Sometimes, one night can last a lifetime
There were three things Sylvie Jones didn’t expect to happen when she took a weekend trip to Chicago:
• Finally kicking her boyfriend, Alan, to the curb (he seriously deserved it).
• Meeting a sexy and wealthy stranger named Heath, and being mistaken for a paid escort.
• Not correcting Heath’s error and then … a little of this and a whole lot of that later, taking an airplane flight of shame all the way back home (she isn’t really ashamed—the night was too incredible for that).
None of these unexpected events might have changed her life if it weren’t for two more surprises which arrive nine months later—identical twins, Jadyn and Quentyn. Sylvie doesn’t know for sure who their father is, but that’s okay. Her sons are all hers and she can raise them by herself.
This might have been the end of the matter, except for one final thing: Heath. He can’t forget the incredible night he spent with a special lady in Chicago. He’d seek her out, but he doesn’t know her name. She dashed off like Cinderella, not even leaving a shoe behind as a clue to her identity.
He vows to find her. And Heath Collins, reclusive billionaire, always gets what he wants, no matter how long it takes. Getting the lady and twin baby boys, however, may be more than he bargained for.
A romantic comedy with a touch of steam, this is a standalone sequel to “Billionaires Don’t Like Nice Girls.”
