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  You And Me

  Brother From Money 10

  A sexy billionaire marriage romance by Shanade White of BWWM Club. Features another free bonus book.

  After her daughter passes away from a genetic disease, Faith quits medicine, devastated and determined to find out the cause of the tragedy.

  Some time later, when she gets offered a job as a doctor for Coldwater Canyon, she jumps at the chance to get out of L.A.

  There are simply too many painful memories there.

  When she arrives, she meets notorious playboy Carter.

  Despite him taking a liking to her, Faith pushes him away because of his reputation.

  But he persists, and soon she gets to realize there’s more to him.

  Soon real feeling are growing between the two, and Faith starts to rediscover a life outside of her research.

  That is, until Carter ups and leaves without much warning.

  With this sudden upheaval and the news that all her research might have been for nothing, will Faith be able to keep things together?

  And will the man she’s grown so fond of be there when she really needs him?

  Find out in this touching yet super hot romance by Shanade White of BWWM Club.

  Suitable for over 18s only due to sex scenes so thrilling, you’ll need a doctor on standby.

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  Contents

  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 Book – Waves Of Passion

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

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  Chapter 1

  Carter looked in the rearview mirror as Coldwater Canyon faded in the distance sure that he’d made the right choice in leaving. Although he’d miss his family, especially his new niece, Chloe, it was time for him to get back to his real life. Chloe who was supposed to have been born the day before Christmas but hadn’t wanted to wait, so he’d made a hurried trip up the canyon three weeks ago, arriving just in time to deliver her. Once he’d been forced to take responsibility for her mother’s care when she’d so recklessly gone into the Amazon to save his brother, he’d had no choice but to see the pregnancy through.

  But even with the risks Brooke had taken, Chloe was happy and healthy and growing like a weed. He’d stayed after she was born, unable to tear himself away from the precious bundle he’d helped bring into the world. His mother had talked him into staying for Christmas, which had been fun at first, the entire Terrell clan showed up providing endless hours of entertainment. Eventually, all the family fun had gotten to him and he’d started thinking about going home to L.A. Coldwater Canyon was a fun place to visit, but he couldn’t see himself living there.

  Marissa had been trying for months to convince him to move up to the canyon and take over the medical clinic she was building for the residents, but he just couldn’t see himself living up there alone. He’d always had a busy social life; from the time he left home for college at only sixteen, life had found a way of entertaining him. But he just couldn’t see much entertainment to be found in the canyon. There certainly weren’t any clubs, concerts, or other forms of entertainment within miles. And most importantly there weren’t any single women.

  He’d long ago admitted to himself and everyone else that he loved women. No matter their shape or size, women fascinated him. The thought of living up in the mountains far from the possibility of the companionship he was accustomed to had made the decision not to take the position an easy one. Besides, the personal sacrifice wasn’t the only reason he’d turned down the offer. His lucrative plastic surgery clinic in L.A. gave him the freedom he craved as well as an income he used to fund his charity.

  When he’d opened the clinic four years ago, it had only been him, but as his reputation had spread, he’d been able to pick and choose his clients as well as his staff. It hadn’t been long, however, before he’d grown bored with the celebrities and shallow men and woman who became his patients. His mother had achieved her goal of raising sons who understood the need to be useful and making already beautiful people more beautiful quickly lost its appeal. So, he’d created a charity that helped both adults and children who needed reconstructive surgery for any reason, from birth defects to burns, funded by the proceeds from his practice. It had grown over the years to the point where people from all over the world had been helped.

  Now he had some of the best surgeons working both for the clinic in L.A. and for the charity, picking and choosing where he spent his time. Usually, he’d spend a few months in L.A., then travel around the country for a few months until he got homesick for his life in L.A. Although the work at the clinic wasn’t as rewarding as the charity work, he loved being in L.A. where there was always something to do and a beautiful woman to do it with. He kept his relationships with women simple, never sleeping with them unless he knew that there would be something more than just one night; another lesson his mother had drilled into his head.

  It had probably been one of the most embarrassing lectures of his life, given in his mother’s typical fashion. She’d ambushed him in the car, a trick she’d perfected with his oldest brother Cooper. He’d been sixteen but starting college in the fall thanks to a keen intelligence and a photographic memory. As uncomfortable as the conversation was, he’d actually listened to his mother, knowing even then that his mother’s advice was worth listening to.

  “Carter, you’re going to be faced with a lot of choices that most men your age don’t have to deal with until they’re much older,” she’d said, checking to make sure he was listening. “The girls are going to be throwing themselves at you. Not only do you have a sizable fortune behind your name, you’re good looking. I’m not naïve enough to think that you’re not going to have sex with some of them, but you need to use your brain before you use any other body part.”

  Carter had stared at his mother, thinking that she’d lost her mind, then managed a strangled, “Mom!”

  “Just listen. Some of them will be happy with just the sex, but others will think that it signifies a relationship, and I don’t have to remind you that your money is an added attraction to many women.”

  His mother had been harping on the last warning most of his life, so it was like hearing an old song, but he’d never really thought about sex in terms of feelings. At that point, it had still been a bit of a mystery to him. But a few months at college made him thankful that his mother had made him listen to her that day in the car. It had allowed him to not only avoid several tricky situations, but a broken heart as well. Not that he hadn’t taken advantage of the freedom of college and the woman who seemed to follow him around, but he’d been careful, a habit he’d continued through the rest of his life.

  So, while he had a reputation with the women, it wasn’t a bad one. He was known to be a fun date, who was more than happy to spend money with no guarantee of anything but an enjoyable evening in return. His intentions were always very clear from the beginning, and if a woman wanted more, he was careful to establish that there wouldn’t be more than a little fun. Those were the women he never slept with, knowing that there would be bad feelings afterward.

  Since he never lacked for company, he considered finding a date for New Year’s Eve but decided that it might be fun to go alone this year and see what popped up. He seldom went anywhere alone anymore and it might be fun for a change. He had a couple of days before then and he could always change his mind, but for now going alone appealed to him, maybe he’d meet someone new.

  Faith sat at her desk looking at the proposal in front of her, she’d long ago given up getting any work done since it was all she could think about. The proposal had been sitting on her desk for a few weeks, but she hadn’t been able to face what it contained, both her greatest fear and her biggest dream. It had taken her days to get past the fact that to get what she’d always wanted, she’d have to do something she’d sworn she’d never do again. Just thinking about it made her feel that uncomfortable stab of grief that always seemed to simmer just at the back of her consciousness; although nothing like it had been in the beginning, the grief was still her constant companion.

  It was also her biggest motivation, what drove her to work
twelve hours a day looking for that one little piece of a gene that had nearly destroyed her. If not for an abnormality in that one little sequence, her life would be much different now. She’d be a successful pediatrician with a child of her own, living the life she’d always dreamed of. But that was not how it was to be. Instead, she’d dedicated the last four years of her life to finding and isolating that sequence of DNA in the hopes that a cure could be found, her ultimate goal that no other mother would have to go through what she had.

  She’d promised herself that she’d make a decision on New Year’s Eve, then pushed the proposal over to the corner of her desk, picking it up only when she couldn’t resist to reread what she knew was hidden in the pages. Besides the proposal for a research grant, there was the counterproposal she was avoiding, personally delivered to her by Marissa Terrell herself. She’d been shocked to see her standing in the doorway of her office that day, then speechless when Marissa had explained what she wanted.

  “I need a doctor in Coldwater Canyon and I think you’d be perfect. I know you’ve been doing research since you finished your residency, but from everything I’ve learned, you have the potential to be a great doctor. I don’t know why you chose not to go into private practice, but I’d like you to think about practicing in the canyon.” Marissa had gotten right to the point.

  Faith had stared at her for a few minutes, her heart racing at the thought of practicing medicine again, but Marissa had continued unaware of her discomfort. “I’m prepared to build you a research facility in exchange for your services as a doctor. It should be fairly simple most of the time, well care visits, mild illnesses and injuries, that sort of thing, and I’ve allocated a salary for a nurse so you won’t be on your own.”

  “You want to build a research facility?” Faith asked, not quite able to wrap her mind around what was happening.

  “Well, it wasn’t my intent originally, but when I looked at your proposal for the grant, it occurred to me that it might be a way to get a good doctor into Coldwater Canyon,” she explained.

  “I’ve never heard of this place you keep talking about,” Faith said, still confused.

  Marissa pulled a stack of papers out of her bag and handed them to Faith. “Everything is explained in here. But basically we’re in the business of eco-tourism. We’re restoring a large part of the Sierra Nevada to the way they were in the 1930s. We’ve been registered as a non-profit for two years now, our main goal is preservation.”

  Faith flipped through the first few pages of the document, then remembered that she’d heard a bit about Coldwater Canyon from a friend of hers who liked to hunt for treasure. “I have heard of this place, but not what you’re talking about. Wasn’t there a treasure or something up there?”

  Marissa laughed. “Yes, I’m afraid we’re better known for the Indian burial ground and bandit’s treasure than the work we’re doing with the land. But it’s a worthy thing we’re doing and I’d love to have you join us.”

  “I don’t know what to say. Can I have some time to think about it?” Faith asked, intrigued but overwhelmed by what she’d have to do to get what she’d always dreamed of. She’d sworn long ago that she’d never practice medicine again, but the lure of a fully equipped lab that was only hers was a huge temptation.

  “Naturally, I want you to take some time and think about my offer. The canyon is wonderful in the summer, but it can be difficult in the winter, so take your time. I want you to be one hundred percent sure that this is the right situation for you. If you’d like to come up and see the canyon, just let me know, we can arrange a tour,” Marissa said, gathering her things to leave.

  “It’s a lot to think about,” Faith had said, still a bit numb from the shock of what had just fallen in her lap if she was willing to face one of her biggest demons.

  “I understand,” Marissa had said, on her way to the door. “Here’s my contact information, come up and visit, I think it will help you understand what I have in mind.”

  Faith had ignored the proposal for a few days, then picked it up and read it, her heart beating in her chest as she considered the possibilities of what she could achieve with the best equipment and limited distractions. She’d have no one looking over her shoulder to see what she’d achieved, a normal result of using other people’s money to fund her research. Unable to resist, she called Marissa and arranged for a visit to the canyon, telling herself that she needed to examine the situation from all sides when in reality she was looking for some reason to turn down the offer without feeling guilty.

  The trip to Coldwater Canyon, instead of making her more inclined to turn down the offer, made her want to say yes even more. Although the medical clinic wouldn’t be finished until the spring, the plans Marissa showed her were well thought out and it was clear that no expense would be spared to obtain the best equipment. Oddly enough, instead of feeling isolated so far into the mountains, she discovered a small thriving community including a town that had once been abandoned.

  Cedar Ridge had once been the center of the farming community in the canyon but had been abandoned in the 1930s. It had survived years of abandonment thanks to the last residents of the canyon, who had preserved it in its original form into the late 1980s. As one of the main attractions of the canyon, it had been further restored and cleverly modernized, including internet access and solar power. The school they’d built was as impressive as the medical clinic would be and Faith couldn’t help but be charmed by the people she met.

  But her biggest challenge in refusing the offer came when Marissa showed her the plans for the research lab, including the best equipment money could buy and a generous fund for her to hire as many research assistants as she wanted. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Marissa added to the temptation with the adorable house she’d be living in and the promise to obtain anything else she thought she might need. She left the canyon the next day, knowing that this was an opportunity she couldn’t pass up but not sure if she was strong enough to walk into the clinic and put patients’ lives in her hands.

  After a day spent planning the next few months of his life, Carter went home and got ready for the New Year’s celebration at the club. He’d decided to go alone, had in fact turned down several invitations from women when word got out that he was home, shocking his friends. It was impossible to explain his choice even to himself, but he had to admit that the events of the last six months had changed him in ways he was just beginning to understand. As difficult as it was to admit to himself, he was feeling strangely vulnerable, a feeling he rarely had.

  He’d hired a car for the night and when it dropped him off in front of the club, he stood on the sidewalk for a second, taking deep breaths of the ocean air. One of the reasons he loved this club was its location on the beach. He’d always loved the ocean and walking on the beach, a California boy at heart. Growing up, he’d spent endless hours on the beach, swimming, surfing, and chasing girls. Now it was his favorite place to take a date when he wanted a romantic setting, and the beach by the club was one of the best on the coast, with soft sand and lots of places for privacy.

  Walking into the club, he sighed with satisfaction when the flashing lights and loud music assaulted his senses. As a private member, he had his own table but decided to hit the bar before he sat down, the idea of sitting at the table all alone not all that appealing now that he’d arrived. Of course it wasn’t long before he had a group of friends crowding around the table, the night off to a great start. But as the night wore on and he’d been forced to fend off one woman after another, he began to tire of the games and the shallow talk of his friends.

  Carter had never seen the fun in getting drunk; in fact, he hated the feeling of losing control. It had happened a few times naturally, but he’d learned his lesson quickly after waking up in a strange bed with a woman he couldn’t even remember meeting. As he watched his friends getting progressively drunk as the night wore on, he began to become even more disillusioned by what he saw, trying to remember if this was how it had always been. When it hit him that this was a typical night on the town for him except that he didn’t have a date, all he wanted to do was go home.