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Doctor Millionaire: A Hopewell Millionaires Sweet Romance
by Elle Rush
Publication date: December 1st 2019
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
One $50,000,000 lottery ticket.
The only reason Dr. Doug Little returned to work in his dying hometown was to keep a promise. Two years and he’s gone. The only things getting him through his first couple months are his ten-year reunion and working with his old high-school crush.
Although Jackie Dunn loves her quiet world, her small-town life gets even harder when her part-time hospital job is in peril. If not for her friends’ encouragement, she’d head to the city for better opportunities for herself.
At the reunion, all the returning graduates chip in for a lottery ticket, but nobody expects to win the fifty-million-dollar jackpot. Doug’s share should be more than enough to buy his freedom, but the town doesn’t want to let their new doctor go. Jackie is the only thing that makes Hopewell bearable; the problem is the more time he spends with her, the more he forgets how much he wants to leave.
When he finally finds a way to escape, Doug realizes he’ll be doing it alone. Jackie doesn’t have much time to show him the life he accidentally created for himself in Hopewell is far better than anything his millions could buy him anywhere else.
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AUTHOR BIO: Elle Rush is a contemporary romance author from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. When she’s not travelling, she’s hard at work writing books which are set all over the world. From Hollywood to the house next door, her heroes will make you sigh, and her heroines will make you laugh out loud.
Elle has a degree in Spanish and French, barely passed German, and has flunked poetry in every language she ever studied, including English. She also has mild addictions to tea, yarn, bad sci-fi movies, and HGTV.
Doug moved so he was standing beside Cameron. The sunlight coming through the window highlighted the sweat on Andie’s forehead. “Are you feeling okay, Andie?” he asked.
“Umm.” It wasn’t a yes, but it was an acknowledgement. “Jason, can you read those again, but slower this time?” she asked.
“Andie, did you pick a ticket where we didn’t match one number? I hate those,” Tyler complained.
Doug did too, but he had a feeling that wasn’t the source of Andie’s distress.
She was still sweating. “Tyler, watch Andie,” Doug ordered.
Tyler sat up straight and held out a hand, ready to grasp Andie’s biceps in case she toppled over. It looked like a real possibility.
Jason rattled off a string of numbers again.
Andie swayed on the sofa cushion. Tyler’s grip kept her upright. “Jason, move,” Doug ordered. He and Tyler tilted Andie until she lay across the sofa. “Andie, I need you to slow your breathing. You’re hyperventilating.”
“We won,” she gasped. Her blonde bangs were plastered to her forehead.
“How many numbers did we match?” Jason asked.
“All of them,” she said breathlessly.
Doug swiped the ticket out of her hand. “Breathe. Slowly. In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.” His eyes went to the ticket; a tiny, blue dot under each number. “One more time, Jason?”
“Four. Eight. Twelve. Nineteen. Twenty-nine. Forty-seven. Forty-eight.” His voice cracked when he asked, “Did we really get them all?”
Doug wanted to hyperventilate himself. He nodded. Seven out of seven. That was a jackpot win, if it were true. “I think so. Maybe somebody should look on another site. Or run out to the gas station and see what they have posted in case Jason’s app is wrong.”
He expected yelling. Shouts. Happy, hysterical tears. Not dead silence.
Scarlett hit the carpeted floor with a thump. Her legs had gone out from under her. “Do you know what the prize is this week? Fifty million dollars. That’s, what, five million dollars each?”
“Four and change,” Freddy said. “There are twelve of us. Andie wrote all our names on the ticket when she bought it.”
He’d forgotten. Doug flipped the narrow sheet and saw the names printed on the reverse. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Who’s going to double-check the winning numbers?”
They checked the numbers again, this time on the lotto’s website using Evelyn’s laptop. Then Cameron and Freddy took a field trip to the gas station. Freddy live-streamed the drive, including a long, in-depth focus on the posted, winning numbers. Scarlett texted Noah, Kirby and Jonathan, ordering them to Evelyn’s immediately. She accepted no excuses.
Fifty-million dollars’ worth of winning numbers.
“Do you think it’s too much?” she asked.
“Is what too much? Dinner?”
“Dinner at one of the best restaurants in the province. Is it too much? I mean, I’d be happy with the Italian place in Brandon. This is an extra two hours away.” She was already in her fanciest outfit. Maybe she needed more. She still had time to cancel. Patricia would cover for her.
“First of all, stop being a drama queen. Fake it if you have to. Secondly, guys like to impress girls on their first date. Well, second date, but your first one was quite the disaster, so he should be making up for it. Be impressed. He’s going to some effort for you.”
Since her roommate never tolerated drama, Jackie took a breath. She must be right. This was Doug’s idea, so he must think she was worth it. “Drama done.”
“He’s starting the evening by taking you out for a decadent meal. Then what?”
“We’re going to an art show at some gallery in the Exchange District.”
Patricia choked on her chip and handed the bowl to Jackie as she recovered from her coughing fit. “I’m sorry. I thought you were going out with Doug Little?”
“What’s wrong with going to a gallery? I’ve never gone to one before. It sounds like it could be interesting.”
“I don’t think Doug’s been to one either. He was never the artistic type.”
“Maybe he developed an interest when him moved to the city. Or got involved in the arts scene through work.” Jackie thought it was interesting Doug had chosen such a surprising event for their second date. It made her more curious about what else she didn’t know about him.
“I’m sure it’ll be fun.” Patricia made a face as she said it.
“I doubt your sincerity.” But she didn’t have time to doubt it for long. She saw Doug’s car pull to the curb. “Don’t wait up.”
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