Reawakened By His Christmas Kiss
A Christmas reunion… …with his Sleeping Beauty! Alex Davenport’s shocked when her latest assignment finds her in her old home, Blakeley Castle, and face-to-face with first love Finn Hawkin! The tycoon needs her PR skills but can he also reawaken Alex’s frozen heart this Christmas?
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A Christmas reunion...
...with his Sleeping Beauty!
In this Fairytale Brides story, Alex Davenport’s shocked when her latest assignment finds her in her old home, Blakeley Castle, and face-to-face with first love Finn Hawkin! The tycoon needs her PR skills but she refuses to revisit their romance or what happened back then. Until she’s snowbound with Finn and his little nieces. He let her down once, but can he and the girls reawaken Alex’s frozen heart this Christmas?
A former au pair, bookseller, marketing manager and seafront trader, JESSICA GILMORE now works for an environmental charity in York, England. Married with one daughter, one fluffy dog and two dog-loathing cats, she spends her time avoiding housework and can usually be found with her nose in a book. Jessica writes emotional romance with a hint of humour, a splash of sunshine and a great deal of delicious food—and equally delicious heroes!
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09189-3
REAWAKENED BY HIS CHRISTMAS KISS
© 2019 Jessica Gilmore
Published in Great Britain 2019
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Contents
Note to Readers
FINN HAWKIN ACCEPTED a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and surveyed the scene before him, his lips curving into an appreciative smile. Fairy lights and gossamer white drapes, elaborate costumes and a vast ballroom might be wasted on him, but his small nieces would want to hear about every single detail of the night. The Armarian Midsummer Ball was like every one of their favourite fairy-tales brought to life.
A masked and cloaked figure paused beside him. ‘Having fun?’
‘Laurent!’ Finn turned to greet his old friend with genuine delight. His presence here might be more business than personal, but it was good to see his host. ‘Thanks for the invite.’
‘You are more than welcome. I’m glad you could come.’
A hint of sympathy tinged the other man’s voice; Finn didn’t confide in many people, but Laurent knew how difficult the last year had been, the hard choices Finn had been faced with.
‘How are your nieces?’
‘Tired out after a week of enjoying your glorious beaches. Not that they’ll admit it. Tonight they are most put out at not coming with me to a real-life royal ball. I’ve promised to smuggle cake back to the villa. Hopefully that will mollify them.’
‘Bring them to the palace,’ Laurent offered. ‘It’ll still be chaotic tomorrow, but maybe the day after? We have puppies in the stables they can meet, and I’ll take them to the highest turret and tell them grisly stories about how my ancestors repelled would-be invaders.’
