The Billionaire's Christmas Baby

The Billionaire's Christmas Baby
Marion Lennox

The maid, the billionaire…and the babyHotel maid Sunny Raye only went to Max Grayland’s hotel suite to clean—and found herself calming a tiny abandoned baby! With just days until Christmas, the gorgeous but bewildered billionaire demands Sunny help him care for Phoebe over the holidays. She agrees—but only if they spend Christmas with her family!Max is totally out of his comfort zone, but warm-hearted Sunny is a revelation. And Max finds he wants more than a nanny for Phoebe…he wants Sunny to lighten his life for ever.

The maid, the billionaire...and the baby

Hotel maid Sunny Raye only went to Max Grayland’s hotel suite to clean—and found herself calming a tiny abandoned baby! With just days until Christmas, the gorgeous but bewildered billionaire demands Sunny help him care for Phoebe over the holidays. She agrees—only if they spend Christmas with her family!

Max is totally out of his comfort zone, but warmhearted Sunny is a revelation. And Max finds he wants more than a nanny for Phoebe—he wants Sunny to lighten his life forever.

Phoebe was still awake, nestled in his arms, gazing upward as if trying to make sense of this man who was holding her.

This man sitting beside Sunny.

They were sitting at the end of the pew, in case Phoebe decided to roar and they had to take her out.

Anyone looking at her and at Max might think...

Don’t go there, Sunny thought. This was a fantasy. There’d never been time or space for her to think of a love life.

She gazed down at her hands, at the lines and calluses formed by years of hard work, at the absence of rings. She stretched them out and suddenly, astonishingly, Max’s fingers were closing over hers.

‘Good hands,’ he said in an undervoice. ‘Honourable hands.’

She should... She didn’t know what she should do. Had he known what she was thinking? How many hands had this man seen that looked like hers? None.

She should tug her hand back and the contact would be over. That was the sensible course, the only course, but she couldn’t quite manage it. His clasp was warm and strong. Good.

Fantasy enveloped her again for a moment, insidious in its sweetness. To keep sitting here, to feel the peace of this moment, this place, this man...

The Billionaire’s Christmas Baby

Marion Lennox

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

MARION LENNOX has written more than one hundred romances, and is published in over a hundred countries and thirty languages. Her multiple awards include the prestigious RITA® Award (twice), and the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for ‘a body of work which makes us laugh and teaches us about love’. Marion adores her family, her kayak, her dog— and lying on the beach with a book someone else has written. Heaven!

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Contents

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Back Cover Text (#ueeb0f5a1-36d3-5aa5-af85-195de22a0514)

Introduction (#u4e2ab4d0-063a-5d70-b3ec-49e80c96a9e0)

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About the Author (#u50132fe9-6d7e-5bc7-8b6a-d3188568fb1a)

Praise (#u16dcf7d4-08e5-5484-ba4f-d4c50c04d82e)

CHAPTER ONE (#u717d1fd9-2137-50ce-83bc-34044a3bc46c)

CHAPTER TWO (#ub1c7d2d0-f926-5729-b644-e04e4aeb0b95)

CHAPTER THREE (#u1a445737-edc0-5ae5-afdb-402a1f0f721e)

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CHAPTER ONE (#u8ce11a2a-4fe7-5473-bf25-91a02dbe493b)

SHE’D FORGOTTEN GRAN’S cherry liqueur chocolates.

No!

Sunny Raye abandoned her scrubbing and gave in to the horror of her memory lapse. The discount store near home brought in mountains of chocolates for Christmas. They were cheap and delicious, but they’d be sold out by now.