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Christmas Baby: A Baby Under the Tree / A Baby For Christmas / Her Christmas Hero
Judy Duarte
Linda Warren
Joanna Sims
The perfect Christmas gift …Jillian Wilkes spent one night in the arms of gorgeous ex-cop Shane Hollister, then went her own way. But, when she discovers she is pregnant with Shane’s baby, what is she to do? This could be a Christmas to remember, but only if Shane wants her love too…Marine Captain Luke Brand has come home to make amends with his identical twin brother’s widow, Sophia. They’ve never got along, but she’s pregnant with his nephew – and Luke’s desperate to be in his life. Still, Luke has one Christmas wish he can’t reveal – He’s in love with Sophia!Who would take a baby away from his mother at Christmas? Quentin Ross knows there is something wrong with the custody case that’s just dropped in his lap. When he meets Britt Davis, Quentin realises he will do anything to keep her family together for christmas.
A Baby Under the Tree Judy Duarte
A Baby For Christmas Joanna Sims
Her Christmas Hero Linda Warren
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Table of Contents
Cover (#udbf75a4e-c304-5b39-85aa-41cb7de4f54b)
Title Page (#uebfd2f3f-d555-543a-bd08-dfddd3b43f8e)
A Baby Under the Tree (#u16f934bd-7a76-52ed-85c4-0ada02a7428d)
About the Author (#u466c891f-417a-53b5-9d2e-a613c8374f38)
Dedication (#ub887a25c-40ef-591a-a150-fd072f1d0afa)
Chapter One (#ud44a370a-c224-58d7-87f5-906bab83c644)
Chapter Two (#u6646a8ad-3f34-536b-91b9-aad73213e0a7)
Chapter Three (#ubc2f00c9-a177-5cc7-909e-0d6ba1907de4)
Chapter Four (#u097781c2-827b-50d7-8ac7-2f00bc183dc5)
Chapter Five (#u514a3d02-41d2-5c8d-84a3-d3a7b25e6c7d)
Chapter Six (#u95719b8c-c7b6-5f31-b240-1734be9b94fc)
Chapter Seven (#ud2bbb35a-5e66-5fd6-bb68-a5ac732459d6)
Chapter Eight (#udd9f2a8d-513f-5b9e-9f6d-eaf25da5e35c)
Chapter Nine (#u9e06251e-2bf1-5225-a60c-e419692892ad)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
A Baby For Christmas (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Her Christmas Hero (#litres_trial_promo)
About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)
Dedication (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Two (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Three (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
A Baby Under the Tree (#ulink_f61cf88c-09c8-5c3d-a8a4-49a9ae02cb71)
JUDY DUARTE always knew there was a book inside her, but since English was her least favourite subject in school, she never considered herself a writer. An avid reader who enjoys a happy ending, Judy couldn’t shake the dream of creating a book of her own.
Her dream became a reality in 2002, when Mills & Boon released her first book, Cowboy Courage. Since then she has published more than twenty novels. Her stories have touched the hearts of readers around the world. And in July of 2005 Judy won a prestigious Readers’ Choice Award for The Rich Man’s Son.
Judy makes her home near the beach in Southern California. When she’s not cooped up in her writing cave, she’s spending time with her somewhat enormous but delightfully close family.
To Susan Litman.
If they had an editor of the year award, you’d get my nomination, my vote and my wholehearted applause.
Chapter One (#ulink_0158f25c-b441-5a7b-aebb-6df0aa66e986)
As Jillian Wilkes entered El Jardin, an upscale bar in downtown Houston, she couldn’t decide whether this was the most therapeutic move she’d ever made—or the craziest.
After all, how many thirty-year-old women celebrated the day their divorce was final when they’d gone from princess to pauper in a matter of months?
Not many, she supposed, unless they, too, had been humiliated by their wealthy husband’s serial infidelity.
Eight years ago, marrying Thomas Wilkes had been a fairy-tale dream come true, but the split, which had created quite a stir in the highest social circles, had been a nightmare.
Now that the worst was behind her, she planned to treat herself to one last bit of fine dining and some much-needed pampering at a good spa before retreating to the real world in which she’d been born and raised.
So after leaving her lawyer’s office, she’d checked in for the weekend at a nice but affordable hotel, then took a short walk to one of the newest and classiest bars in town. There she intended to raise a glass to salute her new life. No more grieving the past for her. Instead, she would embrace whatever changes the future would bring.
Now, as Jillian scanned the interior, with its white plaster walls adorned with lush, colorful hanging plants and an old-world-style fountain in the center of the room, she was glad she’d come.
She spotted an empty table at the back of the room, near a stone fireplace that had a gas flame roasting artificial logs. After crossing the Spanish-tiled floor, she pulled out a chair, took a seat and placed her black Coach purse at her feet.
For a moment, she considered her decision to make a good-riddance toast to Thomas Wilkes. Another woman might have just gone home to lick her wounds, but Jillian couldn’t do that. Thanks to an ironclad prenuptial agreement—and the fact that all of the properties in which they’d ever lived during their marriage had been owned by the Wilkes family trust—Jillian didn’t have a home to go to. But she’d remedy that on Monday, when she would find a modest, one-bedroom apartment near the university where she would start graduate school in the summer.
It was a good game plan, she decided, and one deserving a proper kickoff. She was a free woman. So out with the old, and in with the new.
As if on cue, a waiter stopped by the table and set a sterling silver bowl of mixed nuts in front of her. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Yes, I’d like a split of the best champagne you have.”
He nodded, then left to get her order. Minutes later, he returned with a crystal flute, a silver bucket of ice and a small bottle of Cristal.
The sound of the popping cork gave Jillian an unexpected lift.
“Shall I?” the waiter asked.
“Yes, please.”
When he’d poured the proper amount, Jillian lifted her flute, taking a moment to watch the bubbles rise to the surface. Then she tapped the crystal glass against the bottle, setting off an elegant sound that promised better days ahead.
As she leaned back in her chair and took a sip of champagne, she surveyed the rest of the happy-hour crowd.
A forty-something man sat to her right, drinking something that appeared to be Scotch. She surmised he was a businessman because of the gray suit he was wearing—or rather, make that had been wearing. The jacket, which he’d probably hung on the back of his chair, had slipped to the floor.
When he glanced up, his eyes red and glassy, his tie loosened to the point of being sloppy, she realized he’d had a few drinks too many.
As their gazes met, he smiled and lifted his glass. “Hey, there, pretty lady. How ’bout I buy you a drink?”
She looked away, letting her body language tell him that she wasn’t the least bit interested in having a barroom buddy.
Maybe coming here hadn’t been such a great idea, after all. She probably ought to pay her tab and head back to the hotel, where she could kick back, order room service and watch a pay-per-view movie.
That sounded a lot better than avoiding glances from an amorous drunk.
