Billionaire Baby Daddy
The Billionaire Baby Daddy series — complete in four books.
It started with a quiet decision. Six years ago, billionaire Julian Mercer decided the most loving thing he could do for a child was to fund her existence invisibly and never appear in it. He poured the floor she'd stand on and stayed off it. He called it protection.
He didn't account for her mother.
Internal auditor Nora Quinn is the best in the business at finding the shape of a thing from its absences — and when she's assigned to Mercer's company, she traces the money straight into her own home. She's the auditor. She's also the conflict of interest. And her daughter Emily, fifteen and donor-conceived and very good at finding things, has already run the DNA and hit a wall with a familiar name behind it.
What follows is a romantic comedy that takes itself seriously where it counts: the careful courtship of two people armoured against exactly this, the six-year secret that finally detonates, and the repair that has to be paid for in truth, one honest installment at a time — graded, every step, by the kid who was never asked.
Sweet and closed-door throughout. Funny in the dry, competent way of people who joke their way through the hard parts. And built on one quiet promise that holds to the last page: the happily-ever-after is real, it's earned, and no cliffhanger will ever put the kid, the mom, or the robot in danger.
Love, with bad paperwork. Read it in order.
