He’s a grumpy billionaire, calls me Miss Loblolly, and says my efforts to save the local theater are a waste of time. Mr. City Slicker is visiting our small town and I run into him everywhere. I try to ignore his words and even more the fact that he looks good enough to eat. But the more we bump into each other and the more we bicker, the hungrier I get… I can’t believe I keep stewing over him and our arguments and yet I do. He calls a truce and puts his arm around me only to say something obnoxious the next second. But the heat of our arguments leads to heated make-out sessions. And as a nurse, I should know that heated make-out sessions can lead to…a positive pregnancy test. He says he could never be the small town husband of my dreams. He says he could never be a good role model for our baby. But I’ve seen the sweetness behind the grouchy exterior. I know the man that’s hiding behind the expensive suit. Will he give our little family a chance? This series was previously titled “Small Town Billionaires”.

My new neighbor is a scorching hot billionaire. It’s really too bad that I’ve sworn men off for good. I just moved to this small town to open a bakery, only for him to walk in the door. It’s hard to keep my eyes off him and his fabulous body, but I can’t be involved with guys. I have a little girl to take care of and my business to get off the ground. Men are strictly forbidden. But he insists on becoming friends with me. And everytime he comes around to mow my lawn, or entertain my daughter, or fix the sink…I’m finding it harder to remember that I’m not interested in him. Instead, my eyes are glued to those delicious forearms, to those popping veins. I can’t afford to drool over him. I’ve been hurt before. He says he would never hurt me, but I’m not so sure. He says that he’ll un-break my heart, but it’s too damaged. He says that he’ll do what it takes to be a good dad for our unborn baby. Can I let go of the past and give myself to the billionaire? Note: This series was previously titled “Small Town Billionaires”