Fortune's Christmas Baby
His Holiday Surprise is a bundle of joy!When Nolan Forte returns to Austin a year after a Christmas tryst, he is shocked to learn he’s a father. He wants to do right by his beautiful baby girl—and her sweet mum, Lizzie Sullivan. But when he reveals his real name is family background, all bets are off…
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His holiday surprise...
Is a bundle of joy!
When Nolan Forte returns to Austin a year after a yuletide romance, he is shocked to learn he is a father. He wants to do right by his beautiful baby girlâand her sweet mama, Lizzie Sullivan. But when he reveals his real name is Nolan Fortune, all bets are off. Lizzie doesnât trust men with money. Maybe some Christmas magic can convince her that she, Nolan and Stella are already rich in what matters!
Having written over eighty-five novels, TARA TAYLOR QUINN is a USA TODAY bestselling author with more than seven million copies sold. She is known for delivering intense, emotional fiction. Tara is a past president of Romance Writers of America and is a seven-time RWA RITA® Award finalist. She has also appeared on TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning. She supports the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you need help, please contact 1-800-799-7233.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07851-1
FORTUNEâS CHRISTMAS BABY
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To my own precious Christmas Babies:
Morgan Marie, Baylor Raine and Finley Joseph.
You remind me that life is eternal
and love matters more than anything else.
Contents
He wanted to play.
Just not in Austin.
Weary from a year of major financial gains, youngest son banker in a family of bankers, Nolan Fortune, wantedâbadlyâto get out of his hometown of New Orleans.
He wanted to tune out the noise, close his eyes and sink deeply into the world where it was him and his saxophone. Making music, not money. Just for the couple weeks that the executives at Fortune Investments, himself included, were off work over the holidays.
He needed to pretend to be someone else. To wear jeans, a bit of stubble on his usually freshly shaven face and a black leather vest if he felt like it. The yearning inside of him had to have a chance to break free for a bit or he was going to get really cranky.
He wanted to be his other selfâNolan Forte.
He wanted to travel with the band he secretly gigged with on weekendsâthe guys who had no idea he was a millionaire banker in a family of millionaire bankersâand get a little crazy. He wanted to be able to talk to peopleâwomenâand believe that he, not his money, was the main attraction.
A little crazy. Nothing harsh enough to land him in any kind of trouble. Or the news.
How spoiled was he that he was getting almost everything he wantedâthe break, the time with the band, the stubble and jeans, the anonymityâand he still wasnât satisfied?
But Austin...damn.
âSorry you were outvoted, man.â Daly, their lead guitarist turned in the seat he was hogging to look at Nolan, who was stretched out in the seat behind him. The fifteen-passenger van had a lot of seats. The band had four guys.
