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The Secret BILLIONAIRE'S Guide to Winning a WIFE

Michele_Bardsley
VOLUME 1: THE BILLIONAIRE GETS A WIFE Widowed mother Natalie Hanover has three kids, a mountain of bills, and zero patience for know-it-all men—especially the infuriatingly handsome Dr. Garrett Hart, the new small-town vet (and secret billionaire ... shhh). When Natalie and Garrett's fiery debate on local TV goes viral, the host (supposed BFF of Natalie ... hah!) creates a bet that Dr. Hottie ... er, Hart can “train” Natalie's children (like they're dogs? ... oh, Dr. Hart, you sweet summer child). But Dr. Hart doesn't want to win the bet. He wants to win Natalie's heart. But his dark past and deep fears might build an unbreakable wall between himself and the white moonlight he's adored since he was sixteen-years-old... VOLUME 2: THE BILLIONAIRE GETS A BRIDE Susan McMillian was attracted to Ross Cameron from the moment she found him, shirtless and wandering around the television studio where she worked. He had heartbreaker good looks and arrogance to match--exactly the kind of man she had sworn off. Good thing she was already engaged. Then she found out Ross wasn't just a hapless stranger who ended up at the station. He was in town to attend a wedding. Hers. Because Susan was getting married ... to his uncle. ***|***|*** Thank you for checking out my story! I appreciate your support while I was playing in the Web Novel sandbox, but now I'm off to other adventures on a different platform. If you want to hang out with me outside of Web Novel, please visit my website: https://www.michelebardsley.com
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