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  Wedding planner—to wife and mother?

  Jamie Wallis needs a replacement nanny for his daughter—fast! So when a stunning young woman comes to him with a business proposal, he has a different proposition for her...

  Securing Jamie’s investment is essential, but Sophie Firth wasn’t expecting to be asked to care for his daughter! However, once they meet, Sophie can’t help adoring little Sienna. And, as Christmas approaches, Sophie quickly becomes part of the family—and Jamie can’t resist letting her into his heart!

  Sophie knew the hug was a mistake as soon as she’d done it.

  She could smell the citrusy scent of his shower gel and feel the steady thud of his heart against her. And this surge of sheer attraction, tempting her to jam her mouth over his and let him lose himself in her, forget his pain for a while...

  She dropped her hands and pulled away. “Sorry. I just thought you could do with a hug.”

  “I did. Thank you,” he said.

  “I, um... I’d better get going.”

  Panic skittered across his face. “Sophie, I know it’s pushy of me to ask, but... I don’t have a clue what to do with Sienna tomorrow. There’s only so much storytelling and coloring we can do in a day.”

  “You could always do something messy,” she suggested.

  He looked horrified.

  She frowned. “Didn’t you do that sort of thing as a kid?”

  “No. My mother didn’t like messes.”

  Her thoughts must have shown on her face, because he said, “There’s nothing wrong with liking a tidy house.”

  “And there’s nothing wrong with a bit of a mess, either,” she said. “It doesn’t take that long to clear up.”

  And she left without finishing her coffee, and before she did anything really crazy—like sliding her arms round his neck and kissing him stupid.

  Dear Reader,

  I love Christmas, and I wanted to write a book about the healing power of Christmas. Hence we have Jamie, who’s bereaved and blaming himself and won’t let himself get close to anyone, and Sophie, who put her trust in the wrong man and ended up with a broken heart.

  What brings them together are two seismic shifts in their lives—Sophie needs someone to buy out her partner’s share of their business, and Jamie needs a temporary nanny for his young daughter, Sienna. They make a pact to help each other out, but they don’t expect to fall in love with each other.

  With the help of Father Christmas, banana penguins, a very special teddy bear and the gaudiest Christmas tree in the world, can Jamie, Sophie and Sienna get what they all want for Christmas and become a family?

  I hope you enjoy their journey.

  With love,

  Kate Hardy

  CHRISTMAS BRIDE FOR THE BOSS

  Kate Hardy

  Kate Hardy has always loved books, and could read before she went to school. She discovered Harlequin books when she was twelve and decided this was what she wanted to do. When she isn’t writing, Kate enjoys reading, cinema, ballroom dancing and the gym. You can contact her via her website: katehardy.com.

  Books by Kate Hardy

  Harlequin Romance

  Summer at Villa Rosa

  The Runaway Bride and the Billionaire

  Billionaires of London

  Billionaire, Boss...Bridegroom?

  Holiday with the Best Man

  Falling for Mr. December

  Falling for the Secret Millionaire

  Her Festive Doorstep Baby

  His Shy Cinderella

  Harlequin Medical Romance

  Paddington Children’s Hospital

  Mommy, Nurse...Duchess?

  Capturing the Single Dad’s Heart

  The Midwife’s Pregnancy Miracle

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  To Gay, my much-loved stepmom, who’s living proof that stepmothers are AWESOME.

  Praise for

  Kate Hardy

  “I was hooked... Her Festive Doorstep Baby is a heart-tugging emotional romance.”

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  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  EPILOGUE

  EXCERPT FROM SNOWED IN WITH THE RELUCTANT TYCOON BY NINA SINGH

  CHAPTER ONE

  ‘ALL RIGHT, MISS FIRTH. You have ten minutes to convince me why I should invest in your company.’ Jamie Wallis leaned back in his chair, unsmiling, and looked at her.

  Sophie caught her breath.

  This was it.

  The next ten minutes could change her entire life.

  She needed to be more professional now than she’d ever been. And she really needed to ignore the fact that Jamie Wallis was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever met. The photographs she’d seen didn’t do him justice. And Eva hadn’t warned her that you could practically drown in his dark eyes.

  Focus, she told herself. Because everyone’s counting on you to get his backing. And you don’t do relationships any more. Not since Joe. You finally learned your lesson: focus on your business.

  ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘I’m assuming you’ve gone through the accounts I sent you, so you’ll already know our company’s bottom line is solid.’

  He inclined his head, still unsmiling. ‘So why exactly are you asking me to invest in your company?’

  She took a deep breath. ‘Because as well as you owning several resorts, your company offers specialist holidays to travellers, so Plans & Planes—being a travel agency and event planning service—fits in very well with your business. Especially as we’re introducing a new service which merges both sides of our company—something you don’t offer at the moment.’

  ‘Which is?’ he asked.

  ‘A planning service for people who want to get married abroad. We can organise everything from the wedding ceremony and reception through to the honeymoon, plus accommodation for the guests, and we’ll deal with all the paperwork.’ It had been her brainchild and she’d been so looking forward to developing the new service.

  Until Eva had dropped her bombshell.

  ‘And your approach to me has nothing to do with the fact that your former partner is my late wife’s cousin?’

  Sophie had expected that question and worked out her answer in advance. ‘Eva suggested you as a potential investor, I admit. But I researched your company before I decided to approach you. I’m not looking for nepotism. I’m looking for someone who sees a good investment that fits in with their own business plans.’

  ‘I see.’ He steepled his fingers. ‘What about the fact that Eva’s leaving the company? How do I know that everything at Plans & Planes isn’t going to take a massive nosedive without Eva at the helm?’

  It was a fair question and Sophie wasn’t going to take it personally. ‘The impact of Eva’s departure on the business is mainly financial.’ The impact on her was another matter: Eva was Sophie’s best friend as well as her business partner and she’d miss Eva hugely. ‘Eva’s deputy, Mara, has worked for us for the last three years and she’s rea
dy to step into Eva’s shoes on the travel agency side,’ she explained. ‘Mara has the experience, the knowledge and the capability to take that part of the company forward. I’m staying to manage the event planning side and the new weddings abroad service, so there’s continuity of management.’

  He made a couple of notes. ‘If the business is flourishing, why do you need an investor?’

  ‘Because, as I’m sure you’re aware, Eva is moving to New York with her fiancé.’ Aidan had been headhunted by a top New York advertising agency and the opportunity was too good to turn down. ‘So she needs me to buy out her half of the business.’

  ‘And you have no savings you can use to buy her out, Miss Firth?’

  She had, until two months ago. She took a deep breath. ‘No.’

  ‘Why?’

  Telling him the truth would make it sound as if she was trying to manipulate him. Plus it was between Sophie, her brother and her sister-in-law. She wasn’t going to break their confidence. ‘Personal reasons,’ she said.

  ‘Won’t your bank give you a loan?’

  She winced inwardly, knowing how bad her answer was going to sound, but she wasn’t going to lie. ‘No.’

  He raised an eyebrow. ‘Because your financial management isn’t good enough?’

  ‘There’s nothing wrong with my financial management,’ she said patiently. ‘The business is doing well.’

  ‘Then why don’t you have savings, Miss Firth?’

  ‘Personal reasons,’ she repeated.

  ‘That, Miss Firth, is tantamount to telling an insurance company that you’re a businesswoman. It’s too vague. They’ll need to know precisely what business you’re in so they can assess the risk.’

  ‘I’m not asking you to insure me, Mr Wallis. I’m asking you to invest in the business.’

  He gave her a cool, assessing look. ‘Miss Firth, if you want me to invest in your company, you can’t hide behind “personal reasons”.’

  Maybe she could tell him some of it. Broad brush rather than details. ‘All right,’ she said reluctantly. ‘Since you ask, I lent my savings to someone I love very much.’

  ‘Then surely you can ask that person to return the money, now you need it for yourself?’

  ‘No.’

  He frowned. ‘Why not?’

  Because the money had been spent, and her brother and sister-in-law were already under enough pressure. This was their fourth attempt at IVF, and she didn’t want to make it any harder for them than it already was. ‘I can’t explain more without breaking a confidence.’

  ‘So you’d rather see your business go under?’

  ‘Of course not. We have four staff and a roster of reliable temps, and I want them to have job security.’

  He shrugged. ‘Then ask for the money back so you can buy out Eva’s share of the business.’

  They were at stalemate. Or maybe there was another way round this. ‘Do you have siblings, Mr Wallis?’ she asked, already knowing that he did but not knowing how close he was to them; not every family was as close as hers.

  He inclined his head. ‘Two.’

  ‘If they needed you, would you hesitate to help?’ she asked.

  ‘Of course not.’

  Just what she’d hoped he’d say. ‘Then I can safely say you would’ve made the same decision I did, in those circumstances,’ she said.

  ‘Given that I don’t know the circum—’

  His mobile phone shrilled, cutting him off mid-word. He glanced at the screen, as if about to hit the button to decline the call, then frowned.

  ‘I apologise, Miss Firth. I’m afraid I need to take this.’

  From the expression on his face, this was definitely a private call, Sophie thought. ‘Shall I wait...?’ She indicated the reception area outside his office.

  He looked grateful. ‘Thank you.’

  Sophie left Jamie’s office, sat down on one of the chairs and closed her eyes.

  The bank had already said no. It was pretty clear that Jamie Wallis, her plan B, was going to turn her down. So now she needed to work out a plan C.

  Crowdsourcing? No. It’d make her look as if the business had run out of money. Which it hadn’t.

  Offering shares in the business to the rest of the team? But Mara was about to get married and the other three were saving up the deposit for a flat. None of them had any spare money, much less the ability to raise a loan to buy out part of Eva’s share in Plans & Planes.

  And Jamie’s suggestion of asking Matt and Angie to return the money was completely out of the question. Her brother and sister-in-law had been eligible for one free cycle of IVF treatment; it hadn’t worked and they’d already used up all their own savings and taken out a loan to pay for the next two cycles, which had also failed.

  OK, so there were no guarantees that the fourth cycle would be the lucky one, and if it had been purely a business decision Sophie probably would have decided that the risk was too great. But this wasn’t a business decision. How could she possibly have stood by and watched their hearts break when she could do something to help? So she hadn’t hesitated on offering to fund another cycle of treatment. She’d said it was a loan that Matt and Angie could repay whenever, but she’d always intended to quietly forget about the money. If the IVF worked and they had the baby they so desperately wanted, it would be the best repayment she could ask for.

  * * *

  ‘So let me get this straight,’ Jamie said, scowling at the phone. ‘You’re telling me that Cindy broke her leg skiing yesterday, so she won’t be able to walk, let alone work, for at least another two months. And you can’t offer me a temporary replacement for her because the nanny who took over while she was on holiday is already on another assignment, and everyone else on your books is already either on an assignment and can’t possibly be moved, or has gone down with a virus.’

  ‘I’m afraid so, Mr Wallis. I know it sounds like a feeble excuse, but it’s quite a nasty virus. It takes a couple of weeks to get over it. I’m so sorry,’ Felicity, the agency manager, said.

  ‘Effectively you’re leaving me in the lurch.’ Was there anyone in his staff he could ask to switch roles temporarily? He could hardly ask one of the resort team to move to London for two months, especially with Christmas coming up. There was nobody suitable in his London team, either. Those with children already had enough on their plates and he couldn’t expect them to neglect their own children for Sienna. The ones without children didn’t have the relevant experience. Short of asking his mother to help—and he knew from first-hand experience that his mother preferred to parent at a distance—Jamie knew he was stuck.

  ‘I wish it wasn’t the case, but I’m afraid the situation’s completely out of my hands, Mr Wallis,’ Felicity said.

  He could try another agency, but he still wouldn’t be able to guarantee having a new temporary nanny in place by the end of today—or that she’d be able to stay until Cindy was back at work. He didn’t want to dump his daughter on a string of women she didn’t know. Sienna needed continuity.

  ‘How soon do you think you’ll be able to get me a nanny to replace Cindy until her leg’s healed?’ he asked.

  ‘I really don’t know, Mr Wallis. It depends how quickly my staff recover. It might be a week, or it might be a fortnight.’

  Although Jamie really wanted to shout at Felicity in utter frustration, he knew that would be counter-productive. Fran had always said you caught more flies with honey. His late wife had always been more patient with people than he had; he found it hard to be charming in the face of sheer incompetence. ‘This is going to be very difficult for me,’ he said, resisting the urge to twist the guilt by reminding Felicity that he was a single father and didn’t have anyone to take up the slack. ‘But could you please call me as soon as someone’s available?’

  ‘Of
course, Mr Wallis. Thank you for being so understanding.’

  He forbore to comment, not trusting himself to stay polite.

  And now he had a problem. A big one. An unspecified time—anything between a few days and a couple of months—without a nanny, and even when someone became available it might not be for the whole period that Cindy was away. He was in the middle of setting up a new resort, so he simply couldn’t take the best part of the next few weeks off work to look after Sienna. He’d trusted the agency to deal with any situation like this, and they’d let him down. Badly.

  What the hell was he going to do?

  It was rare that he found himself in a situation where he wasn’t in complete control, and he hated the feeling of being helpless.

  Sophie Firth was sitting in the reception area outside his office. Right now, they were both in a mess. She needed someone to invest in her business quickly so she could afford to buy out her partner; and he needed a nanny for the next few weeks.

  He could maybe help her—especially as Eva was his late wife’s cousin and he ought to support his family—but right now he needed to focus on sorting out his immediate problem. He was going to have to turn her down.

  He took a deep breath and went out to the reception area. ‘Miss Firth, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.’

  ‘That’s fine,’ she said.

  He raked a hand through his hair. ‘I’m sorry—I can’t help you right at this minute. Something’s cropped up and I need to deal with it.’

  * * *

  Just as Sophie had expected. She needed Plan C. Disappointment still flooded through her. He wasn’t even going to be honest and say he wasn’t interested.

  Something’s cropped up.

  And to think he’d called her on being vague.

  Then again, there was something akin to desperation in his eyes—as if something had happened and he didn’t have a clue how to deal with it. From the research she’d done on his company, she knew he was a shrewd businessman; his company had grown from strength to strength in the last few years, and even the death of his wife hadn’t affected the business. What could have happened to throw him like this?