Once Upon a Valentine

Once Upon a Valentine
Allison Leigh

One night could mean forever…Shea Weatherby doesn’t believe in fairy-tale endings, especially after watching her mother have so many of them with so many different husbands! So when Shea’s Prince Charming comes along, she’s sceptical. When she gets pregnant after a one-night stand with said Prince Charming, she panics.Paxton Merrick made millions crafting custom yachts for Seattle’s uber-wealthy. If his futile efforts to get Shea to be his Valentine are any indication, there are stormy seas ahead. But he’ll do anything to get her to the altar when he finds out he’s going to be a father!

She blamed the entire thing on the shirt.

His shirt, to be precise.

Everything would have been fine, if he’d just kept it on.

But no. He had to go be the gentleman. He’d known she was soaked through. And with no electricity thanks to the ice storm that had blanketed Seattle with hardly any warning, she had also been freezing.

So he’d given her a towel, threadbare as it was, to dry off as best she could.

And then he’d given her his shirt.

Really, that’s when all the trouble started.

That’s when she’d obviously lost every bit of common sense that she’d ever possessed.

What else could possibly explain the fact that she was now lying on a pile of cushions on the floor of Merrick & Sullivan Yachting with Paxton Merrick’s sinewy arm over her waist as if he had every right to do so?

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The Hunt for Cinderella:

Seeking Prince Charming

Once Upon a Valentine

Allison Leigh

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

There is a saying that you can never be too rich or too thin. Allison Leigh doesn’t believe that, but she does believe that you can never have enough books! When her stories find a way into the hearts—and bookshelves—of others, Allison says she feels she’s done something right. Making her home in Arizona with her husband, she enjoys hearing from her readers at Allison@allisonleigh.com or PO Box 40772, Mesa, AZ 85274-0772, USA

For all of you Cinderellas-at-heart

Contents

Chapter One (#u6eaa9f12-ec19-5fac-a731-213307d28513)

Chapter Two (#uf8bb9576-3674-5cbf-83fd-8703ee317da5)

Chapter Three (#u4935ff0a-2eb2-532a-b9bb-d058b84e7629)

Chapter Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

December

She blamed the entire thing on the shirt.

His shirt, to be precise.

Everything would have been fine, if he’d just kept it on.

But no. He had to go be the gentleman. He’d known she was soaked through. And with no electricity thanks to the ice storm that had blanketed Seattle with hardly any warning, she also had been freezing.

So he’d given her a towel, threadbare as it was, to dry off as best she could.

And then he’d given her his shirt.

Really, that’s when all the trouble started.

That’s when she’d obviously lost every bit of common sense that she’d ever possessed.

What else could possibly explain the fact that she was now lying on a pile of cushions on the floor of Merrick & Sullivan Yachting with Paxton Merrick’s sinewy arm over her waist, his big palm cupping her breast as if he had every right to do so?

Shea Weatherby chewed the inside of her lip as she lay motionless in hopes that he wouldn’t wake up.

It was morning. Sunlight was filling the room. The wind that had howled and screamed and driven her into his office in the first place in search of shelter when her car wouldn’t start was now silent. She couldn’t see out the windows without turning over, though, and that was something she didn’t want to do.

Because it would mean turning toward Pax too.