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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 51744 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)

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The thrilling conclusion of The Billion Heirs!

Chance Bridger may have been raised on the family ranch with the father who left him and his two half brothers billions, but he hated the man. Unlike his brothers, he can't escape his past, especially when it comes back to haunt him in the form of Avery Marsh.

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Prologue

CHANCE

* * *

Love.

I only loved one woman in my life, and that was nearly fifteen years ago.

Sure, I have my fun. I pick up a lady at The Dusty Rose now and again, maybe even take her out a time or two.

But that’s it. I’ve only felt that spark once, and I’ve never found it since.

So I stopped thinking about love. Bachelorhood isn’t so bad. I love the land, the animals, the work around the ranch. Hell, I even love my new brothers.

Damn it, though, the two of them brought romantic love into the house. Within weeks. They had no trouble finding it right here in Bayfield, my hometown. To be fair, they didn’t actually find love. Love seemed to find them. But love never found me, not in fifteen years.

Granted, I haven’t exactly been looking, and life has been a fucking tornado since my father’s death. I’m still a person of interest in the death of Joey Hopkins. I’m innocent, and I’m pretty sure the information Sadie uncovered will go a long way in proving it, but still…

It all gets to a guy after a while.

“I need to ride like the wind, boy,” I say to Raphael, my midnight-black quarter horse, as I groom his flank with the curry comb.

I’m on my own at the ranch today. Miles is taking care of Sadie, who needs some serious time off. After what she’s been through, fuck. I haven’t seen them and don’t plan to. They haven’t left his bedroom as far as I know. Austin has gone with Carly to her therapy session in Billings.

So I’m taking the morning off too. Just Raphael and me and the sunshine.

I need an escape.

Ivory, a gorgeous cremello mare, snorts in the next stall. She’s the horse Carly was grooming when Austin first laid eyes on her. He’s told me the story a hundred times if he’s told me once—how he was a goner the first time he saw her.

Miles says the same thing about Sadie. As soon as she sauntered up to him in that bar and asked him to take her panties, he was all in. Doesn’t sound much like a love story, but the look in Miles’s eyes when he tells it removes all doubt.

Maybe I should go over to that bar sometime.

“What do you think, buddy?” I brush a tangle out of Raphael’s mane. “You think there’s a woman out there for me?”

“I’d like to think there is.”

That voice—melodic with just a touch of sexy rasp.

I drop the curry comb, and it lands on the hay-covered dirt with a thud.

I turn.

Standing in the door to the stable is a mirage.

A mirage from fifteen years ago.

It can’t be. It just can’t.

“Avery? Avery Marsh?”

“Hello, Chance.”

God damn.

She was just in my thoughts.

One woman. I’ve loved only one woman in my life. People called it puppy love because we were seniors in high school, but I knew the truth. I knew what I felt was special.

My heart shattered when she left. She and her mother moved away a few months before our high school graduation, and I never heard from her again.

Not once.

But here she stands.

I know the stable stinks of hay and horse manure, but I swear to God, all I smell is the sweet citrus floral of Avery’s perfume. She always smelled so good.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” I blink to confirm it’s really her.

“I’m actually here on…” She looks down at her feet.

Her blond hair is pulled up into a loose bun, and she’s wearing black pants, a white silky blouse, and a dark red blazer.

But I see her in cut-off shorts and a violet tank top, her silky wheat-colored waves tumbling over her shoulders.

That’s what she was wearing the last time we saw each other.

Those were the clothes she put back on after we made love in that spring on the edge of the ranch. We took each other’s virginity that day, and the next day she left.

“Here on what?” I ask.

“On business, Chance.” She draws in a breath as she flips open a small black case to reveal a badge. “I’m a special agent with the FBI.”

What? I never imagined her going into law enforcement, or her being back.

My eyes widen. “What? The EPA—”

“The EPA is doing its own investigation. I’m here about the death of Joseph Hopkins.”

I shake my head. “I don’t understand. We’ve been working with the local sheriff’s office.”

“Not anymore.” She closes her badge holder. “As of now, the Feds are taking over this investigation. That means I’m here on Bridger Ranch until further notice.”

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AVERY

* * *

My heart is racing, and my flesh is on fire.

Chance.

Chance Bridger.

I’m standing in front of Chance Bridger—the man who broke my heart fifteen years ago.

You think there’s a woman out there for me?

I’d like to think there is.

What was I thinking, answering him like that?

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Flawed (The Billion Heirs #2) Read Online Helen Hardt http://www.ilovenovels.com/flawed-the-billion-heirs-2-read-online-helen-hardt Fri, 18 Nov 2022 16:25:15 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/flawed-the-billion-heirs-2-read-online-helen-hardt Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Helen Hardt Series: The Billion Heirs Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58727 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)

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The bad boy brother. The by-the-books detective. A random meeting that will change their lives.
Miles Bridger would rather be home in New York than stuck on a Montana ranch with his newfound half brothers, thanks to his deadbeat dad’s will. Miles now works with bulls and hay bales instead of custom bikes. He keeps his sense of humor about the whole thing…until a dead body surfaces on the ranch and he and his brothers are thrown headfirst into a murder investigation.
Sadie Hopkins plays by the rules in her job as detective, so she’s only too happy to turn a little naughty during a bachelorette party dare. Heat flares between Sadie and the gorgeous blond man she approaches, but when a high-profile case crosses her desk the next day, she’s in for a surprise. The man from the bar is none other than Miles Bridger…and he’s a murder suspect.

Despite this revelation, Miles and Sadie’s chemistry sizzles. But the flawed Miles doesn’t do relationships, and Sadie’s past crashes into the present with a surprising discovery that could spell danger for both of them.

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Prologue

MILES

* * *

“Decide to come up for air?” I smile when Austin and Carly finally grace us with their presence at the dinner table.

Carly’s cheeks are flushed pink, and Austin’s hair is a tousled mass of brown. Yeah, they both look just fucked. Make that just fucked on steroids. They’ve been in Austin’s room since he and Carly came back this morning.

“Actually, I was sleeping.” Carly blushes further.

Right.

“You don’t owe them any explanation.” Austin gives her a pussy-whipped smile.

“As you know,” she continues, “I didn’t get any sleep last night because I was tending to your colt.”

“Which we appreciate.” Chance reaches for the platter in the middle of the table. The dishes are set out family style in brown clay serving platters. Salsa, chopped onion and cilantro, seasoned rice, and black beans. “I didn’t see either of you come out for lunch so I assume you’re starving. Louisa made chicken flautas.”

“Who? Your cook?” Carly settles in with Chance on one side, Austin on the other.

I’m across from her.

“The housekeeper,” Chance corrects. “She keeps this entire place running.”

I introduced myself to the older woman when she placed my clean laundry on my bed. I’m not used to anyone taking care of me.

“Looks great.” Austin takes the platter from Chance. “I love Mexican food.”

“Yeah. Me too. The spicier the better.” The robust scent of chiles has my mouth watering. I grab my cold Mexican beer, squeeze the lime wedge into the bottle, and take a long drink. Good stuff.

I’m about to take the platter from Austin when the doorbell rings.

The housekeeper—Louisa—comes in a minute later. She’s in her late fifties with salt and pepper hair. She’s in jeans and a green top, and a gentle smile tugs at her mouth. “It’s Detective Peterson from the Bayfield sheriff’s office. He wants to speak to all three of you.”

Chance sets down his fork with a sigh. “In the middle of dinner?”

“Says it’s important.”

“I guess that’s my cue.” Austin rises and kisses Carly’s cheek as Louisa leaves the room. “Be right back, sweetheart.”

I have no choice but to follow my brothers out of the dining room and to the doorway, leaving my beer and grub behind. This isn’t wholly unexpected. A dead body was just found on our property, after all. But it’s dinnertime.

The detective is a few years older than we are. Solemn looking, with bloodshot gray eyes. He wears scuffed brown cowboy boots, dark denims, and a striped button down. He’s armed with a handgun strapped at his waist. I don’t recall seeing him as part of the crew dealing with retrieving the dead body.

“Hey, Mark,” Chance says.

He knows everyone in town. In comparison to his relationship with the mayor, Chance seems neutral toward the guy.

“Chance.” The man tips his head. “You two must be Austin and Miles.”

Austin holds out his hand. “Austin Bridger.”

“Detective Mark Peterson. I’m investigating the murder that took place on your land.”

“Murder?” I cock my head and withdraw the hand Peterson hasn’t yet shaken. “I didn’t realize it was official.”

“We’re still waiting on the autopsy,” Peterson says, “but we treat all dead bodies in situations like this as homicide until we can rule it out. That means the three of you—along with your deceased father—are prime suspects.”

“Suspects? Now wait a damned minute.” Austin closes the distance between himself and the detective. “Miles and I weren’t even in the state when that guy met his maker.”

“That has yet to be determined,” Peterson replies.

I didn’t see the body, but from what I heard from those who did, it had been in rough shape. He’d been there a while, stuck beneath the deep water of the creek until we broke up the dam and it receded.

“Doesn’t matter,” the detective continues. “As of right now, I’m ordering the three of you not to leave town until you hear otherwise. You need to be on hand for questioning. I hear you were in Seattle recently. Don’t leave again.”

Invisible insects bite at the back of my neck. Is this guy for real? “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” I say. “We were the ones out there breaking up that dam. Would we have done that if we knew we were going to unearth a guy we murdered? If not for us, he’d still be out there.”

“I’ve been doing this a long time.” Peterson sucks at his teeth and tucks a thumb into his belt. “I wouldn’t put anything past Jonathan Bridger’s progeny. I admit, learning he has two additional sons makes my job a lot easier. All I have to do is drive to this ranch to find the criminals.”

Yeah. He’s making it pretty fucking clear where this is going. I’m no small-town boy. I’m from New York, and I can smell a dirty cop a mile away. At least one who likes to cut corners and not follow the evidence.

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 73664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)

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He’s inherited billions, but he must leave his home and family to claim it.
She’s no longer a captive, yet will she ever be free?
Austin Bridger is struggling to keep his seaplane business afloat and help his ailing mother. When his father, who never acknowledged his existence, dies, he leaves his billions to Austin and his two half brothers. The catch? To receive the inheritance, they must all live on his father’s Montana ranch for a year. To Austin, the money’s tainted, but because he desperately needs every dime, he has no choice but to leave Seattle.

Carly Vance was a student in veterinary school when her dream was shattered. Abducted from a diner in her small town, she was held captive on a South Pacific island for three years. Now she’s home, but her scars run deep. Trying to reclaim her life, she bravely takes a job in Bridger Ranch’s stables.

Sparks fly when Carly crosses paths with Austin, but they both hold secrets—secrets that could keep them apart forever.

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AUSTIN

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“Who’d you piss off?”

I glance up at Ed, the dock guy helping me load the coolers of fresh oysters into the cargo area of the seaplane. My back is to the shore and I don’t dare turn around. Not yet.

Ed looks down the length of the dock to someone I assume is heading our way. It’s probably Cara—or Tara—from Saturday. After our night together, she somehow found out about my business—because we didn’t do much talking—and has been calling around the clock. Showing up takes stalker to a new level because I am always straight with a woman. One night. A hell of a lot of fun, but no strings. All the orgasms she can take but nothing more.

“Fuck,” I say under my breath. I take a second to close my eyes. Just what I need. Baggage besides the seafood I am about to shuttle to the resort up in the San Juans. “Redhead? Legs for miles?” I ask.

Ed’s bushy eyebrows head north. “I wish. How about male, fifty and balding. I’d peg him as IRS except the guy’s wearing a bolo tie.”

I turn on the worn dock, the water lapping at the side. I catch a whiff of the briny tang of the outgoing tide. The man, who appears to be in his fifties, is headed our way and he’s definitely not Cara. Or Tara. Ed’s guess is pretty good, but as far as I know, the tax man is the one guy who doesn’t have an issue with me.

“Mr. Bridger!” The man raises his hand as if to hail a cab. He wears a bolo tie along with a white shirt and crisp jeans. And he holds a square leather briefcase. Definitely a creditor.

Just what I need. I have enough issues dealing with the healthcare system on the phone about my mother’s bills. In-person is a whole new level of pressure I don’t want.

I set my hands on my hips and prepare for a battle. “If you want money, it’ll only happen if I get these oysters in the air. They’re not the paying customers you probably want to see, but they are alive. For now.”

He stops in front of me and wipes his brow. For the Northwest, the weather is warm. Almost hot, even for summer. Another reason to get the plane in the air instead of lingering. Oysters and heat aren’t a good combo.

He glances at the plane and then back to me. “I’m not here to take money from you, Mr. Bridger. I’m Tom Shankle, lawyer from Shankle, Smith, and Brazee.”

Great. A lawyer. “I’m being sued.” I turn my back on him, grab another cooler, and pass it to Ed. “Even better.”

“You’re not being sued.”

With a quick glance, I see Shankle smile.

“You make visits to everyone who owes you money?” I stop mid-reach and stand upright. At six-two, I have five inches or more on the man. “If you bothered my mother with your money-grubbing shit—”

He holds up a hand. “I assure you I didn’t bother her. She’s not the reason for this visit. I hope her current treatments for multiple sclerosis are going well.”

I frown. What’s his angle?

“You know a lot about the health of a woman who’s not the reason for your visit.”

Mom’s latest meds are part of a trial and aren’t covered by insurance. Expensive. But working. She currently only has mild symptoms and I want it to stay that way, although she can no longer pilot trips for the business she founded. If Shankle wants to pull the plug on the treatment, that’s a no-fucking-go.

Shankle rubs his jawline. “I’ve kept tabs on you.”

Ed loads the last cooler and shuts the cargo door with a hearty slam that shakes the plane. He nods and ducks around the two of us as best he can for a guy his size. I can’t blame him for steering clear of my shit, whatever the hell it is. Going to the back rope line, he waits for me to climb in and do my pre-flight checks. That’s right, time to go. He’ll help other planes that use this dock.

“Why the hell would you do that?” I growl, not liking anyone to keep tabs on me. Especially a lawyer.

“I’ve tried to reach you for the past three weeks.” Shankle follows me to the front of the plane.

“Sorry, been busy running a business here. But you know that, since you’re keeping those tabs and all.” I climb onto the runner and reach to open the door, ready to get the hell out of here.

“I represent your father. Jonathan Bridger.”

I freeze for a second and then turn, bobbing up and down along with the plane on the water.

“I’m not sure which is worse. Creditors or my fucking sperm donor,” I grumble and glare. “Or a lawyer representing him.”

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