in a law firm handling divorces right away and stayed there. Now, she felt like she was stuck in a perpetual loop of child like antics from adults with much too much money.

    Scott, please call Michael in for me.

    I’ll set up an appointment.

    Anything else?

    There’s a few messages. They’re on your machine.

    Thanks.

    Scott nodded before retreating. Melanie sighed. She’d gotten where she was today by being a shark. The joke around the office was that she was the devil in six inch heels. Melanie didn’t mind that comparison. If that kept people in line and made her day easier, so be it.

    Oh no, I’m going to have to give up my heels, she mumbled to herself.

    She was only eight weeks pregnant, but she knew that the next few months would speed by and she’d soon be unable to hide her growing belly. That’s when the questions would come. Who was the father? Why hadn’t she gone a more traditional route? How was she going to raise a baby alone?

    They were all questions that her mother had asked her already. Sure, she would have loved to have a fairytale wedding and be settling down with the man of her dreams as they prepared for a baby, but it wasn’t an option. She was twenty-nine. Between her busy schedule and her lack of decent dates lately, she knew that her window of opportunity was closing and quickly.

    The phone rang, making her push her thoughts aside. Doctor Wash. She pressed the phone to her ear before clearing her throat.

    Is everything okay?

    Everything is fine, a man’s smooth voice floated into her ear, I was just calling you to let you know that all your tests came back normal and your pregnancy is going smoothly.

    Melanie raised an eyebrow. You could have had the receptionist call me.

    The man chuckled. I could have, but you would have asked to speak to me anyway.

    Am I that predictable?

    Oh, yeah.

    Why are you not single anymore?

    Doctor Wash let out a short burst of laughter. I got married.

    Melanie pouted. Don’t I know it.

    She could almost see him shaking his head. Behave yourself. Besides, I still think the right one for you is just around the corner.

    Melanie scoffed. Yeah, I’ll believe that when it happens.

    They said their goodbyes before Melanie leaned back in her chair. She had known Jeff or Doctor Wash since they were in middle school, but she’d never paid very much attention to him as anything other than a friend, now she was wondering if she’d missed out on a wonderful future. He’d just been married a year and already his wife was pregnant.

    She ran a hand through her long, black hair. Really, she longed to feel the touch of a man’s hands running over her shapely, brown thighs. Her fingers brushed over her legs. There was nothing that could compare to the feel of a lover's lips caressing every inch of

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