Soldier Prince's Secret Baby Gift
One magical night… …could ignite a royal scandal! When Tia Phillips appears on the doorstep of Prince Antonio of Casavalle, pregnant with his baby, he hides the scandal by hiding Tia! But soon Antonio’s falling for her! Will Tia believe him when she thinks he’s only asking out of duty?
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One magical night…
…could ignite a royal scandal!
In this A Crown by Christmas story, six months ago Tia Phillips and Prince Antonio of Casavalle shared one passionate night. Now she’s on the palace doorstep—pregnant with his baby! Another royal scandal is all Casavalle needs, so Antonio whisks Tia away to a secret hideaway. Soon Antonio’s falling for her, but will Tia accept his hand in marriage when she thinks he’s asking only out of duty?
KATE HARDY has always loved books, and could read before she went to school. She discovered Mills & Boon books when she was twelve, and decided that this was what she wanted to do. When she isn’t writing Kate enjoys reading, cinema, ballroom dancing and the gym. You can contact her via her website: katehardy.com.
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A Crown by Christmas series
Cinderella’s Prince Under the Mistletoe by Cara Colter
Soldier Prince’s Secret Baby Gift
And look out for the next book
Their Christmas Royal Wedding by Nina Milne
Available December 2019
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.
ISBN: 978-1-474-09173-2
SOLDIER PRINCE’S SECRET BABY GIFT
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For Cara Colter and Nina Milne—
it was such fun working with you!
Contents
Note to Readers
May
TEN MINUTES UNTIL MIDNIGHT.
Ten minutes until the charity gala was over and the guests were due to leave, and then another three-quarters of an hour to finish clearing up.
And then Tia could go home to bed.
She was exhausted. She’d already done her usual full shift at the café that day, and Saturdays were always a rushed-off-your-feet day. When she’d got home, all she’d wanted to do was to have a long bath and then curl up on the sofa with her mum to watch a movie. But her old school friend Sadie was managing a charity gala tonight and Tia had promised that she’d help out, serving canapés and clearing glasses, and Tia never went back on her promises. Particularly as the cause—supporting children who’d been bereaved—was so close to her heart; she knew first-hand how it felt to lose a member of your family in the armed forces.
Twice.
Their neighbour, Becky, was keeping an eye out for her mum—as she always did on the few occasions that Grace Phillips managed to persuade her daughter to go out somewhere. In less than an hour, Tia could go home. And tomorrow was late opening, being Sunday, so her shift didn’t start until ten. It wasn’t so bad. She’d had tougher days.
Though she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was staring at her.
She turned round and caught the eye of a tall, dark-haired man across the room.
There was something very familiar about him. Then again, half the people at the charity gala were household names: everyone from musicians to movie stars to models. All the men were wearing tuxedos, and all the women were wearing the kind of posh frocks and designer shoes Tia would never have been able to afford in a million years. This was another world, one where she was supposed to be invisible—the anonymous waitress who smiled as she served canapés and cleared glasses quickly and efficiently. The guy across the room shouldn’t even be noticing her.
