Cinderella's Billion-Dollar Christmas
From her small town… …to the dazzling lights of NYC! The first time small-town girl Leni Long meets investment tycoon Nick Kourakis he gives her the staggering news she might be heir to a fortune! Leni’s completely unprepared for a life of New York luxury, yet Nick’s determined to show her the possibilities…. But will that new life also include him?
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From her small town...
...to the dazzling lights of NYC!
In this The Missing Manhattan Heirs story, the first time Leni Long meets investment tycoon Nick Kourakis, she’s dressed as a Christmas elf. Then he gives her the staggering news she might be heir to a fortune! Adopted small-town girl Leni’s completely unprepared for a life of New York luxury, yet Nick’s determined to open her eyes to the possibilities... But will that new life also include him?
SUSAN MEIER is the author of over fifty books for Mills & Boon. The Tycoon’s Secret Daughter was a Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, and Nanny for the Millionaire’s Twins won the Book Buyers’ Best award and was a finalist in the National Readers’ Choice awards. She is married and has three children. One of eleven children herself, she loves to write about the complexity of families and totally believes in the power of love.
The Spanish Millionaire’s Runaway Bride
The Missing Manhattan Heirs miniseries
Cinderella’s Billion-Dollar Christmas
And look out for the next story
Coming soon
Manhattan Babies miniseries
Carrying the Billionaire’s Baby
A Diamond for the Single Mum
Falling for the Pregnant Heiress
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09187-9
CINDERELLA’S BILLION-DOLLAR CHRISTMAS
© 2019 Linda Susan Meier
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For Mikie.
I still miss you every day
Contents
Note to Readers
LENI LONG STARED out the big front window of the Family Diner in Mannington, Kansas, watching snow cover the sparkly gold Christmas bells hanging from the town’s eight streetlights. With the breakfast rush over and the red-and-white-themed diner empty, a hush had fallen over the tiny town.
A black SUV pulled into a parking space a few feet down from the diner. A tall man in a charcoal-gray overcoat exited. His broad shoulders hunched against the snow-laced wind, but there was a strength, a power to the movement. Maybe because of his size. He had to be over six feet and was built like someone who’d spent time in the military. Snow dotted dark hair that had been cut in a sleek, sexy way that sharpened the angles of his handsome face.
A thrill ran through her. Mannington didn’t have any men that gorgeous, that male, and he was heading toward the diner.
She raced behind the counter as his long strides ate up the sidewalk between his SUV and the door. It opened. He stepped inside, turning to close it behind him before he faced her.
His gaze cruised from her candy-cane-print blouse, red apron, short green skirt and red tights to her black patent leather buckle shoes.
Damn it! The first fabulous-looking man to come to Mannington in decades and she was wearing an elf suit.
