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  Table of Contents

  Baby Fever, A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

  Keeping Daddy’s Secret

  Stepbrother Undone

  The Big Cowboy’s Secret

  Falling for a Lycan

  A Lone Cowboy to Marry

  My Stepbrother's Rapture

  Baby Fever,

  A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance

  By: Brooke Valentine

  Baby Fever

  © December 2017 – All rights reserved

  By Brooke Valentine,

  Published by Passionate Publishing Inc.

  This is a work of fiction. All names and characters in this novel are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

  This book is for your personal enjoyment only. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission from the publisher.

  Warning

  This book is intended for adult readers, 18+ years old. Please close this e-book if you are not comfortable reading adult content.

  Chapter One

  “And one…two…three…and hold!”

  The music pumped out loudly as the room of mostly women, and a handful of men, held their stretches, bent over, bottoms up in the air. They were all at various stages of development and abilities, but Ashleigh was proud of every one of them.

  “And release…nice and slow…and stand…”

  She ran her fingers through her short –and now pretty wet– black hair and grinned at the room, bouncing up and down on her toes and shaking out her limbs.

  Everyone copied her, their red hot, sweaty faces looking relieved to bring the session to a close.

  “You’ve done great, guys!” She laughed buoyantly and ran over to switch off the music, still full of energy despite the intense one-hour work out. Most of the others in the room were all puffed out and ready to drop, but not Ashleigh.

  “I’ll see you all next week!” she called out as her clients began to disperse, a general hum of chit-chat filling the air as they talked about the session, or their plans for the weekend. Her Friday evening sessions were always her favorite. Everyone was in such a good mood and pumped to have a couple of days off work. It was different for Ashleigh though. Being a personal trainer, she often found herself working weekends too, but she didn’t mind. She enjoyed what she did, and operating on a self-employed basis allowed her flexible hours.

  Draping a towel around her neck and taking a swig from her water, Ashleigh headed out the room after the last of her clients, wandering down the corridors of the gym where she worked towards the front desk in the reception area. She needed to clock out and let them know the session was over, and also check when she was next booked in. Tuesday was her next regular session, but she was pretty sure she had a private one booked before that.

  “Hey, Trina,” she smiled at the girl on reception as she arrived.

  Katrina, or Trina, as everyone called her, had quickly become one of Ashleigh’s closest friends since she’d started working at the gym a year and a half ago.

  “Hey, Ash,” Trina grinned back, looking relieved to get a bit of a break from the monotony. Working the reception desk was a pretty boring job, all in all. “How’d it go today?”

  “Yeah, great.”

  “You look a little sweaty.”

  Ashleigh laughed and wiped her forehead with the towel. “Yeah, I’m in severe need of a shower, but just wanted to check about next week.”

  “Uh yeah… one sec…”

  Trina tapped on the keyboard and pulled up Ashleigh’s schedule, while Ash glanced around the reception area and looked up at the TV, catching a glimpse of the latest news headlines. Nothing good, as per usual.

  “Tuesday, you’re in for your spin class…”

  Ashleigh nodded, as Trina continued.

  “Oh wait, and it says here you’ve got a one-to-one with Bryony on Monday morning at 10. That sound right?”

  “Yeah, that was it. Honestly, I couldn’t remember, my mind’s like a sieve these days.”

  “Yeah? Good job I’m here then,” Trina smiled and clicked off the screen. “You got a lot on your mind?”

  “Kinda,” Ashleigh shrugged and took a swig from her water. “I’ll fill you in after my shower; I feel skanky.” In truth, she probably could have told her what was up right then and there, but she had just lost her nerve – again.

  Trina laughed and reluctantly turned her eyes back to her work, not suspecting a thing. “Alright, see you in a bit then.”

  Ashleigh strode off back down the corridor and took a left, disappearing into the changing rooms. She opened up her locker, took out her bag, and found herself a spare shower, letting the hot water wash away all the hard work and any nagging thoughts she had regarding the conversation she was about to have with Trina. She knew her friend wouldn’t take too well to her news, but she hoped she’d be supportive nonetheless.

  She didn’t bother drying off her hair, just patting it with a towel then slicking it back. Having short hair was a real bonus – it dried off so quickly on its own. Next, she got changed into some fresh clothes and stuffed the old sweaty ones in her bag, swinging it over her shoulder. She checked her appearance once in the mirror. She still looked hot, but at least she was hot and clean now, rather than hot and sweaty. Her cheeks were all rosy and fresh; healthy. She grinned at herself, flashing a set of sparkling white teeth, then left the changing rooms and strolled through to the reception at a more leisurely pace, feeling chilled and relaxed after her shower, and in a better frame of mind to be able to talk to Trina.

  “Hey.” She leaned her elbows up on the desk and Trina immediately swung her chair around to face her, crossing her arms over her chest.

  “So…what have you got to tell me? Have you got a boyfriend or something?” She gave a little squeal of anticipated delight. She was always asking Ash whether she’d managed to land herself a boyfriend yet, and the answer was always the same. A resounding no. And she wasn’t interested in that type of thing. Not at the moment. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. She certainly didn’t want to rush into a relationship after the last handful of disasters. She’d been hurt in the past, and she wasn’t about to walk down that road again anytime soon.

  “Noooo, it’s nothing like that,” she laughed and rolled her eyes in response. “It’s not even…a definite thing yet but…I’ve been thinking about it a lot, which explains why my head’s a bit all over the place right now.”

  “Come on then, spit it out, what is it?”

  “Well, uh… I’ve applied to be a runner on a movie.”

  Trina’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Oh, no way!”

  “Yeah, I just like… I saw this advert, and I just thought, why not? I’ve always wanted to work in the movies and most people start off being runners so…it’s kinda the bottom rung on the ladder type of thing,” she shrugged, trying to play it down. “You basically drive people around, go and get coffee and sandwiches, post mail, print off scripts, odd jobs, you know?”

  “Okay, but like, does that mean you’re gonna be quitting here permanently? How long’s this job last and where’s it filming?”

  Ashleigh bit her lip. She knew that question was bound to come, and it was the reason she’d been nervous sharing her news initially. “Well, it’d be out in LA and–”

  “Whaaaaat? You’re ditching us for Hollywood?” Trina laughed.

  Ash chuckled and shook her head. “Look, I probably won’t even get the job, it’s such a long shot. Imagine how many other people apply for this kind of thing, and I’m just…some personal
trainer. There’ll be people much more qualified than me.”

  Trina frowned and pulled a face. “Psssh, don’t think like that. You’re awesome. Why wouldn’t they want you?”

  Ashleigh smiled and bit her bottom lip softly. “Thanks. And…well, I guess I would be leaving here but…not permanently. The shoot would only be a few months and then I’d be back.”

  “Nah, then you’d be snapped up by Hollywood and enlisted in some other movie, then another, then another. I mean, that’s the whole idea, right? You’re doing this because you want to break into the film industry? Not just do one movie then return home to your ordinary job with us boring lot.” Trina grinned, her voice full of humor, and obviously not mad about this at all.

  “You think I should go for it?”

  “Of course you should, babe. I mean, yeah, I’ll be sad to see you go but…this is your dream! I remember you gushing about wanting to be in movies when we first met. You gotta follow your dreams, Ash. Come here.” And at that, she stood up and opened up her arms to give Ashleigh a hug over the desk.

  It was true. As much as she loved being a personal trainer, her heart had always been in the movies, ever since she was a kid. It was her passion, and her dream.

  Ashleigh grinned and happily leaned into it. “Aww, thank you. That’s really sweet of you, Treens…but y’know…like I said, it’s a long shot anyway.”

  “Try and think positive, yeah?” Trina murmured near her ear, then gave her a squeeze and pulled back from the embrace. “And in the meantime, I’ll see you on Monday.”

  “Yeah, see you on Monday,” Ashleigh gave Trina a final little wave as she headed to the electronic double doors and the exit, to her car waiting outside.

  The cool evening air was refreshing and welcome, and the encouragement from her friend filled her heart the whole ride home.

  ‘Think positive.’ Well, she would certainly try.

  Chapter Two

  Thinking positive was hard, especially when she was checking her e-mails every single day to see whether she’d received any kind of response from the film company. And her mailbox, and her voicemail. She was trying her best not to get her hopes up, and also not to give up completely, but with each passing day she was walking a fine balance between the two and it seemed her mind was starting to lean more towards the negative. After all, what possible reason could they have to employ her out of everyone else who had applied?

  In the meantime, she got on with her everyday life as a trainer, going to the gym three times a week for her regular sessions, and sometimes a little extra for her one-to-ones, which were more irregular and sporadic, based on when her clients were available.

  In between working, she often had time to pursue her other hobbies, which was one of the things she appreciated the most about her schedule and the freedoms it allowed her. She volunteered at an animal shelter once per week, helping out with the stray and abandoned dogs and cats. She’d always wanted a pet of her own, but the small apartment she lived in didn’t allow them. This was her way of being able to interact with animals without actually owning them, and it always made her happy to see a dog or cat she had cared for get re-homed with good, kind owners.

  She also loved singing, and that was another of her weekly activities. There was an open mic night down at one of the local bars on a Wednesday evening, and Ashleigh could nearly always be found there, wearing a pretty dress with her hair and makeup done nice – looking totally different to her usual sporty appearance at work. She loved to dress up and feel attractive when she went out. Sometimes she’d even curl her hair or style it differently. That was part of the fun for her: dressing up, feeling like someone else for the night. It was like acting. And when she had those clothes on, and that makeup, and that hair, she could be anything or anyone she wanted to be, and it gave her the confidence to get up on stage and sing, because she was pretending. She would close her eyes and imagine she was Marilyn Monroe or Grace Kelly, all her heroes from the old movies who had such beautiful, pretty voices.

  And Ashleigh had one too.

  She knew she did. She’d been told that her whole life, and when she was younger, she always got the best parts in musicals at school. It was just her confidence that was the problem sometimes.

  The people she knew and talked to at the open mic night were a completely different set of friends to the ones she knew from work and the animal shelter. It was like she led three separate lives, and the three of them rarely met or clashed, which was a relief to her. Her ‘musician friends’ were, of course, encouraging of her ambition in film, and one of them had even suggested she submit an MP3 of her singing along with her application to be a runner; that she should be open and honest with the film company and let them know she was ambitious and keen to go further in the industry and break into acting. Although she was nervous of that idea at first, she was eventually talked into it and she did it. Now though, she was beginning to wonder if that was the reason they hadn’t got back to her. Maybe they thought she was too arrogant and big-headed, or maybe they hated her singing. Was she even that good? Negative thoughts plagued her mind more often than the positive ones, and it was getting harder to concentrate on her work at the gym.

  Trina must’ve noticed the change in her, and chatted her up about it one lunchtime after her spinning class, when the two of them were both on a break at the same time and getting a sandwich together from the gym canteen.

  “You shouldn’t beat yourself up over this whole thing, y’know?” she said gently as they sat down and began to eat.

  It had been over three weeks since Ashleigh first applied, so at this point, they had both pretty much accepted that she hadn’t been chosen for the position.

  “There’ll be loads more opportunities like this,” continued Trina encouragingly. “Think about it. Movies are being shot all the time, which means they probably need runners all the time too. You should look out for adverts more often, maybe join a few websites that send you job alerts for that type of thing, or join an agency that can find work like that for you. There’s all kinds of proactive things you could be doing to increase your chances of breaking into that industry. Maybe you’ve just never considered them before because you thought this was all a pipedream, but now you’ve actually put yourself out there and done it, maybe you won’t hold yourself back anymore.”

  Ashleigh thought about what her friend was saying. Those were all really good points, and deep down she knew she was right. Maybe this was just the start.

  “I guess so…”

  “I know so,” Trina smiled and nudged her gently. “Don’t give up yet. This is only the first hurdle. You’re not a quitter, are you?”

  “No…”

  “Exactly. I’ve seen how hard you push your clients in their workouts, so maybe you should start pushing yourself a little more too. Mentally, I mean, not physically. You’re fit enough.” She laughed, and Ashleigh joined in, feeling much more relaxed about the whole issue, and amazed at Trina’s ability to make her feel good about herself just by saying the smallest things.

  She went home that afternoon in a better mood and had put thoughts of Hollywood out of her mind. She didn’t even bother checking her e-mails. She just made herself a coffee and curled up on the couch to watch one of her favorite, old time movies. She loved the classics. There was just something about that era that was so…romantic. Especially in black and white.

  It wasn’t until later on in the evening when she was feeling peckish and got up from her position in front of the TV to make herself something to eat did she decide to check her messages.

  Her heart nearly leapt through the ceiling.

  She’d received a message from a film company.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” Ashleigh muttered to herself out loud, pacing up and down her small kitchen and just staring at the unopened e-mail, hardly daring to open it.

  It was probably just a rejection letter, she told herself. Just a polite ‘no,’ ‘not this time,’ ‘be
tter luck next time,’ something along those lines.

  Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get your hopes up.

  She clicked the e-mail.

  And her heart skipped a couple more beats, her stomach churning over and twisting into knots, her palms already lined with the cold sweat of excitement.

  Her eyes quickly scanned through the content of the message, widening in surprise and disbelief, then further excitement.

  Dear Miss Thomas,

  Thank you very much for your application. We have studied your resume –and the attached MP3!– and think you would be a perfect candidate to come on board our fun, quirky, and hardworking team here at Romero Films. We welcome fresh talent from all walks of life, and your unique application definitely stood out.

  Our apologies for the delay in getting back to you, but we did have a number of applications to sort through, and things have been busy with pre-production. If you’re still interested in the position, please get back to us ASAP.

  Filming for Dangerous Existence starts this Friday at 9am at Sandylane Studios in Hollywood, LA.

  Further details, including address and contact information will be sent to you upon your confirmation of taking on the role.

  Kind regards,

  Sally Hunter

  3rd Assistant Director

  Having read through the entire e-mail several times, Ashleigh could still hardly believe this was happening. She put her phone down, then did a little victory dance through the kitchen, literally jumping up and down and screeching with happiness.

  Of course, she replied to the e-mail almost immediately, letting them know she was most definitely still interested.

  The first thing she did after that was call Trina to let her know what had happened.

  Despite knowing this meant she would be quitting the gym –at the very least for the next few months– her friend was over the moon for her. She’d seen how much Ashleigh wanted this, and how not hearing from the studio had affected her over recent weeks.