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Under The Mistletoe
Kristin Hardy
HE GAVE NEW MEANING TO THE TERM TURNDOWN SERVICEThe devastatingly handsome manager of the Hotel Mount Jefferson, Gabe Trask, was all too eager to offer a wide array of amenities to Hadley Stone when he thought she was just a holiday guest. But once he learned that she was really there as a representative of the cost-cutting management company that had just acquired his hotel, Hadley expected Gabe to really be on her case. And he was–just not in the way she'd imagined….For Gabe knew that despite all her down-to-business, cost-cutting talk, Hadley was a romantic at heart–one whom he was inexplicably finding hard to resist. And he could see in her eyes that the feeling was becoming mutual. Now all he had to do was convince her to check her business instincts at the door–and focus on the personal….
“You’re shivering. Do you want my jacket?”
When Hadley shook her head, Gabe shifted closer to her and tucked in the blanket more tightly. Even through the thick wool, his touch made her dizzy.
Gabe leaned closer to her. “It’s your call. Do we go on, or do we stop here?”
She needed to tell him to go back. But when he reached out to trace his fingertips up the line of her jaw and curl them around the nape of her neck, it was already far too late.
She was sinking slowly. There was every reason to avoid this, and she couldn’t make herself even try. She felt his breath before she ever felt a touch. When his mouth fused to hers it seemed inevitable. His lips were cool at first from the frozen night, and then she felt the heat. She could have held out against demand, but his touch was more an invitation.
And it made her want more.
Dear Reader,
If you’re eagerly anticipating holiday gifts we can start you off on the right foot, with six compelling reads by authors established and new. Consider it a somewhat early Christmas, Chanukah or Kwanzaa present!
The gifting begins with another in USA TODAY bestselling author Susan Mallery’s DESERT ROGUES series. In The Sheik and the Virgin Secretary a spurned assistant decides the only way to get over a soured romance is to start a new one-with her prince of a boss (literally). Crystal Green offers the last installment of MOST LIKELY TO… with Past Imperfect, in which we finally learn the identity of the secret benefactor—as well as Rachel James’s parentage. Could the two be linked? In Under the Mistletoe, Kristin Hardy’s next HOLIDAY HEARTS offering, a by-the-book numbers cruncher is determined to liquidate a grand New England hotel…until she meets the handsome hotel manager determined to restore it to its glory days—and capture her heart in the process! Don’t miss Her Special Charm, next up in Marie Ferrarella’s miniseries THE CAMEO. This time the finder of the necklace is a gruff New York police detective-surely he can’t be destined to find love with its Southern belle of an owner, can he? In Diary of a Domestic Goddess by Elizabeth Harbison, a woman who is close to losing her job, her dream house and her livelihood finds she might be able to keep all three—if she can get close to her hotshot new boss who’s annoyingly irresistible. And please welcome brand-new author Loralee Lillibridge—her debut book, Accidental Hero, features a bad boy come home, this time with scars, an apology-and a determination to win back the woman he left behind!
So celebrate! We wish all the best of everything this holiday season and in the New Year to come.
Happy reading,
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
Under the Mistletoe
Kristin Hardy
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Paul Ronty Jr. and Martha Wilson
of the Mount Washington Hotel
for their time and generosity
and
to Stephen—
this love will last
KRISTIN HARDY
has always wanted to write, starting her first novel while still in grade school. Although she became a laser engineer by training, she never gave up her dream of being an author. In 2002, her first completed manuscript, My Sexiest Mistake, debuted in Harlequin’s Blaze line; it was subsequently made into a movie by the Oxygen network. The author of nine books to date, Kristin lives in New Hampshire with her husband and collaborator.
Dear Reader,
I first got the idea for Under the Mistletoe a couple of years ago while taking my parents on a leaf-peeping trip through northern New Hampshire. I brought them to one of my favorite places, the Mount Washington Hotel, a hundred-year-old grand resort hotel in the White Mountains. One night, I was walking through the lobby past the walk-in granite fireplace and I had this flash of a couple in love, waltzing before the fireplace on Christmas Eve—and Under the Mistletoe was born.
I modeled the Hotel Mount Jefferson in Under the Mistletoe on the Mount Washington. You can see for yourself, if you’re lucky. Please see my Web site—www.kristinhardy.com—for details about an exciting contest I’m holding!
I’d love to hear what you think of Hadley and Gabe’s story, so please drop me a line at kristin@kristinhardy.com. And stop by my Web site for future contests, details on upcoming books, recipes and more.
Happy holidays.
Kristin Hardy
Contents
Prologue (#u53653dd2-4afd-5d0f-bb10-890964ffd92c)
Chapter One (#ued24cf0b-a46f-5504-8fd2-9cde76587d31)
Chapter Two (#ucb758a7b-df4c-5d7b-bc43-4ecfe3672e69)
Chapter Three (#uc34cf352-c8c7-5ad1-b1f3-ee1257005218)
Chapter Four (#u2a88a5a1-0268-51bd-924e-db8b9f34e61a)
Chapter Five (#uc0a4944d-6903-52c8-8259-4406f3c915fc)
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)
Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
Manhattan, August 2005
“Because I didn’t meet the Wall Street number?” Hadley Stone stared at her father incredulously.
Robert Stone looked back with the same mix of dispassionate censure he’d offered her most of her life. “The stock price of Stone Enterprises has dropped two dollars since the earnings release for Becheron Minerals. That division was the highest profile buy we made last year. Your job was to turn it around.”
“I did turn it around,” she protested. “We beat our in-house earnings target.”
“But Wall Street expected you to do better.”
What the hell did a bunch of Wall Street analysts know about the inside dealings of their company? Hadley thought furiously, remembering the hours she’d spent flying halfway around the world to various Becheron facilities, the countless jet-lagged meetings while she struggled to bring the shaky mining company back from the brink of bankruptcy to meet the punishingly high profit margins demanded by Stone Enterprises. And now, to be told that the division was being taken out of her hands because she hadn’t met the inflated expectations of Wall Street analysts?
Grimly, she shoved the frustration down. Showing emotion to Robert Stone was an invitation to be totally discounted. “I know Becheron inside out,” she said instead. “You put someone else in there, it’ll take them a month just to get up to speed.”
“Eliot Ketchum’s taking over. I’m sure he’ll be quite capable.”
“So I’m demoted?”
“Think of it as a reassignment. It was my error to push you too far, too fast.”
Protesting that it wasn’t fair would fall on deaf ears, she knew from experience. Her big opportunity, she’d delivered the goods and all she’d earned was a smack down.
The frown on Robert’s face softened. “It’s not your last chance, Hadley. You know I have big plans for you at Stone. I always have.”
Since toddlerhood, to be exact. For as long as she could remember, he’d orchestrated her life—her school, her friends, her career. Relentless standards, unyielding discipline and occasional and unpredictable praise, doled out just often enough to make her knock herself out to earn more. Another child might have rebelled. Hadley only worked harder to be the heir Robert wanted, a stand-in for the son he’d never had.
To be what he wanted? For the umpteenth time of late, she wondered if that were even possible. She didn’t want to go there, though—couldn’t, not after spending twenty-eight years of her life trying to please him.
Robert’s intercom buzzed. “Who is it, Ruth?” he asked.
“Justin Palmer, to talk with you about the W. S. Industries restructuring.”
“Send him in.” Robert clicked off the intercom and looked at Hadley. “I’ll be with you in just a minute. WSI takes precedence.”
Indeed. Everyone at Stone Enterprises was dying to know just what Robert Stone planned to do with the company of Whit Stone, his bitterest rival—and the father he’d been estranged from since childhood. Robert had labored all his professional life to outdo Whit and to destroy him financially. In the end, he’d been unequal to the task. Whit had died with his holdings stronger than ever. To have the point rammed home by Whit leaving him the entire conglomerate had to be burning her father up.
Not that Hadley was about to ask.
The graying, hawk-faced legal counsel of Stone Enterprises handed a bound report to Robert and took a seat in one of the plush leather client chairs. “WSI, in a nutshell. You’ve got the preliminary assessment of holdings, value, et cetera. It’s all in agreement with the estate declaration, though slightly over-valued by my estimate.” He smiled faintly.
“Any surprises?”
“Not really. Most of it is a matter of public record.”
“The list of underperformers is longer than I’d expected.” An expression of satisfaction spread across Robert’s face. “Do you think they were cooking the books?”
“Unlikely. If you flip to the page of overall holdings, you’ll see that those are a minority.”
Robert nodded. “I don’t care. We need rid of them.”
“I’ll notify mergers and acquisitions to get on it.”
“You misunderstand me. I don’t want them sold off whole. Take them apart and sell them off piecemeal.”
Palmer stared at him. “Robert, about seventy percent of the companies on that list are running in the black and another twenty are looking at profitability within a five-year time horizon. You run them all through a chop shop, you’re going to lose value and revenue.”
“It’ll lower the hit from the estate taxes.” Stone flipped closed the briefing book. “Get our salvage specialists to work on it. I want those companies to be history within the month.”
“I don’t think we can entirely execute on that.”
Robert’s brows lowered. The only occasions Hadley had ever seen him lose an iota of his iron control involved his father. “I don’t want to hear arguments, Justin. I want to hear ’yes.’”
“How about ’the terms of the will won’t allow it’?”
“Explain.”
“Your father’s will identifies one holding that cannot be sold or dismantled. It has to be held by the Stone family and run in good faith or else the entire estate reverts to charity.”
Hadley watched, fascinated. After years of being the puppet master, Robert was now a puppet himself. And not even he could walk away from thirty billion dollars for the sake of principle.
“What is the business?”
“An old hotel up in New Hampshire.”
“What the hell would he want with a hotel?” Robert demanded. “He specialized in high tech and industrial manufacturing, not hospitality.”
“I get the impression he dealt in whatever he wanted to.”
“And Stone Enterprises deals in what I want to,” Stone said icily. “Find a way to break the terms.”
Palmer shook his head. “We’ve been over and over it. It’s ironclad. You can do what you want with the rest, Robert, but this one has to stay in the family.”
Robert’s jaw tightened visibly. Long seconds passed while Hadley waited for the explosion. Finally, he relaxed a fraction, the struggle for control won yet again. “All right. If we can’t unload it, then we need to turn around the earnings. I won’t have this kind of an operation showing up on our financials.”
“We’ll need to put someone else on it in a hurry.”
“I know.” Robert turned to Hadley. “Well, it looks like that new opportunity I was telling you about has cropped up sooner than I expected. Get the Becheron transfer rolling. You’re going to New Hampshire.”
Chapter One
New Hampshire, December 2005
