The Billionaire Date

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Finding Mr Right

Welcome to the first book in Leigh Michaels’s wonderful new trilogy—all about dating games and the single woman!

Meet Kit, Susannah and Alison. Three very special women who are friends, business partners—and happily single! Ambitious and successful, they live life to the fullest and have no room on their agenda for husband hunting!

But it seems they don’t have to go looking for Mr Right...because each finds themselves unexpectedly pursued by their very own dream date....

First, we see Kit, sensitive and practical, organizing a bachelor auction that brings an exciting surprise when she wins The Billionaire Date.

Bubbly and impulsive Susannah thought she’d never see Marcus again after their affair ended—until a work project brings them together and Susannah faces The Playboy Assignment (April #3500).

And warmhearted Alison can no longer deny her craving for a baby when she meets a doctor who could help her, and finds herself taking on The Husband Project (May #3504).

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, but you won’t be able to put these books down as you share in a very special friendship between three wonderful women, and fall in love with the gorgeous men who—eventually—win them over!

Dear Reader,

Over the years I’ve greatly enjoyed writing books that are connected—sequels, prequels and spin-offs. They usually come about because a secondary character in one book is so interesting that he or she demands a story of their own. But until now I’ve never tackled an interconnected set of books, knowing from the very beginning that the stories would be so closely tied together that—while each book can stand alone—the three form a very special package. So the Finding Mr Right trilogy has been both a challenge and a joy.

My editor and I had been talking about a trilogy for some time, and I’d been looking for the perfect setting in which my heroines could be business partners as well as friends. Then one of my friends mentioned that her sister was a partner in an all-woman public relations firm in Kansas City, Missouri. Now that was a story possibility made just for me, since I have a journalism background and public relations experience. And though, to this day, I know nothing more about that real-life PR firm than that it employs only women, I want to thank the members of that company for the inspiration they provided for the Finding Mr Right trilogy.

And I thank you, my wonderful readers, for following along through the fifteen years since my first book was published, all the way to this new challenge. I think you’ll enjoy meeting Kit, Susannah and Alison every bit as much as I enjoyed writing about them. I must warn you, though—I cried when I had to give up these three special new friends....

With love,

P.S. I love to hear from readers! You can write to me at: P.O.

Box 935, Ottumwa, Iowa, 52501-0935.

www.millsandboon.co.uk

CHAPTER ONE

NO MATTER how carefully she counted, Kit couldn’t get past ten.

Of course, she told herself, the problem this time wasn’t that she was mathematically inept—though she was, as a matter of fact, and her partners never hesitated to remind her of it. But she hadn’t forgotten how to count. It was just that the room was small and crammed with giggling, nervous, very young women. Twelve of them, Kit knew. There had to be twelve. Except they were milling about, half-dressed, with makeup and hairbrushes and curling irons in hand, and no matter how carefully she tried to keep track of who was where, she could only see ten.

She climbed onto a chair and stuck two fingers in her mouth to give a keening whistle worthy of a professional sports referee. The sound level diminished instantly, and Kit took advantage of the opportunity. “Would everybody just shut up and stand still for one minute while I take roll?”

She counted heads. There were still only ten.

That figured, she thought. Just fifteen minutes before the start of the fashion show, with the audience already in place, two of her amateur models must have ducked off to the ladies’ room. She only hoped they weren’t actually sick with nerves.

Though it wouldn’t be any surprise, considering the way the rest of the function’s gone, she reminded herself. At least it’ll be over in two more hours, and with any luck I’ll never have to deal with another fashion show in my life, or the debutante crowd, either. “Who’s missing?”

The girls looked around as if surprised. Finally a slender blonde in the corner said, “Marliss and Shelby.”

“Well, go find them, will you, Heather? We only have a few more minutes to get you all ready to go out on the runway.”

Heather giggled. “I wish I could. Shelby’s dad invited her to New York City for the weekend, and she asked Marliss to go with her. They’re planning to see a Broadway show, and shop all the way across Manhattan, and—”

Kit’s heart seemed to bounce off her toes. “They just took off for New York?”