Christmas Baby For The Princess

Christmas Baby For The Princess
Barbara Wallace

Rescuing the pregnant princess!Princess Arianna of Corinthia fled to New York when she discovered her pregnancy, faced with either marrying the man who deceived her or a royal scandal. But when a pick-pocket leaves her penniless, she must turn to handsome restauranteur Max Brown for help…Max can’t resist rescuing this enchanting stranger. And as his newest (and worst!) waitress brings festive sparkle into his solitary life, her mysterious past make him wary… Can he hope Arianna is for life…not just for Christmas!Royal House of CorinthiaRoyally wed…by Christmas!

Rescuing the pregnant princess!

Faced with a royal scandal, pregnant princess Arianna fled to New York. But when a pickpocket leaves her penniless, she must turn to handsome restauranteur Max Brown for help...

Max can’t resist rescuing this enchanting stranger, even if her mysterious past makes him wary. But as his newest (and worst!) waitress brings festive sparkle into his solitary life, can he hope Arianna is here for life...not just for Christmas?

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Royally wed...by Christmas!

This Christmas Princess Arianna and Crown Prince Armando of Corinthia are facing the biggest challenges of their lives.

Pregnant Arianna flees to New York to seek some privacy...only to find her very own Prince Charming!

Christmas Baby for the Princess

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You won’t want to miss this delightfully emotional new duet from Barbara Wallace, brimming with Christmas magic!

Christmas Baby for the Princess

Barbara Wallace

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

BARBARA WALLACE can’t remember when she wasn’t dreaming up love stories in her head, so writing romances for Mills & Boon is a dream come true. Happily married to her own Prince Charming, she lives in New England with a house full of empty-nest animals. Occasionally her son comes home, as well.

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To Susan, Selena and Donna, whose emails help get me from page 1 to page 220. And to Peter, my personal Prince Charming. Merry Christmas, sweetie.

Contents

Cover (#u8657bc43-b0b1-5413-b350-2ed830f2ac67)

Back Cover Text (#uf23bc58f-b020-5e36-b4e2-87c843d934d8)

Introduction (#ub24799fe-8fe3-5173-9137-330e16ed4cc6)

Title Page (#u27ae74f4-254f-5174-9c0b-7639688a5420)

About the Author (#uef554e88-ef8a-5d42-ba1e-aed8dc43d953)

Dedication (#ua6384f61-0fae-52f4-af91-fb3ce5047a11)

CHAPTER ONE (#udd3bf60f-c6fd-5316-b7e2-639b82cf0b1e)

CHAPTER TWO (#uc93cf74d-98cc-50e7-b5aa-0d4eb33bb7cf)

CHAPTER THREE (#u501daa48-9ea2-5ebf-aa9e-9d4372d18096)

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CHAPTER ONE (#ud3abcf55-06e6-5528-8736-1e6ad206da53)

HER WALLET WAS MISSING.

Arianna was going to be sick. Stomach churning, she slumped against the brick wall and took a shaky breath. Then she checked her bag a third time.

Lipstick. Hand sanitizer. Passport. No wallet.

How? She distinctly remembered double-checking her bag after paying for breakfast, and her wallet had been there, nestled against the silk lining.

Times Square. There’d been that woman who accosted her and needed help reading the subway map, and another man who jostled her while she was trying to break free. One of them must have reached in while she wasn’t paying attention...

Stupid, stupid, stupid. This was what happened when you tried to run away from your problems: you got more. Arianna closed her eyes to keep the tears from burning their way free. A few weeks, a month at most—that was all she’d needed.

For what had to be the one-hundredth time, she cursed her own foolishness. If she had listened to her instincts, she never would have had to run away in the first place. She wouldn’t have to decide between a loveless marriage and a royal scandal.