Single Dad's Christmas Miracle

Single Dad's Christmas Miracle
SUSAN MEIER

Althea Johnson is only meant to tutor widower Clark Beaumont’s son. Not fall in love with her boss.But, with her help, Clark’s kids begin to come alive again after losing their mother and against the odds Althea hopes that when Christmas morning arrives there will be four stockings hanging over the fireplace…

He needs a helping hand…

Having recently lost his wife, Clark Beaumont is trying to make it through the holidays for the sake of his kids. But with his son failing at school and his little girl talking only in whispers, he needs nothing short of a miracle.…

…when one arrives on his doorstep!

Althea Johnson is only meant to tutor Clark’s son. But with her help the Beaumont family begins to come alive again, and against the odds Althea hopes that when Christmas morning arrives there will be four stockings hanging over the fireplace.…

Clark rose, tucked Teagan into bed, kissed her forehead and said, “I’ll never let anything happen to you.” He kissed her forehead again. “You can always depend on me.”

Dear Reader,

Clark Beaumont has a twelve-year-old son, Jack, who is failing his classes, and a four-year-old daughter, Teagan, who talks only in whispers. The last thing he needs is to fall in love.… Or is it?

Althea Johnson is a sweet, smart teacher who doesn’t merely see Jack’s problems and create a plan to help him push through his difficult semester; she also brings Teagan out of her shell.

But Althea comes with secrets. And Clark has already had more than his fair share of secrets and lies.

This is the story of a hero and heroine forced to come to terms with their pasts in order to have a future. Though some parts about the abuse in Althea’s past were difficult to write, I think you’ll enjoy their journey to a real, forever love that never disappoints. Especially since Clark and Althea are a hero and heroine who deserve real love!

Susan Meier

Single Dad’s Christmas Miracle

Susan Meier

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

SUSAN MEIER spent most of her twenties thinking she was a job-hopper—until she began to write and realised everything that had come before was only research! One of eleven children, with twenty-four nieces and nephews and three kids of her own, Susan has had plenty of reallife experience watching romance blossom in unexpected ways. She lives in western Pennsylvania with her wonderful husband, Mike, three children, and two overfed, well-cuddled cats, Sophie and Fluffy. You can visit Susan’s website at: www.susanmeier.com.

For Jack and Helaina

(the inspiration for Jack and Teagan)

Contents

CHAPTER ONE (#u85022c2d-d741-5564-8aca-fd83d697c946)

CHAPTER TWO (#u052f4fa4-5198-55b9-99b7-98c7846024ad)

CHAPTER THREE (#ubd7fdf96-e814-53a0-a96f-3182fd65bd4d)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u1031ad6c-fa45-5177-8528-38bacd68a1f9)

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)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

EPILOGUE (#litres_trial_promo)

EXCERPT (#litres_trial_promo)

CHAPTER ONE

“TURN RIGHT.”

The soothing voice of the GPS rolled into Althea Johnson’s car, and she maneuvered her vehicle as directed, onto the snow-covered Main Street of Worthington, Pennsylvania. The week after Thanksgiving, the little town sparkled with the spirit of Christmas. Tinsel connected to telephone poles looped above the street. Huge evergreen wreaths decorated with shiny multicolored ornaments covered the top half of shop doors. Silver bells glistened in the sun that managed to peek through the falling snow.

But as quickly as she entered the tiny town, she exited. The GPS stayed silent so she continued up the winding road and climbed a tree-covered mountain.

Up and up she went for a good ten minutes, causing her palms to sweat as her car just barely chugged through the wet snow. Positive she’d missed an exit, she was about to look for a place to turn around when the GPS sang out, “In thirty feet, turn left.”

With a sigh of relief, she braked slowly, carefully. She’d learned to drive in Maryland winters, but she’d spent the past twelve years in sunny Southern California. Her car didn’t have snow tires and her driving skills were a bit rusty.

“Turn left.”

Braking again, she guided her little red car down a short lane lined with snow-coated pine trees. A huge Victorian house came into view. A pewter-colored SUV had been parked haphazardly in the driveway. A man reached in and pulled grocery bags out of the open hatch. Snow fell on him like cotton balls from heaven, covering his shoulders and back, and icing the evergreens that ringed his property. A big black dog bounced around him. A little girl clung to the hem of his jacket.

Frazzled.

That’s the word that came to Althea’s mind. She stopped her car, pushed open the door and slid out. The big dog bounded over with a “Woof.” In one quick movement, he jumped on his hind legs, his paws landed on her shoulders and she fell backward into the snow.

Cold seeped through the back of her lightweight jeans and Southern-California hoodie. Huge white flakes billowed down on her.

Trapped by the dog—who had his paws on her chest as if he were holding her down until the police could get there—she only saw boots rapidly approaching.

“Crazy!”

The man gave the dog a nudge. The beast bounced off with another “Woof!”

He extended his hand. “Let me help you up.”