The Accidental Heir: BWWM Billionaire Erotic Romance

By Jazmine Bryant

BWWM Billionaire Erotic Romance
It was supposed to be one night of fun with a white guy she didn’t even know. Sure, it was the best night of her life, yes, but LaDonna needs to hunt down the man she spent an incredible night with. She’s got big news to share with him, and she isn’t quite sure how to say it.

It turns out her lover is none other than Caleb Christopherson, a billionaire industrialist who owns a good chunk of Manhattan. She’s going to need to talk to him because he’s about to find out that this black woman is carrying...
HIS HEIR!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jynxed Moon
• Release date: Feb 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311395856

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The Accidental Heir

BWWM Billionaire Erotic Romance

Jazmine Bryant

Copyright 2016 by Jazmine Bryant

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Cover image credit: konradbak | Deposit Photos

Contents

The Accidental Heir

About the Heir

The Accidental Heir

One night. One night of the most mind blowing sex I’d ever had was enough to change my whole world.

Now I just had to figure out what to do about it.

The water of my shower ran over my body while I tried to make sense of everything. The water wasn’t exactly hot, it was lukewarm at best, but it was better than facing reality and I let myself stand there until the water ran ice cold.

While I stood there, I ran my hands over my body. My breasts, large and dark, were already tender and I knew that was a bad sign. Worse, my period was five days late and I was all too aware of the stick waiting for me on the counter.

I tried to piece together the night, how I let myself do something so stupid, but the memories were vague. A little too much to drink, a little too much time on the dancefloor. When I saw him, I knew I had to have him.

I never even got his name. One night stands were never my thing, and yet I couldn’t resist him. Even more, I never paid any attention to white men when we were out at the clubs. The ones who tried to dance with me were always such douchebags, professing their deep seated fantasy of being with a black woman. I was a person, not a fantasy, and I wasn’t going to do some guy just for his pleasure. I needed mine too.

But this guy was different. He was dressed better than anyone in the club and didn’t seem to give a shit about the people