A billionaire, a baby and a bride of convenience?
Oil baron Nick Duncan swore off entanglements of the heart after his wife’s and son’s untimely death. So when Talia Barton introduces him to his orphaned daughter from a grief-fueled fling, he knows he’s in trouble. Talia won’t let the motherless child she’s been caring for become a ward of the state. But she never expects the handsome Texan to propose marriage...and actually mean it!
SARA ORWIG, from Oklahoma, loves family, friends, dogs, books, long walks, sunny beaches and palm trees. She is married to and in love with the guy she met in college. They have three children and six grandchildren. Sara’s one hundredth published novel was a July 2016 release. With a master’s degree in English, Sara has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Sara welcomes readers on Facebook or at www.saraorwig.com.
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Married for His Heir
Sara Orwig
ISBN: 978-1-474-07624-1
MARRIED FOR HIS HEIR
© 2018 Sara Orwig
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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With thanks to Stacy Boyd, who made this book possible.
Thank you to Tahra Seplowin for fixing things and answering questions.
With thanks always to Maureen Walters.
Also, with love to my family, who fill my days with joy.
Contents
“Just remember, curiosity killed the cat.” Nick Duncan shot his brother a narrow-eyed look, as if willing him to lay off.
But Stan didn’t take the hint. He merely shook his head and continued. “What do you expect, Nick? A woman you don’t know is coming by to tell you about an inheritance you didn’t know you had. Of course I’m curious.”
Nick had to agree, the man had a point.
He stepped off the porch into the front yard of his cattle ranch, the ND Ranch, taking a moment to let his gaze sweep over the landscaped front yard, green from the constant watering. But nothing could distract his thoughts. An inheritance?
“And you say our attorney told you to accept the appointment with her?” Stan asked, stepping up beside his oldest brother.
“Yeah. Apparently, she went to Horace and talked to him instead of calling me. How she found him, I don’t know. That should be personal information.” He swiped a hand across his neck. “I’ve been racking my brain, but heck, I don’t know any Talia Barton, not in the oil business,