Million Dollar Baby
One anonymous night, one little secret!Going home with a stranger isn’t sheltered heiress Brooke Goodman’s style. Neither is falling back into bed with the same sinfully sexy man. But now she’s pregnant, and Austin wants to wed ! Should she trust a man who can promise her his name but not forever?
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After one night with an anonymous cowboy...
...thereâs a little secret on the way!
Going home with a stranger isnât sheltered heiress Brooke Goodmanâs MO. Neither is falling back into bed with the same sinfully sexy man...or asking him to marry her so she can inherit millions. But now sheâs pregnant, and Austin wants to wed for real! Should she trust a man who can promise her his name but not forever?
USA TODAY bestselling author JANICE MAYNARD loved books and writing even as a child. After multiple rejections, she finally sold her first manuscript! Since then, she has written fifty-plus books and novellas. Janice lives in Tennessee with her husband, Charles. They love hiking, traveling and family time. You can connect with Janice at www.janicemaynard.com, www.Twitter.com/janicemaynard, www.Facebook.com/janicemaynardreaderpage, www.Facebook.com/janicesmaynard and www.Instagram.com/janicemaynard.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07689-0
MILLION DOLLAR BABY
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Contents
A dimly lit bar filled with rowdy patrons was an uncomfortable place to be on a Thursday night near the witching hour...if you were a woman without a date and too shy to make eye contact with anyone. The music was loud, masking Brookeâs unease.
She was lonely and so very tired of being the forgotten Goodman child. Sheâd spent her entire life toeing some invisible line, and what had it gotten her? Neither of her parents respected her. Her two older brothers were out conquering the world. And where was Brooke? Stuck at home with Mom and Dad in Royal, Texas. Held hostage by their expectations and her own eager-to-please personality. The whole situation sucked.
She nursed her virgin strawberry daiquiri and stared at the tiny seeds nestling in the ice. Impulsive decisions were more her style than drunken peccadilloes. Brooke had seen too many of her friends almost ruin their lives with a single alcohol-fueled mistake. She might be crazy, but she was clearheaded.
Suddenly, she realized that the band had vacated the stage. The remaining plaintive musicâcourtesy of the lone guitar playerâsuited Brookeâs mood. She didnât even mind the peanut-strewn floor and the smell of stale beer. At the same moment, she saw a man sitting alone at the bar, three empty stools on either side of him. Something about his broad shoulders made the breath catch in her throat. She had seen him walk in earlier. Instantaneous attraction might be a quirk of pheromones, but yearning had curled in the pit of her stomach even then. Sadly, the dance floor had been too crowded, and she had lost sight of him before she could work up the courage to introduce herself.
