In The Arms of a Donovan: A Sexy BBW Billionaire Family Series Romance (The Donovans Book 13) by A.C. Arthur
Authors: A.C. Arthur
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to return home for good. She definitely planned to keep working with the Foundation because she believed in the cause and their message, she just wanted to do so from the background.
Which was where she was planning to stay today. In the background of all the other tourists heading off the ship to see the gorgeous island. Fiona wanted a purse and her mother’s birthday was in two weeks so Amber planned to get her something special from each port of call the ship made, for her gift. It was with these thoughts in mind that Amber followed the line of people disembarking. From her bag she retrieved her hat and her sunglasses, pulling the floppy brim down to partially hide her face and slipping on the shades. She was smiling to herself as she stepped down onto the pier ready to enjoy her day.
She was so ready that when a group of excited teenagers pushed past her, Amber giggled right along with them, instead of cursing them for not being more careful. She’d even continued with her good mood when another push came from behind her. Only this time the comment that followed wiped that smile quickly from her face.
“Move it fat ass!” the man snapped.
This time Amber stopped. She pulled off her glasses and looked up at the guy saying, “You move it asshole,” before shoving him right back.
When the man, who was rail thin and had almost lost his footing with Amber’s push, turned back to her, his face had turned ruby red and his fists were balled at his sides. He headed towards her, ready to do what she wasn’t totally sure, when a strong hand grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back immediately.
She looked at the person who’d grabbed the man and felt her heart flutter once again, at the sight of Brandon Donovan.
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Brandon was not in the best of moods. In fact, that was the main reason he’d decided to leave the ship and walk around outside for a while. He needed to clear his head after the email message he’d received this morning.
Dane wants to meet with the Seniors and take a DNA test. He wants to know who his father is. Want to get your thoughts on this since your father is directly involved.
The message was from Trent and had been sent to Brandon, Bailey, Brock, Brynne and Keysa. Brandon suspected Trent had already talked to his brothers about this issue. Out of the six Senior Donovan men, only their three fathers had been foolish enough to sleep with Roslyn Ausby. Albert was the worst because he claimed he couldn’t remember if he’d slept with her or not. Or at least that’s what he’d told Brandon when they’d both returned home to Houston from the wedding in Miami a few months ago. Brandon hadn’t planned on talking about the situation with his father that soon. He, Bailey and Brock had arranged a time for the three of them to discuss the situation first, but when he’d stopped by his father’s house to check on the property because he’d assumed his father was still in Miami, Brandon was shocked to see Al sitting in his study.
He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he sat in the old leather chair staring at the pictures on the wall. The biggest picture on the wall was a portrait of Darla Donovan on her wedding day. She was a beautiful woman with the same almond shaped hazel eyes as Bailey and straight black hair that always flanked her shoulders like a dark sheet.
“Did she know what happened?” Brandon asked after standing in the doorway for far too long. It was beyond strange to think about his father with any other woman besides his mother.
“I don’t know,” Albert answered eventually.
“Come on dad, that can’t be your answer for everything. Did my mother know that you’d slept with your brother’s ex? It’s a simple question,” Brandon stated.
Albert had turned quickly in the chair to glare at his son. “Nothing about this is simple, Brandon. Not a damned thing!”
“Then explain it to me,” Brandon continued, not willing to back down. “Explain to me how this could
Which was where she was planning to stay today. In the background of all the other tourists heading off the ship to see the gorgeous island. Fiona wanted a purse and her mother’s birthday was in two weeks so Amber planned to get her something special from each port of call the ship made, for her gift. It was with these thoughts in mind that Amber followed the line of people disembarking. From her bag she retrieved her hat and her sunglasses, pulling the floppy brim down to partially hide her face and slipping on the shades. She was smiling to herself as she stepped down onto the pier ready to enjoy her day.
She was so ready that when a group of excited teenagers pushed past her, Amber giggled right along with them, instead of cursing them for not being more careful. She’d even continued with her good mood when another push came from behind her. Only this time the comment that followed wiped that smile quickly from her face.
“Move it fat ass!” the man snapped.
This time Amber stopped. She pulled off her glasses and looked up at the guy saying, “You move it asshole,” before shoving him right back.
When the man, who was rail thin and had almost lost his footing with Amber’s push, turned back to her, his face had turned ruby red and his fists were balled at his sides. He headed towards her, ready to do what she wasn’t totally sure, when a strong hand grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back immediately.
She looked at the person who’d grabbed the man and felt her heart flutter once again, at the sight of Brandon Donovan.
#
Brandon was not in the best of moods. In fact, that was the main reason he’d decided to leave the ship and walk around outside for a while. He needed to clear his head after the email message he’d received this morning.
Dane wants to meet with the Seniors and take a DNA test. He wants to know who his father is. Want to get your thoughts on this since your father is directly involved.
The message was from Trent and had been sent to Brandon, Bailey, Brock, Brynne and Keysa. Brandon suspected Trent had already talked to his brothers about this issue. Out of the six Senior Donovan men, only their three fathers had been foolish enough to sleep with Roslyn Ausby. Albert was the worst because he claimed he couldn’t remember if he’d slept with her or not. Or at least that’s what he’d told Brandon when they’d both returned home to Houston from the wedding in Miami a few months ago. Brandon hadn’t planned on talking about the situation with his father that soon. He, Bailey and Brock had arranged a time for the three of them to discuss the situation first, but when he’d stopped by his father’s house to check on the property because he’d assumed his father was still in Miami, Brandon was shocked to see Al sitting in his study.
He held a glass of whiskey in his hand as he sat in the old leather chair staring at the pictures on the wall. The biggest picture on the wall was a portrait of Darla Donovan on her wedding day. She was a beautiful woman with the same almond shaped hazel eyes as Bailey and straight black hair that always flanked her shoulders like a dark sheet.
“Did she know what happened?” Brandon asked after standing in the doorway for far too long. It was beyond strange to think about his father with any other woman besides his mother.
“I don’t know,” Albert answered eventually.
“Come on dad, that can’t be your answer for everything. Did my mother know that you’d slept with your brother’s ex? It’s a simple question,” Brandon stated.
Albert had turned quickly in the chair to glare at his son. “Nothing about this is simple, Brandon. Not a damned thing!”
“Then explain it to me,” Brandon continued, not willing to back down. “Explain to me how this could
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