The Unexpected Millionaire
About eight seconds too late, Willow Anastasia Nelson realized there was a massive flaw in her plan.
She'd driven over to Todd Aston the Third's embarrass-ingly huge estate to give the slimy, no-good weasel a piece of her mind. But she'd never actually met the man, so she didn't know what, exactly, he looked like.
She had an idea, of course, sort of. Tallish, hand-someish, rich. But wasn't his hair dark and weren't his eyes brown? Why hadn't she thought to look him up on the Internet? He was probably on the front page of "JerksMonthly."
And if Todd Aston defined the whole tall, dark and yucky scenario, then who was the blond hunk and a half standing in front of her?
"Oh, hi," she said, smiling at the man who'd opened the front door and hoping she didn't look as out of place as she felt. "I was hoping to have a word with Todd. This is his house, right? My sister mentioned he lived here and..."
Willow groaned. That hadn't come out right. She sounded like a groupie.
"My sister knows him," she added helpfully.
Blond guy didn't step aside to let her in, although he did fold his arms over his che ... read full excerpt from: The Unexpected Millionaire ebook
