The CEO's Baby Surprise

The CEO's Baby Surprise
Helen Lacey

COUNTDOWN: NINE MONTHSMary-Jayne Preston didn't do one-night stands–ever. Except for her one and only with devastatingly handsome tycoon Daniel Anderson, who swept her off her feet before she knew what was happening! The attraction was powerful . . . and seemingly mutual. But when she told him she was pregnant, all bets were off!Daniel hadn't let his guard down since tragedy struck his own life four years earlier. Now he's drawn to the irresistible M.J., but cannot–will not–let himself fall in love with her. He insists on marriage to protect her and their twins, but M.J. will accept nothing less than true love from this lone wolf . . . forever.

“If this child is mine then I won’t dodge my responsibility.”

She looked less than impressed by the idea.

“If you’re talking about money, I think I’ve made it pretty clear I’m not interested.”

“You can’t raise a child on good intentions, Mary-Jayne. Be sensible.”

She looked ready for an argument, but she seemed to change her mind. “I’m heating up lasagna. Are you staying for dinner?”

Daniel raised a brow. “Am I invited?”

She shrugged, like she couldn’t care either way.

“Sure,” she said. “That would be good.”

He watched as she removed several items from the refrigerator and began making a salad. And Daniel couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her glorious hair shone like ebony beneath the kitchen light and she chewed her bottom lip as she completed the task. And of course thinking about her lips made him remember their night together. And kissing her. And making love to her. She had a remarkable effect on him, and he wondered if it was because they were so different that he was so achingly attracted to her. She was all challenge. All resistance. And since very little challenged him these days, Daniel knew her very determination to avoid him had a magnetic pull all of its own.

And he had no idea what he was going to do about it.

The Prestons of Crystal Point: All’s fair in family … and love!

The CEO’s Baby Surprise

Helen Lacey

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

HELEN LACEY grew up reading Black Beauty and Little House on the Prairie. These childhood classics inspired her to write her first book when she was seven, a story about a girl and her horse. She loves writing for Mills & Boon

Cherish™, where she can create strong heroes with a soft heart and heroines with gumption who get their happily-ever-after. For more about Helen, visit her website, www.helenlacey.com (http://www.helenlacey.com).

For my mother, Evelyn.

Who believes in me no matter what.

Contents

Cover (#ubde47239-59e3-5be8-98f5-b3e5da49e037)

Introduction (#u13aedef4-b23d-5360-9793-e7d9ff573a2a)

Title Page (#ubd0947ca-5028-5d63-a60f-1eeaa1d63b51)

About the Author (#u71f5227c-2821-59b6-b33d-b362d0c787a7)

Dedication (#u9cfc81e8-498e-5003-b801-b5ffeb68f707)

Prologue (#ulink_a14d7f40-b457-58c5-80d7-61c196a3f3aa)

Chapter One (#ulink_debd6122-3d22-5d26-a729-b578ee567b61)

Chapter Two (#ulink_6c925160-6d9a-59f1-b086-154c5ca5e532)

Chapter Three (#ulink_1e7f5f67-2e85-527e-b8dc-70fd5c357303)

Chapter Four (#ulink_b6d2f2b2-29ed-5c13-bfdc-e50db5f6aa3d)

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)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Extract (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

Prologue (#ulink_19444cfc-37ed-5ce4-acdf-b43830709720)

Mary-Jayne Preston yawned, opened her eyes and blinked a few times. The ceiling spun fractionally, and she drew in a soft breath.

I’m not hungover.

She closed her eyes again. The two glasses of champagne she’d drunk the night before weren’t responsible for the way she felt. This was something else. An unusual lethargy crept into her limbs and spread across her skin. Her lids fluttered, and she glimpsed a sliver of light from between heavy drapes.

An unfamiliar room.

Her memory kicked in. The Sandwhisper Resort. Port Douglas.

But this isn’t my bedroom.

This was a villa suite. And a top-end one, judging by the plush feel of the giant king-size bed and lavish damask drapes. Extravagance personified. Her eyelids drooped before opening again as she stretched her spine—and then nearly jumped out of her skin when she realized she wasn’t alone in the big bed.