Finn's Twins!

Finn's Twins!
Anne McAllister

FROM HERE TO PATERNITYBachelor baby-sitter! When it comes to the female sex, Finn MacCauley is an expert. Except, that is, when the females in question are his six-year-old-nieces - and identical twins. Finn just isn't equipped to be a father… . Izzy, on the other hand is an ideal mother. If only she wasn't engaged to another man!All Finn has to do is persuade Izzy that being temporary surrogate parents will be terrific fun-nearly as much fun as sharing Finn's glamorous life-style… and his bed! "Anne McAllister hits the love and laughter buttons with triumphant success.FINN'S TWINS! is a sparkling, tender story… " - Lucy Gordon FROM HERE TO PATERNITY - men who find their way to fatherhood by fair means, by foul, or even by default!

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“I’m leaving!”

“You leave, and the twins go with you,” Finn said implacably.

“But I can’t stay! I have a life.”

“What life? What brought you to New York?”

“I’m going to get married,” Izzy said.

Finn looked her up and down with such obvious disbelief that Izzy wanted to smack him. He smiled. “Have you picked a groom yet?”

“Yes, I’ve picked a groom. And I intend on seeing him this evening.”

“You can’t. Not yet. At least help me get the twins settled. Read them a story. Get them to bed.” He was looking just a bit desperate!

We know you’re going to love

FINN’S TWINS!

so much that we hope

you’ll look out for the sequel,

FLETCHER’S BABY!,

in January 1998.

It’s fun, emotional and will keep you hooked

till the very last page!

FROM HERE TO PATERNITY—romances that feature fantastic men who eventually make fabulous fathers. Some seek paternity, some have it thrust upon them; all will make it—whether they like it or not!

ANNE MCALLISTER was born in California. She spent long lazy summers daydreaming on local beaches and studying surfers, swimmers and volleyball players in an effort to find the perfect hero. She finally did, not on the beach, but in a university library where she was working. She, her husband and their four children have since moved to the Midwest. She taught, copyedited, capped deodorant bottles and ghostwrote sermons before turning to her first love—writing romance fiction.

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PROLOGUE

THE phone was ringing—had been for longer than he wanted to think.

Finn ignored it.

He stood motionless, his entire concentration focused. on the developing tray where Angelina Fiorelli’s lips were beginning to emerge.

He’d been waiting all day to do these enlargements, to see if he could find the perfect come-hither look in the best of the shots he’d taken the day before. He wasn’t one of the world’s most creative and eagerly sought-after commercial photographers for nothing. When he had an idea, he pursued it. And all the ringing phones in the world weren’t going to interrupt him now.

He leaned closer and permitted himself a small smile as, in the dim red light of the darkroom, he made out the faintest hint of the luscious Fiorelli outline beginning to develop. Yes!

Another ring.

Finn gritted his teeth. Were the hell was Strong?

His matronly taskmaster of a studio manager shouldn’t have any of his high-strung, ruffled-feathered clients left in the office to appease by this time. It was already after five o’clock. Why wasn’t she answering it?

Angelina’s famous pouting lips were now fully developed. Perhaps just a shade too sulky. Carefully Finn lifted the enlargement out of the solution and placed it in the stop bath, then submerged another.

The phone rang again—a half ring—then stopped. At last. Finn concentrated as the next set of lips materialized. There was a sharp rap on the darkroom door.

“Go away.”