The Baby Switch!
He took home the wrong baby…But gained a wife!Single dad Liam Mercer loves his son – but his beloved baby isn't his! Shelby Ingalls is reeling to discover that her baby was switched with Liam's. Their solution: marriage! But this marriage of convenience sure looks a lot like love…
Читать The Baby Switch! онлайн беплатно
He took home the wrong baby...
But gained a wife!
Single dad Liam Mercer loves his son with all his heart. But the unthinkable has happenedâhis beloved baby isnât really his! And Shelby Ingalls is reeling to discover that her baby was accidentally switched with Liamâs. Their solution? Marriage! And in this new Wyoming Multiples miniseries by the former Meg Maxwell, the sparks flying in this marriage of convenience sure look a lot like love.
MELISSA SENATE has written many novels for Mills & Boon and other publishers, including her debut, See Jane Date, which was made into a TV movie. She also wrote seven books for Mills & Boon True Love line under the pen name Meg Maxwell. Her novels have been published in over twenty-five countries. Melissa lives on the coast of Maine with her teenaged son, their sweet beagle, Lemon, and a lap cat named Cleo. For more information, please visit her website, www.melissasenate.com.
Santaâs Seven-Day Baby Tutorial
Charm School for Cowboys The Cookâs Secret Ingredient The Cowboyâs Big Family Tree The Detectiveâs 8 lb, 10 oz Surprise A Cowboy in the Kitchen Mommy and the Maverick
Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk
ISBN: 978-1-474-07754-5
THE BABY SWITCH!
© 2018 Melissa Senate
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, locations and incidents are purely fictional and bear no relationship to any real life individuals, living or dead, or to any actual places, business establishments, locations, events or incidents. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.
By payment of the required fees, you are granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right and licence to download and install this e-book on your personal computer, tablet computer, smart phone or other electronic reading device only (each a âLicensed Deviceâ) and to access, display and read the text of this e-book on-screen on your Licensed Device. Except to the extent any of these acts shall be permitted pursuant to any mandatory provision of applicable law but no further, no part of this e-book or its text or images may be reproduced, transmitted, distributed, translated, converted or adapted for use on another file format, communicated to the public, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of publisher.
® and ⢠are trademarks owned and used by the trademark owner and/or its licensee. Trademarks marked with ® are registered with the United Kingdom Patent Office and/or the Office for Harmonisation in the Internal Market and in other countries.
Dedicated to the one, the only Gail Chasan, editor extraordinaire.
I canât thank you enough for everything.
Contents
Liam Mercerâs agenda for Friday, April 14:
*Negotiate 2.4 million-dollar acquisition of Kenyon Corp.
*Take six-month-old son for first haircut at Kidz Kutz, where apparently there was a baby seat in the shape of a choo-choo train, and a puppet show video to distract criers.
*Preside over four meetings, sign countless documents, approve hiring of VP in New Business Development, prepare quarterly report for board of directors.
*Repair lifetime rift between his father, the imperious Harrington Mercer, and his Iâll-do-what-I-want-itâs-my-life younger brother over the weekly family dinner tonight at the Mercer ranch.
Just another Friday. Well, except for the haircut. That was new. Liam loved firsts when it came to Alexander and noted them all in the leather-bound baby book his cousin Clara had given him, along with a seven-foot-tall stuffed giraffe, the day after Alexander was born. The first notation of the first first: at barely a half hour old, Alexander West Mercer wrapped his tiny fist around Liamâs pinky. Every worry and fear that a single, twenty-eight-year-old corporate president whoâd had no idea he was even going to be a father could actually raise a helpless living creature on his own, fell away. Of course, every one of those worries returned two seconds later, but his heart had been swiped by the little guy. A love heâd never felt before had come bursting out of Liamâs chest. And that was that.
He shifted Alexander in his arm, nudged the heavy baby bag higher up on his other shoulder and pulled open the door to Mercer Industries. Despite the fleece jacket with its bear-ears hood covering his sonâs dark hair, the silky wisps were getting so unruly they were peeking out. The plan was to knock off the acquisition, deal with two of the meetings, then slip away at lunchtime to Kidz Kutz and be ready with his camera.
