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New Arrivals: His Inherited Family: Billionaire Baby Dilemma / His Ring, Her Baby / Cowgirl Makes Three
Barbara Dunlop
Maxine Sullivan
Myrna Mackenzie
His Perfect FamilyWhen Lucas Demarco discovered he shared custody of his orphaned niece with Devin Hartley, he was determined to change her mind about the Demarcos. Yet he didn’t expect his own passion to become so out of control…The job was housekeeper, not fiancée! But billionaire bachelor Kirk Deverill couldn’t fire the lovely single mum. Of course, making their fake engagement real wasn’t going to happen… Even this desirable woman wouldn’t change his mind.When ex-model Ivy Seacrest steps on to Noah Ballenger’s ranch, Noah wonders why the prettiest woman he’s ever seen is working here! But, when his little daughter gets involved, Noah and Ivy stand no chance against this mutual attraction!
Baby comes first! Will love follow…?
HIS INHERITED FAMILY
BARBARA DUNLOP
MAXINE SULLIVAN
MYRNA MACKENZIE
New Arrivals His Inherited Family
Billionaire Baby Dilemma
Barbara Dunlop
His Ring, Her Baby
Maxine Sullivan
Cowgirl Makes Three
Myrna Mackenzie
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Table of Contents
Cover (#uf0290345-9cd0-53f3-a0c0-5a73689f2b0e)
Title Page (#ub71c5345-5402-5971-b3aa-c5c4ab543f80)
Billionaire Baby Dilemma (#u4e2b609f-b113-5e10-98d8-2bea60d8ae96)
About the Author (#uda801bb9-d66d-5f96-8784-922d2081b7d5)
One (#u98d69340-7266-5083-90cd-b535f7f71a74)
Two (#udcd78794-023a-5889-8eee-e7e87b027a02)
Three (#u04748d1b-66ab-5ddd-a0c7-8b852c577d9a)
Four (#ud2a2f2e7-4085-5cab-a549-d3c39f06351a)
Five (#ue9f03590-00d7-5c77-9a6b-bbcb5c1d2307)
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Seven (#ue24cb99e-379e-5eeb-9123-b2b98b4c68cd)
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Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
His Ring, Her Baby (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
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Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
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Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Cowgirl Makes Three (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
PROLOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
Billionaire Baby Dilemma (#ulink_4bcf36ef-f44b-5add-9a05-f5702b66288b)
Barbara Dunlop
BARBARA DUNLOP writes romantic stories while curled up in a log cabin in Canada’s far north, where bears outnumber people and it snows six months of the year. Fortunately she has a brawny husband and two teenage children to haul firewood and clear the driveway while she sips cocoa and muses about her upcoming chapters. Barbara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website at www.barbaradunlop.com (http://www.barbaradunlop.com).
One (#ulink_747dd954-7d6e-5a8b-ac2d-ded3235ada10)
Lucas Demarco was a man who liked certainty. He liked concretes, and he liked control. What his cousin Steve Foster was proposing lacked every one of those essential elements.
“Primarily Brazil,” Steve was saying. “But East Palites is a free trade zone for all of South America. Pacific Robotics would be in on the ground floor for high tech.”
Lucas hoisted his dripping wet sea kayak and paddle over his head and started back up the short path from the family’s private dock on Puget Sound to their boathouse. “The political situation is far too unstable.”
“They’re not going to nationalize the high-tech sector,” Steve countered, as he followed along in business suit and a pair of loafers. “That would be suicide.”
Lucas flipped the kayak onto the grass outside the boathouse and uncoiled a garden hose. “Right. Because lunatic dictators always make rational decisions.”
“If we don’t do this, Lucas, somebody else will.”
“Let them,” said Lucas, unzipping his life jacket and slipping it off over his wet suit. It was a warm May evening, but the ocean temperature was still cold enough to turn a person hypothermic. “I don’t mind being second into a market like that.”
Steve’s hands went to his hips, wrinkling his dark suit jacket. “This isn’t your decision.”
“It isn’t yours, either. And a stalemate means we stick with the status quo.” And that was fine for this particular stalemate. But Lucas knew they had to resolve the situation around his orphaned, baby niece Amelia, and they’d have to do it very soon.
He and Steve each owned forty-five percent of Pacific Robotics, making Amelia’s ten percent the key to the corporation.
Lucas knew it, and Steve knew it, and so did several dozen lawyers, company executives and competitors. Whoever controlled Amelia was the swing vote in every Pacific Robotics corporate decision from here on in.
Both Lucas and his brother Konrad had put their hearts and souls into the billion dollar corporation. As long as Konrad was alive and in control of his daughter’s shares, both Amelia and the corporation were safe. But with Konrad’s death, Lucas needed permanent guardianship of the baby girl in order to have deciding control. It was the only way to protect her from outside corporate vultures who’d try to use her, and the only way to ensure the future of Pacific Robotics.
“You son of a bitch,” growled Steve.
Lucas shrugged and spun the outside tap, pointing the stream of water at the kayak’s deck to hose off the salt. “Lucky my mother’s not alive to hear you say that.”
“I’ll fight Granddad’s will,” Steve vowed, raising his voice. “Don’t you think I won’t prove what Konrad did.”
“Konrad got married and had a baby,” said Lucas, squelching the shot of pain that came with uttering his dead brother’s name. By fathering Amelia, Konrad had met the conditions of their grandfather’s will and secured the family inheritance for the Demarco side of the family, instead of the irresponsible risk-taking Fosters, who were more interested in jet-setting vacations than annual reports and balance sheets.
Though Lucas had his own concerns about the speed with which Konrad had fallen in love and married Monica Hartley, he’d never share them with Steve. And he was confident that Konrad had at the very least been well on his way to loving her when they got married.
In any event, it was a moot point. As the firstborn, Amelia was their grandfather’s heir. Steve had already insisted on a DNA test, and it had proven Konrad was Amelia’s father.
Lucas flipped the kayak over and began hosing down the bright blue hull.
“So, when’s the temporary guardianship hearing?” asked Steve, the change in his tone putting Lucas on alert.
Monica had died in the light plane crash along with Konrad, and her sister—Devin Hartley—was fighting Lucas for guardianship of Amelia.
“Next week,” Lucas answered, glancing up.
Steve nodded, a calculating look entering his eyes. “And, if Devin wins?”
Bingo. There it was.
“You stay away from Devin,” Lucas warned, sending Steve a dark look. Not that he intended to lose. Not that he expected Devin to be a factor in the long term.
Steve’s gaze wandered to the sun setting over the mountains of Bainbridge Island. “It’s a free country,” he mused in a calculating tone.
“I mean it,” said Lucas, cranking off the tap. “It is not open season on Devin Hartley.”
She seemed like a decent woman, a little bohemian and flighty, and definitely more emotional than Lucas would have liked. Still, he couldn’t help remembering there was something inherently sensual about the way she moved and the way she smiled. Her blue eyes had sparkled that night at Konrad’s wedding, as if she were hiding a secret, and he found himself wanting to discover it.
He knew that his reaction had been ridiculous. And he’d eventually discounted the memory. Until now. Not that it mattered one way or the other. Bottom line, he was not about to stand by and let Steve cozy up to her in the hope of opening up a division of Pacific Robotics in South America.
Steve’s smile was sly and confident. “If she wins, there is no way to stop me from presenting my case.”
