Holiday Baby

Holiday Baby
Jenna Mindel

She’s got a Christmas secret…But is he ready for fatherhood in Maple Springs?When Cat Zelinsky returns to her hometown, she doesn’t expect to bump into Simon Roberts. The moment he sees her newborn daughter—and his own brown eyes looking back at him—Simon learns the secret Cat’s been keeping. He’s a daddy. And this Christmas, the globe-trotting bachelor might just discover that a loving family is exactly what he needs.

She’s got a Christmas secret...

But is he ready for fatherhood in Maple Springs?

When Cat Zelinsky returns to her hometown, she doesn’t expect to bump into Simon Roberts. The moment he sees her newborn daughter—and his own brown eyes looking back at him—Simon learns the secret Cat’s been keeping. He’s a daddy. And this Christmas, the globe-trotting bachelor might just discover that a loving family is exactly what he needs.

JENNA MINDEL lives in northwest Michigan with her husband and their three dogs. A 2006 Romance Writers of America RITA® Award finalist, Jenna has answered her heart’s call to write inspirational romances set near the Great Lakes.

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Holiday Baby

Jenna Mindel

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HOLIDAY BABY

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“Can I hold her?”

Simon’s voice was whisper soft.

Cat wanted to refuse. He was leaving after Christmas. But maybe because he was leaving, what harm could there be in granting this small request?

As he held the baby, she watched the man melt before her very eyes.

Simon touched Opal’s nose. “She’s a beauty, yes?”

Cat clenched her jaw. The sight nearly undid her. “Yes.”

He looked at her hard. “Cat, I have no idea what to do.”

“You’re holding her just fine.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He looked as if he’d been torn in two.

“What do you mean?” she whispered.

Simon’s gaze bore into hers, searching.

Simon didn’t hand her over. “Come with me.”

Cat could refuse, but they’d have to finish this conversation eventually. Before he left, anyway. She owed him that much.

Dear Reader (#u46d3a03f-8def-50dd-bca7-dfedbe839696),

Thank you so much for reading my last book in the Maple Springs series. I hope you’ve enjoyed Cat and Simon’s journey to self-forgiveness, peace and finally love.

This was my most difficult book to bring together. For quite some time, I struggled with Cat’s character. I didn’t understand the depths of her pain until I researched online stories of people who’d caused an accidental death. I was deeply moved and I hope I’ve touched this subject with compassion. There is no pat answer to soothe such grief, but I do believe in a big God with the power to heal. If we let Him.