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Commander's Little Surprise
Mollie Molay
A precious reminder of her one fall from grace…Baranovian royal Victoria Bernard's cherished daughter had the same dimple and sparkling eyes as her father, a man forever forbidden to Victoria. She should never have seen him again–except she was assigned to diplomatic duty at Lieutenant Commander Dan O'Hara's JAG post! She only hoped Dan would not recognize her…Dan was a commander with a five-year plan, with marriage and kids far off in the future. But something about Victoria reminded him of the mystery woman with whom he'd spent one tantalizing night. It was crazy to think this off-limits royal might be her. Honor demanded he walk away–until he saw Victoria's baby girl, and his five-year plan became five seconds to fatherhood!
“What will it take to make you forget me?”
“You’re not a woman a man can easily forget,” Dan said.
From the first time she’d met Dan again, she’d known she had to make a choice. A choice between the man whom, against all reason, she seemed to have fallen in love with, and the respectful life she’d made for herself.
She had to force herself to speak. “You must forget you ever met me.”
She glanced at the desk—and realized the photo of her and her daughter was missing! She glanced wildly around the room.
“I assume you’re looking for this.” Dan drew the missing photograph from his tuxedo jacket.
Victoria stared at the photo and felt her world turn over.
“It isn’t really me you’ve been afraid of all along,” Dan went on. “You’re afraid I’ll find out I’m your baby’s father.”
Dear Reader,
Happy New Year! January is an exciting month here at Harlequin American Romance. It marks the beginning of a yearlong celebration of our 20th anniversary. Come indulge with us for twelve months of supersatisfying reads by your favorite authors and exciting newcomers, too!
Throughout 2003, we’ll be bringing you some not-to-miss miniseries. This month, bestselling author Muriel Jensen inaugurates MILLIONAIRE, MONTANA, our newest in-line continuity, with Jackpot Baby. This exciting six-book series is set in a small Montana town whose residents win a forty-million-dollar lottery jackpot. But winning a fortune comes with a price and no one’s life will ever be the same again.
Next, Commander’s Little Surprise, the latest book in Mollie Molay’s GROOMS IN UNIFORM series, is a must-read secret-baby and reunion romance with a strong hero you won’t be able to resist. Victoria Chancellor premieres her new A ROYAL TWIST miniseries in which a runaway prince and his horse-wrangling look-alike switch places. Don’t miss The Prince’s Cowboy Double, the first book in this delightful duo. Finally, when a small Alaskan town desperately needs a doctor, there’s only one man who can do the job, in Under Alaskan Skies by Carol Grace.
So come join in the celebrating and start your year off right—by reading all four Harlequin American Romance books!
Melissa Jeglinski
Associate Senior Editor
Harlequin American Romance
Commander’s Little Surprise
Mollie Molay
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
After working for a number of years as a logistics contract administrator in the aircraft industry, Mollie Molay turned to a career she found far more satisfying—writing romance novels. Mollie lives in Northridge, California, surrounded by her two daughters and eight grandchildren, many of whom find their way into her books. She enjoys hearing from her readers and welcomes comments. You can write to her at Harlequin Books, 300 East 42nd St., 6th Floor, New York, NY 10017.
Books by Mollie Molay
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
560—FROM DRIFTER TO DADDY
597—HER TWO HUSBANDS
616—MARRIAGE BY MISTAKE
638—LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON
682—NANNY & THE BODYGUARD
703—OVERNIGHT WIFE
729—WANTED: DADDY
776—FATHER IN TRAINING
799—DADDY BY CHRISTMAS
815—MARRIED BY MIDNIGHT
839—THE GROOM CAME C.O.D.
879—BACHELOR-AUCTION BRIDEGROOM
897—THE BABY IN THE BACK SEAT
938—THE DUCHESS & HER BODYGUARD* (#litres_trial_promo)
947—SECRET SERVICE DAD* (#litres_trial_promo)
954—COMMANDER’S LITTLE SURPRISE* (#litres_trial_promo)
Personal Connections
SWM 30, 6’2” blonde with blue eyes desperately seeking petite, twenty-something SWF for love and laughter Are you the green-eyed, Baronovian beauty with whom I shared an unforgettable moonlit night of passion in the palace gardens last summer? Please let me know I wasn’t dreaming! DOH
Contents
Prologue (#u2aba0e98-2285-59e4-a7b3-671703650844)
Chapter One (#u2798447a-c44a-5976-83d3-ae69ff889ff5)
Chapter Two (#u37915e8a-942c-5fe1-9fe3-419102fe3233)
Chapter Three (#u06913a73-23b9-55fa-9e2e-724cac3f6263)
Chapter Four (#ucefa04cc-c876-5f51-bd47-a98483c2db2a)
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)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Prologue
Dan O’Hara couldn’t sleep. Jet lag had finally gotten the better of him.
Wide-awake, he paused in his pacing to gaze out the floor-to-ceiling palace windows at the manicured gardens that stretched into the distance. Under the dim light of the crescent moon, trees and bushes were decorated with streamers and lanterns in honor of the upcoming festivities. A three-tiered water fountain, in which tinkling cascades of water tumbled from the mouths of unicorns, occupied the center of the lawn. In the distance he caught sight of a well-tended maze. Nestled in its center was the silhouette of a white gazebo.
Dan blinked. If he didn’t know better he would have thought that before him there was a fairy-tale setting in a fairy-tale country. He’d never even heard of Baronovia before his friend and fellow JAG lawyer, Commander Wade Stevens, had fallen in love with Duchess Mary Louise—better known to him as May Baron. In two days he was to be the best man at their wedding.
He’d taken off his suit jacket and tie, and was starting to unbutton his shirt when drifting clouds passed over the moon. He was about to turn away when he caught a glimpse of a slight, shadowy feminine figure slip out of the palace. To his bemusement, she was wearing a filmy white robe and white slippers. Her long chestnut hair flowed freely down her back almost to her waist. Enchanted, he moved closer to the window and watched as she stopped to gaze up at the moon. Moments later she raised her arms over her head to the moon, twirled around, then lowered her arms to her chest. It looked as if she was trying to draw the moon down to her. He found himself smiling in sympathy at the gesture.
Whoever the woman was, she was beautiful, ethereal and intriguing. After a long plane flight and with probably a sleepless, empty night ahead, she seemed a damn good reason to stay awake.
It took him only a few seconds to make up his mind to join her.
Chapter One
The romantic atmosphere created by her cousin’s wedding this weekend stirred Victoria Esterhazy’s senses. At twenty-three, and with, as custom demanded, her own arranged marriage imminent, she yearned to experience a night of real love before it was too late. Certain she would be alone in these early-morning hours, she gave in to an impulse to dance away her romantic yearning under a new moon in the palace garden.
She bit back a gasp of dismay when a male figure materialized out of the night and strode toward her. Hugging her sheer robe about her body, she froze, ready to run.
“Are you real, or are you just a figment of my imagination?” he whispered as he came to her side.
Victoria shook her head. He might look like the romantic figure she’d conjured up in her head, but he was a stranger. What would happen if she were to be found here in the gardens in the middle of the night with him?
When she looked as if she was about to run, Dan began to feel foolish. His mystery lady had come out of the palace; she could be a member of the royal family. He was out of line, and he knew it, but somehow he didn’t care, even if the last thing he needed was to offend a member of the bride’s family. Whoever she was, she was entitled to her privacy. After all, he was no more than the best man at the wedding.
Dan knew he should go back to the palace and try to sleep, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave…not just yet. There was something magical about her that drew him to her. Something that made him want to linger by her side.
She finally whispered, “Who are you?”
“A figure from your imagination—a phantom,” he answered softly. There was no point in giving her his name, he thought. He had the strong feeling that they were living a fairy tale, and might never meet again after tonight. When she still lingered, he hesitantly gathered a few strands of silken hair that fell over her shoulders and let it fall through his fingers. “You have beautiful hair,” he murmured, when she gazed wide-eyed at him. His gaze drifted lower to her lips. “Tell me, moon sprite, who are you?”
Victoria glanced back at the dark windows of the palace looming behind her and shook her head. She might yearn to experience the kind of love her cousin May had found during her state visit to the United States, but she couldn’t afford to give away her true identity. Not when it might embarrass her family. Aware of his sensuous gaze sweeping her, she drew the low neckline of her sheer robe more closely together and turned to flee back into the palace.
Dan reached to stay her. “Don’t go,” he murmured as he gave in to an impulse to brush the soft skin on her cheek. To confirm that she was real, he told himself, but he knew better. She was real, and in her sheer nightclothes looked to be the most desirable and enchanting woman he’d ever met.
He smiled his pleasure when she remained frozen in place. Her skin was as soft and velvety as a fragile rose petal, her scent sweet. “Since you might turn out to be someone out of a fairy tale,” he added with a wry smile, “I suppose I could call you a fairy princess or my mystery lady.”
The silence drew them together. Crickets chirping in the background and the water splashing down the tiered water fountain were the only sounds to break the stillness of the night. He was right, Dan thought as he gazed down at her. Under the dim light of the cloud-covered moon that shone over them, she did look like a figure out of a romantic fairy tale. To make matters even more intriguing, if not downright sensuous, the faint scent of gardenias clung to her.
Driven by a deep and unexpected emotion, Victoria felt herself responding to the yearning in her phantom’s gaze. Her skin tingled, her heart beat faster and a glow spread throughout her middle. Soon to be married to an unknown man of her father’s choice, she was all too aware no mere mortal man could have affected her so.
“If I’m your princess,” she murmured shyly, “then you must be my phantom prince.”
Her phantom was a tall, masculine man. His blond hair was tousled and his white shirt was partially unbuttoned as if he’d started to undress. After a closer look at his chiseled features, she found herself aching to explore his tanned skin just as he had touched hers moments before. She wanted to wind her fingers through the light, curly hair she’d glimpsed on his chest. To feel his arms around her and, heaven help her for her runaway thoughts, to taste his lips on hers.
Drawn to her phantom as if to a magnet, Victoria gazed into his warm blue eyes and the questioning smile that curved his lips. A thought came to her like a whisper out of the night; this man could be her destiny, sent to her by the gods she thought had passed her by. Hers, to have and to hold, if only for tonight.
Carried away by the crescent moon and the romantic setting, she gave in to the need to have him hold her, caress her, to make her his. To have, for at least a few precious moments in her life, a chance to create a memory to last her a lifetime. A memory of a love chosen by her for herself. Gazing into his warm blue eyes, she shivered at the thought of how it might feel to be held in his arms.
“Cold?” Drawn by the longing he saw in her eyes, Dan couldn’t help himself. He put his arms around her shoulders and gathered her to him.
“Not anymore,” she whispered a moment later when she burrowed closer into his warmth and closed her eyes. A moment later, his open shirt drew her gaze. Before she realized what she was about to do, she ran her fingers through the blond curls on his chest. It was the first time she’d touched a man so intimately, she thought as she felt the stirring of desire. “You make me warm all over.”
Dan gasped as his body responded to her touch. Of all the things he might have expected to happen to him tonight, finding this enchanting woman in his arms and responding to his desire so honestly wasn’t it.
He turned her chin up with a forefinger until their eyes met. He intended to give her one last chance to turn away, but the yearning he glimpsed in her blue-green eyes melted any reservations he might have had. They were two actors in a scene that had to be part of the fairy tale in the fairy-tale country he’d found himself in. Considering the rising mist and the surreal darkness surrounding them, he was half-afraid he was bound to wake up in the morning and find it had all been a dream.
Tomorrow would have to take care of itself, he decided as he drew her back into his arms.
He caressed her warm, silky skin and felt himself responding to the yearning in her eyes. Driven by an impulse that had come over him the moment he’d caught a glimpse of her dancing in the moonlight, he smiled down into her eyes. “I have to kiss you.”
Kiss her? Victoria sensed that if she agreed to a kiss, one kiss would not be enough. Not for him, and certainly not for her. This was a moment like none other she’d experienced before in her sheltered life. Considering her pending arranged marriage, this might be a moment like none she would experience again. She nodded, raised her lips to his and put her arms around his neck.
She was right about the kiss, she thought; he held her so tightly her breasts were crushed against his chest. She moaned softly at the bittersweet pain.
“Sorry.” He took a deep breath and held her away from him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Shaken by the magical sensations rushing through her, and sensing they were just a prelude, Victoria shook her head. “You haven’t. Just love me.”
“I will,” he promised and lowered his head to hers. Gently, back and forth, his lips moved, teasing her lips into opening for him. When his tongue brushed the inside of her mouth as he deepened his kiss, Victoria’s world tilted on its axis. When he moved on to her throat and down to the slant of her exposed breasts, she experienced shocks of sweet sensation. And when he lowered her gown and teased her sensitive nipples with his tongue, she melted in his arms.
She heard him sigh, felt his hands tighten around her, pulling her closer. “This may sound crazy, but I can’t get enough of you,” she heard him murmur. “Who are you, moon sprite? Where have you come from? Where can I find you in the morning?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “We have tonight.” She glanced around her, searching for a more private place where she could show him how real she was without revealing her identity. A place where the world couldn’t intrude on her new-found happiness.
Tonight would be the night of passion she had dreamed of all her adult life, she mused as she slipped across the lawn, drawing her phantom lover with her. She would make love with him until the dawn, then slip away into the real world. For surely such a man could only exist in a dream.
Victoria drew him deep into the heart of the maze until they reached the white lattice-work gazebo. Cushioned benches rimmed the walls; luxurious rugs carpeted the floor and sweet-smelling vines crept through the latticework. “This used to be one of my favorite places to hide when I was a little girl and came to visit my cousin,” she said happily. “I used to sit here hoping no one would find me, and I’d invent all kinds of fairy tales.”
