His Little Miracle: The Billionaire's Baby

His Little Miracle: The Billionaire's Baby
Nicola Marsh

Shirley Jump

Victoria Pade

The Billionaire’s BabyBillionaire Blane Andrews has come to win back his wife. He’d walked away from Cam, believing he wasn’t good enough, but now he wants the one thing money can’t buy: Cam and a baby!Doorstep DaddyWriter Dalton Scott demands solitude – not a crying baby on his doorstep! Though absolutely out of his depth, he’s amazed that he’s a natural. Then beautiful single mum Ellie arrives and Dalton realises he could start a whole new chapter…Baby Be MineWhen Chicago sophisticate Clair went to claim custody of her orphaned nephew, she thought it would be easy. Instead she was confronted by rugged rancher Jace Brimley, the toddler’s guardian, who awakened desires within her she just couldn’t resist.

His Little Miracle

The Billionaire’s

Baby

Nicola Marsh

Doorstep Daddy

Shirley Jump

Baby Be Mine

Victoria Pade

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

The Billionaire’s Baby

NICOLA MARSH has always had a passion for writing and reading. As a youngster, she devoured books when she should have been sleeping, and later kept a diary whose content could be an epic in itself! These days, when she’s not enjoying life with her husband and son in her home city of Melbourne, she’s at her computer, creating the romances she loves in her dream job. Visit Nicola’s website at www.nicolamarsh.com (http://www.nicolamarsh.com) for the latest news of her books.

For my fab editor, Lucy,

who went above and beyond the call of duty

with this one.

Thanks, Lucy!

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

CAMRYN HENDERSON hated Valentine’s Day.

A day designed to highlight over-the-top, mushy commercialism. All that hearts-and-flowers claptrap might work for those foolish enough to believe in romance, but she knew better.

Boy, did she know better.

‘That was some turnout today, huh?’

Camryn stopped swiping at the immaculate stainless-steel surface behind the bar and mustered a tired smile for Anna, her best employee and closest friend.

‘Our biggest day all year.’

She propped against the bar and shifted her weight from one aching foot to the other. Her favourite knee-high black leather boots with a two-inch block heel might look great and add to her street cred as a hip young thing running the trendiest café in Melbourne’s Docklands, but built for comfort they weren’t.

‘Every café and restaurant along this stretch was packed today. Nice to know romance is alive and well.’

Camryn refrained from wrinkling her nose in disgust at the mention of romance—just.

‘Sure, it’s great for business but, personally, I think it’s a bit lame. All pomp and show for one day when for the rest of the year those couples probably barely speak to each other.’

She’d worked Valentine’s Day for the last six years, forced to watch cosy couples mooning over each other, the intimate smiles, the hand-holding, the roses, even the occasional marriage proposal.

She’d seen it all, had been relieved to have distanced herself from all that fanciful nonsense, but it was times like now, when the café had all but emptied and the tea candles had burned low, that she couldn’t help but wish for something she’d once had on this day…a lifetime ago.

‘You’re the only woman I know who doesn’t have a romantic bone in her body.’ Anna waved a finger in front of her face and tut-tutted. ‘Maybe you should let the little fat guy with the bow fire an arrow your way for once.’

‘Not on your life.’

She’d already been stung in the butt by one of Cupid’s arrows and had the scars to prove it.

‘Besides, I’ve found my niche.’