Christmas Baby For The Billionaire
A stolen fling… An unexpected Christmas gift! Tycoon Jeremy is better suited to brokering deals than bringing up babies, until his summer romance with resort manager Tori Sharpe leaves her pregnant! Can a magical New York Christmas convince them both there’s room in his high-octane life for her and their baby?
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A stolen fling…
An unexpected Christmas gift!
In this South Shore Billionaires story, tycoon Jeremy’s world is upended upon discovering his summer romance with resort manager Tori Sharpe left her pregnant! He’s better suited to brokering deals than bringing up babies, yet seeing Tori carrying his child awakens a fierce longing for the family he never had. Can a magical New York Christmas convince Tori there’s room in his high-octane life for her and their baby?
DONNA ALWARD lives on Canada’s east coast with her family, which includes a husband, a couple of kids, a senior dog and two crazy cats. Her heart-warming stories of love, hope and homecoming have been translated into several languages, hit bestseller lists and won awards, but her favourite thing is hearing from readers! When she’s not writing she enjoys reading—of course!—knitting, gardening, cooking…and she’s a Masterpiece Theatre addict. You can visit her on the web at DonnaAlward.com, and join her mailing list at DonnaAlward.com/newsletter.
Summer Escape with the Tycoon
Marrying a Millionaire miniseries
Best Man for the Wedding Planner
Secret Millionaire for the Surrogate
South Shore Billionaires miniseries
Christmas Baby for the Billionaire
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09165-7
CHRISTMAS BABY FOR THE BILLIONAIRE
© 2019 Donna Alward
Published in Great Britain 2019
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To Mum.
The older I get, the more I admire your strength
and your capacity for unconditional love.
Your children and grandchildren
have been incredibly blessed.
Contents
Note to Readers
THERE WERE MORNINGS when a girl just didn’t want to get out of bed, but she had to because a) she had to pee and b) she had to go to work because no one else was going to pay the bills.
Tori closed her eyes, gathered her get-up-and-go and threw off the covers. It wasn’t that she didn’t like her job; she loved it. The Sandpiper Resort was her life. She’d started there doing housekeeping as a teenager and had worked her way up to assistant general manager, overseeing many of the day-to-day operations. Stepping inside the doors each morning felt as much like being at home as entering her own small house, bought just last year.
So even though she was bone tired, despite having slept all night, she flipped on the light switch and turned on the shower. At least the morning sickness had been fleeting, lasting only a few weeks and consisting mostly of inconvenient nausea. Now in her second trimester, she simply got tired more easily. And was in the process of overhauling her wardrobe. Things didn’t fit anymore now that her baby bump had made an appearance.
