Secret Millionaire For The Surrogate
Are they ready to say ‘I do’?It’s wedding photographer Harper’s job to capture other people’s happy ever afters, but she doesn’t believe in one for herself.Until she meets ruggedly gorgeous best man Drew. Harper tries to fight their instant chemistry…until Drew sneaks past her defences.
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They met at a wedding...
Will they say âI doâ?
Itâs wedding photographer Harperâs job to capture other peopleâs happily-ever-afters, but she doesnât believe in one for herself. Until she meets ruggedly gorgeous best man Drew. Having offered to be a surrogate for her best friend, Harper tries to fight their instant chemistry, until Drew sneaks past her defenses. But sheâs about to learn this extraordinary man has an extraordinary secret!
DONNA ALWARD lives on Canadaâs east coast with her family, which includes a husband, a couple of kids, a senior dog and two crazy cats. Her heart-warming stories of love, hope and homecoming have been translated into several languages, hit bestseller lists and won awards, but her favourite thing is hearing from readers! When sheâs not writing she enjoys reading (of course!), knitting, gardening, cookingâ¦and is a Masterpiece Theater addict. You can visit her on the web at donnaalward.com and join her mailing list at donnaalward.com/newsletter.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09055-1
SECRET MILLIONAIRE FOR THE SURROGATE
© 2018 Donna Alward
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For Barbâmy soul sister.
Contents
March
IT WAS ODD being the person in front of the camera rather than behind it.
Harper McBride smiled once more as she looked around the room, trying to keep her smile genuine, but not quite liking the feeling of being so conspicuous. She was used to being the wedding photographer, in the background and out of the spotlight. Not tonight. The silky dress clung to her curves...what she had of them. Sheâd always had more of an athletic-type figure and broad shoulders that made buying tops and dresses slightly problematic. The cut of this dress, though...well, it left her shoulders bare, and a slit up the leg to midthigh left her feeling adventurous but also a little awkward.
But it was Adeleâs wedding day, and Harper was the only bridesmaid, and sheâd do anything for her best friend.
Anything. As sheâd just proved when she gave Adele and Dan their wedding present. If Harper could help her best friend start the family sheâd always wanted, she was all in.
She snagged a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and took a deep drink. She only had to get through maybe another hour of the dance and she could sneak away, back to her little bungalow and into a pair of soft flannel pajamas. That was how she preferred to spend her evenings, if she wasnât photographing a wedding or special event. Out of the spotlight.
âYou disappeared for a while.â
A deep voice sounded by her shoulder and she suppressed a delicious shiver. Drew, the groomâs brother and the best man. Harper and Drew had walked down the aisle together...and back up again when the I dos had been said, her fingers on his sleeve. Not too tightly, but not too loose, just enough to feel the warmth and strength beneath her fingertips. Theyâd sat next to each other at dinner, where sheâd inhaled his cologne and his warm laugh had washed over her, making her smile even when she didnât quite want to. Drew Brimicombe was sexy and charmingâthe kind of man she didnât quite trust.
