The Broke Billionaire E-Book

Ann Omasta

• Herausgeber: More Happily Ever Afters
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

I ran into a billionaire… Literally ran into him… With my car… 
And neither of our lives will ever be the same.

Distracted and tired, Ellie Thorne did not expect anyone else to be on the road as she drove to her bakery, Snickerdoodle, at the crack of dawn. 

Billionaire Trey Donovan was out for an early morning jog, attempting to escape some of the stress and pressure that surrounded him at his corporate empire.

The two opposites were destined to collide.

Powerful Trey has always felt broke in the ways that truly matter… love, passion, friendship, loyalty, intimacy, and desire. Will gentle Ellie change that or break him for good?

Find out now because you deserve a dashing billionaire book boyfriend.

Live the high life with Trey Donovan in this sweet with very mild heat billionaire romance. Meet him now.

Available books in The Broke Billionaires Club:
1. The Broke Billionaire
2. The Billionaire’s Brother
3. The Billionairess
4. The Royally Broke Billionaire: Royal Wedding Blues
5. The Royally Broke Billionaire: Royal Baby Scandal

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Contents

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Bonus Chapter: The Billionaire’s Brother

BONUS Cupcake Recipe 1

BONUS Cupcake Recipe 2

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1

“Why can’t I find decent help?” Ellie muttered aloud to the empty car.

She knew she was being harsh. Marcy was a whiz in the kitchen and she was fantastic with the customers, when she showed up for work. She just didn’t have quite the same work ethic as Ellie.

Marcy knew Ellie really needed to take a day off. She’d been planning it for weeks, even though it was mostly just a mental health day to get some shopping and things other than baking done. Marcy had promised to cover, but she had called at 3:30 this morning to tell Ellie that her stomach was upset so she wouldn’t be able to make it in.

So much for sleeping in just once, Ellie shook her head. Now she was on her way to the bakery to get the early morning pastries going. It was only 4:15 am, but she was already behind schedule, especially since she wouldn’t have any help today.

Ellie wished she could be as carefree and relaxed as Marcy, but owning Snickerdoodle Bakery forced her to be more responsible than that. The business didn’t run itself. As much as Ellie would like to spend all of her time in the kitchen dreaming up new recipes to experiment with, she ended up spending much of her time paying bills, doing maintenance on the equipment, meeting with accountants, scrubbing dishes, and all the other non-glamorous tasks a business owner covers to control expenses.

Opening the tiny bakery had been Ellie’s dream since childhood. In fact, she had the colorful crayon drawing of the storefront hanging in her office that she had made when she was a starry-eyed eight-year-old. It proudly proclaimed the name she had chosen back then, and which she had kept the same when she cut the ribbon for the bakery many years later.

The sign guy had thought she was mildly insane when she gave him that child’s drawing to explain the design for the bakery’s sign. The results turned out rather fabulous, if she did say so herself. Once she decided on a goal or dream, she never let it go until it came true. This stubborn, optimistic streak had worked out pretty well for her so far.

Now, if she could just meet Prince Charming and have him sweep her off her feet, life would be absolutely grand. Of course, she wouldn’t just be a princess who sat by his side and looked pretty. She would have charitable causes, and he would seek her counsel before making any important decisions. They would be equal partners, laughing and challenging each other, as they ruled the kingdom as an unstoppable team, who always prioritized the wellbeing of their people.

“Yeah, right.” She shook her head at that silly fantasy. “Might be time to let that fairy tale go,” she chastised herself as she searched for her jingling cell phone.

She knew it would be Marcy calling to apologize for letting her down. She really couldn’t get angry with Marcy for bailing on her. She probably really was sick. It was hard not to be a tiny bit jealous, though. Ellie would have to practically be on her deathbed to not come to work when she was scheduled. It was just ingrained in her personality and would probably be the exact same way if she worked for someone else, rather than owning her own small business. It just wasn’t in her to slack off.

The phone kept ringing insistently as she dug around in her purse, which she had plopped in the passenger’s seat of her vintage yellow Volkswagen Beetle. Her mechanic kept telling her the car was well beyond its prime, but he was always able to get it running again, and she wouldn’t consider selling it. She had baked and sold fresh fruit pies the entire summer before she turned sixteen, in order to save the money to buy it. It was more than a car to her. It represented her path to independence and the ability for the baking she so loved to become a legitimate way to make a living. People were willing to pay for the baked goods she made. The idea still made her smile.

After being silent for a moment, the phone began ringing again. Marcy had probably refused to leave a voicemail, instead opting to call back until she picked up. “I don’t know where my phone is, Marcy,” Ellie told the empty car as she searched for the blaring device.

A glowing light between the passenger seat and console caught her eye. Her phone must have fallen out of her open purse and slid down the crack beside the seat. Leaning to the right, she eased her hand into the narrow opening and tried to grab the device. It was in farther than she anticipated. Glancing down, she tipped further to the right, her fingers straining to reach the phone.

The loud thud startled her. Heart racing frantically, she slammed on her brakes and pulled to the side of the road, certain that she had just hit something. Her frazzled brain tried to figure out what it could have been. Whatever it was had been big. It had sounded big enough to be a deer or maybe a very large dog.

Tears pooled in her eyes as she realized she had probably killed the poor creature. Chastising herself for being so careless and wondering what she should do, she sat there stunned.

The problematic phone was now silent, but she still couldn’t quite reach it. Not knowing what else to do, she took a deep breath before emerging from the car to go see what she had hit.

2

It was difficult to see what the crumpled heap was by the glow of her taillights. Ellie rushed over, the idea that an injured animal might hurt her quickly fleeting with the knowledge that she had caused the injury and needed to help if she could.

As she jogged toward the dark lump, a wave of panicked nausea swept over her. Not having time to vomit, she forced herself to keep moving forward and face what she had done.

The animal that she had hit wasn’t an animal at all. It was a man! Ellie’s hands shook as she tried to figure out how to revive him. She patted his face, yelling “Sir? Sir? Oh, please don’t be dead, sir.”

Relief flooded her system when she leaned down and heard ragged breaths coming from him. “Thank God.” She sagged with relief, before adding, “You will not die on my watch.”