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  Heartbreaker

  Billionaires of White Oaks

  Lizabeth Scott

  Contents

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  Also by Lizabeth Scott

  About This Book

  Prologue

  1. April

  2. Elias

  3. April

  4. Elias

  5. April

  6. Elias

  7. April

  8. Elias

  9. April

  10. Elias

  11. April

  12. Elias

  13. April

  14. Elias

  15. April

  16. Elias

  Epilogue

  Behind the Book Stuff

  Also by Lizabeth Scott

  About the Author

  Copyright Page

  Heartbreaker

  Lizabeth Scott Copyright © 2018

  All rights reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying and recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, currently known or future inventions, except as may be expressly permitted in writing from [email protected]

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  Thanks to my brilliant Beta Readers, Shannon Peeples, Melissa Young, and Jean Whitesell! You ladies keep me straight and are I can’t thank you enough.

  I hope you enjoy!

  ♥Liz

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  Also by Lizabeth Scott

  A PDF printout of books by series is available at LizScottBooks.com.

  The Royal Vow Series

  Sweet Royal Beginnings

  Sweet Surrender

  Sweet Denial

  Sweet Seduction

  Sweet Temptation

  Sweet Destiny

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  Hearts of Gold Series

  A Sheik for Rose

  A Star for Annie

  A Cowboy for Mary

  Dirty Ankle Series

  You Promised Me Forever

  Kissed Series

  Snow Kissed by the Billionaire

  Chased by the Billionaire

  Sun Kissed by the Billionaire

  French Kissed by the Billionaire

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  Billionaires of White Oaks

  Heartbreaker

  Troublemaker

  Mastermind

  Hothead

  About This Book

  USA Today Bestselling Author Lizabeth Scott welcomes you to the quaint southern town of Treemont, North Carolina. In this hot and LOL standalone, a distrusting brother of the bride locks horns with a wedding planner determined to give his sister a fairytale wedding.

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  Organizing a wedding for two hundred high-profile guests is a challenge for the most seasoned of event planners. Which I’m not. I haven’t even finished renovating White’s Manor but I’m going to make this wedding happen…in two weeks.

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  What I didn’t expect was the bride’s brother to be charming, gorgeous, and none other than Elias Holt, host of the most popular home renovation show on television. Getting to know the real Elias makes keeping things on a professional level a difficult task. I find him captivating, and he has the lead role in all my dreams. Is it any wonder my no turns into a yes. Please. More!

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  I came to the small southern town of Treemont, North Carolina to help my sister with her wedding—not to fall for the event planner. April has the most extraordinary fiery passion of any woman I’ve ever met. My past is too jaded with distrust to believe she’s as kind and gracious as she appears to be. I’m sure her sweet, southern charm is all fake.

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  My sister leaves town unexpectedly with my promise to help April plan her perfect wedding. Soon, seating charts and twinkle lights lead to kisses by the falls, strolls down Main Street while holding hands, and incredible nights together. The more time I spend with April, the harder it is to imagine leaving. But am I brave enough to want more? And can I restore the heart I broke with my own doubts and insecurities?

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  Each book in this steamy hot romantic series can be read as a standalone, but for a richer reading experience, the following order is recommended:

  Heartbreaker - April & Elias

  Troublemaker – Rachael & Kyle

  Mastermind – Harlow & Duke

  Hothead - Baylee & Smith

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  This just in…

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  Sun Entertainment

  Renovation TV heartthrob Elias Holt has been spotted at the Asheville Regional Airport in North Carolina, accompanied by his sister, Belinda Holt. Is the SoCal heartbreaker switching coasts?

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  Rocket News

  Sources report that TV’s renovation sensation Elias Holt is scouting wedding venues. His sister, Belinda Holt, was overheard inquiring about large event centers. Could the sexiest man in America be off the market? Sorry, ladies!

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  Hot Entertainment

  An unknown woman was seen with Facelift Reno’s star Elias Holt during a heated argument at Pots of Posies, a Treemont, North Carolina florist. Could this be his new love interest? Is there trouble in paradise? Is the wedding off?

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  Real Source News

  Real Source News can confirm that Elias Holt, star of Facelift Reno, has been in North Carolina to book an event center for his sister’s wedding to Wes Matthews, a United States Marine.

  April White of White’s Manor Event Center has been hired as the wedding planner. A collective sigh of relief can be heard from women everywhere. Elias Holt is still on the market.

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  Sun Entertainment

  Elias Holt was seen with wedding planner April White at Sixth Street Diner in Treemont, NC. Our source reports that Mr. Holt and Ms. White were holding hands as they entered and appeared to be
more than acquaintances. Is Elias helping April with more than just wedding preparations? Watch out, Ms. White. Elias Holt is known as a consummate heartbreaker.

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  Hot Entertainment

  Is Elias Holt from Renovation TV going into the wedding planning business? As seen in these photos, it would appear that Mr. Holt is swapping his hammer and nails for tulle and twinkle lights.

  The renovated stable where the wedding reception will be held is at the 100-year-old White’s Manor. The Manor is currently under extensive renovation by new owners and business partners, April White and Rachael Hart.

  According to WhitesManorEvents.com, the Manor will offer a multitude of event packages when it opens later this year.

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  Real Source News

  Real Source News acquired this footage of a steaming-hot kiss between Facelift Reno star Elias Holt and his wedding planner, April White, at a North Carolina flea market from a passing visitor. “We were walking to our car and there they were, suckin’ face. I grabbed my phone and started recording.”

  Are things strictly platonic, as Mr. Holt’s publicist claims?

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  Prologue

  “Now that guy over there…” Rachael tips the neck of her beer bottle toward the bar, “I bet he knows what a G-spot is.”

  I turn around and scan the bar for the man in question. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, I continue trying to peel the label from my bottle without tearing it. “Oh, yeah? What makes you say that?”

  “Look at his fingers and the way he’s holding his beer. He’s almost caressing the bottle with those long fingers. Plus, you know what long fingers mean.”

  I must have had one beer too many, because my friend Rachael is making perfect sense. We try to come to Asheville once a month for a girls’ night out. We’re several months behind, but tonight, we have something to celebrate. We have our first interested client. “You’re probably right. But I still don’t know if I believe anyone who’s given up sex.”

  Rachael slaps the table and whisper-screams, “Look!” Then just as quickly she yanks on my arm and says. “No, don’t look!”

  I almost get whiplash from whipping my head back and forth. “Rachael, don’t yell at someone to look and then take it back. You know I’m going to look.” I spin around in my seat and connect eyes with long finger guy. I can’t tell you how long his fingers are because I can’t get past his handsome face. Or at least what’s not covered by a ball cap. He’s like sex-on-a-stick gorgeous. I give him a feeble smile and feel my face heat. I turn back around fiddling nervously with my now-empty beer bottle.

  “That’s why I said don’t look,” Rachael hisses as her gaze moves past my shoulder.

  “Then you should have led with don’t look.” I take another gulp of my beer to cool me down and frown at the bottle when nothing comes out. I close one eye and peer down the mouth of the bottle, looking for the lost beer.

  Rachael clears her throat to get my attention and says, “He’s staring right at you.”

  My head pops up. I know what I’m about to do will only encourage his interest, but I can’t stop myself from turning back around. Even with the dusky lighting and that annoying ball cap, I can tell he’s checking me out every bit as much as I’m going gaga over him. I wish I could see the color of his hair. He smiles. I focus in on his perfect set of sexy lips and give him a polite grin. I should turn around and put an end to the bar seduction game, but instead, I let my eyes meander down his body as he lounges back against the bar. I very much like what I see. My gaze moves back up his form-fitting black jeans and his dark green t-shirt hugging what I bet is an impressively-toned chest. Even from across the room I shiver from the intense look he’s giving me. He nods his head, and I smile back. My nipples harden under my white tank top, and I hope the slight padding in my bra keeps that information private. His eyes shift downward and his jaw clenches before his gaze moves back to mine. I’m pretty sure he now knows I’m interested.

  He tips his head toward the bathrooms, the international sign for ‘meet me in the back.’ I’m frozen in place. I’ve never in my life had a bar hookup. I feel Rachael push something into my hand. I look down and cringe when I find a foil packet. “Are you crazy?” My hand snaps closed on the condom before anyone else can see.

  My best friend sits smugly in front of me. “Go have a little fun. What’s it going to hurt? You’re interested, he’s interested, and you’ll never see him again. But, you know,” her brows waggle and she nods toward my closed fist. “Wrap it up.”

  I would laugh, but that would only encourage her. She doesn’t need any help with that. “I am not going to have sex with a stranger in a bar bathroom. That’s just gross and probably extremely uncomfortable. And would you like to tell me why you have a condom?”

  Rachael rolls her eyes like the explanation is simple. With Rachael, it never is. “Just because I don’t have a need, doesn’t mean I’m not always prepared. You know, like that scout thing.” Her voice becomes serious as she recites, “Through sleet or snow or dark of night something, something, something, always carry protection.”

  My brows pinch together and my lips purse as I try to decipher the meaning of what she said. Nope, I can’t do it. “You know, Rach, that doesn’t even make sense. How many beers have you had? Why don’t you go meet long fingers?”

  “This is only my second.” She holds up three fingers, “and long fingers doesn’t want me. He’s practically fucking you with his eyes. Now, go!”

  “Nope, not gonna happen. Anyway, we need to go. I’ve got to get up early tomorrow to do some last-minute work at the Manor before Belinda stops by, and you don’t want to pay your babysitter overtime.”

  “I guess you’re right. Let me go pee first. I’ll never make it down the mountain with a bladder full of beer.”

  “Fine, I’ll go ahead and call an Uber.” Anything to get me away from a tempting situation. I stuff the unwanted condom in my jeans pocket, grab my bag, and head toward the door. I’m proud of myself for not glancing toward the bar as I thread my way through the crowd of people. Once in the hallway, I see the elevator doors closing. There’s no way I want to be left standing until the antique elevator makes it back to the eighth floor, so I run and squeeze through the doors at the very last second, putting an end to any chance of making a bad decision. But I have a feeling it would have been oh, so good.

  April

  “…then I thought we could set up rows of chairs for the guests under the old oak tree. With the backdrop overlooking the mountains, it will be so romantic.” I conclude my pitch and hold my breath, waiting for the verdict. If the bride says yes, then Rachael and I will live to eat another day. If she says no, then the historic White’s Manor will become a home for wayward mice. Okay, I know that’s being dramatic, but a lot depends on signing our first event. We have a lot of time and money invested, but we’re far from the finish line.

  Belinda, the bride in question, circles the renovated timber-frame stable as I gnaw on my thumbnail. Rachael pops her head up in a window of the manor. I shrug and motion for her to get back. I don’t want anything distracting Belinda from focusing on how beautiful it will be to have her wedding at White’s Manor.

  Belinda turns, and I feign swatting a bug away. “The stables are beautiful, April. You’ve done wonders with the renovations. And the landscaping is incredible.
The work you’ve done so far is spot on.”

  “Thanks. My partner and I have worked really hard getting everything just right.” We had, too, even down to the doorknobs. My business partner Rachael and I had searched antique stores, estate sales, and online restoration stores for months to make sure everything we put back into the 1910 home is accurate to the period.

  “We plan to hold smaller, more intimate events in the house, eventually, when we’re able to finish, that is.” I try not to dwell on the fact that all the money we had left after purchasing the rundown estate has been spent on the grounds, barns, and stables. We need to replenish the renovation fund, and Belinda’s wedding will help. At least until the quarterly mortgage payment comes due. I’m banking on a full schedule of events next month, once word gets out we’re open.