The Disclosure: A Sweet Single Mom Billionaire Romantic Comedy (Billionaire Baby Daddy Book 3)

For six years, nobody said it. This is the book where everybody does.

Internal auditor Nora Quinn found the money trail and can’t unsee it: six years of payments, three shell companies deep, landing on her daughter’s school. She’s the auditor. She’s also the conflict of interest. There’s a form for that — she wrote the form — and she cannot make herself file it until she knows one thing: whose money it is.

Julian Mercer finally has his horizon. The review is nearly closed; the truth is nearly sayable. He’s set a date and a plan — them first, in person, properly, the way six years of waiting deserves. He is going to do the one right thing. He just needs until Sunday.

He doesn’t have until Sunday.

Because fifteen-year-old Emily Quinn has a slide deck, thirty-one citations, and her mother’s complete inability to leave a question unanswered — and the moment a consent form clears, she does what the women in her family do. She sends.

By the end of this book: a finding gets filed, a name gets said, a drawer gets emptied, and three people who built their whole lives so they could never be blindsided get blindsided — by each other.

Book 3 of the Billionaire Baby Daddy series — the detonation. A sweet, slow-burn romantic comedy about love, secrets, and very bad paperwork. Closed-door heat, dual point of view, and a promise: the happily-ever-after is guaranteed, and no cliffhanger will ever involve the safety of the kid, the mom, or the robot. The truth, however, is fully out now — and somebody has to live in the wreckage of it.