The Baby Surprise. Victoria Pade

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       “A baby was left in my care and it’s possible that you’re the father.”

      Keely hadn’t intended to blurt it out like that, but she had a job to do. Expect now she felt bad. The poor guy was so shocked, the color drained from his face.

      “Mine? You’ve got to be kidding,” Devon replied.

      “I’m not, believe me. This isn’t something I would joke about.”

      He shook his head, staring at the floor, obviously trying to grip the announcement. While Keely waited for him to speak again, several emotions passed across his face.

      Then his jaw clenched a few times and his gaze returned to Keely. “Did you say this baby could be mine? Does that mean he might not be?”

      “He could be yours or he could belong to another man,” she said quietly.

      “Of course,” he said caustically.

      The relief in his voice worried Keely, as did her attraction to this man she’d only just laid eyes on.

      Which left her to wonder, what had she gotten herself into?

      Dear Reader,

      Welcome to more juicy reads from Silhouette Special Edition. I’d like to highlight Silhouette veteran and RITA^® Award finalist Teresa Hill, who has written over ten Silhouette books under the pseudonym Sally Tyler Hayes. Her second story for us, Heard It Through the Grapevine, has all the ingredients for a fast-paced read—marriage of convenience, a pregnant preacher’s daughter and a handsome hero to save the day. Teresa Hill writes, “I love this heroine because she takes a tremendous leap of faith. She hopes that her love will break down the hero’s walls, and she never holds back.” Don’t miss this touching story!

      USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author Susan Mallery returns to her popular miniseries HOMETOWN HEARTBREAKERS with One in a Million. Here, a sassy single mom falls for a drop-dead-gorgeous FBI agent, but sets a few ground rules—a little romance, no strings attached. Of course, we know rules are meant to be broken! Victoria Pade delights us with The Baby Surprise, the last in her BABY TIMES THREE miniseries, in which a confirmed bachelor discovers he may be a father. With encouragement from a beautiful heroine, he feels ready to be a parent…and a husband.

      The next book in Laurie Paige’s SEVEN DEVILS miniseries, The One and Only features a desirable medical assistant with a secret past who snags the attention of a very charming doctor. Judith Lyons brings us Alaskan Nights, which involves two opposites who find each other irritating, yet totally irresistible! Can these two survive a little engine trouble in the wilderness? In A Mother’s Secret, Pat Warren tells of a mother in search of her secret child and the discovery of the man of her dreams.

      This month is all about love against the odds and finding that special someone when you least expect it. As you lounge in your favorite chair, lose yourself in one of these gems!

      Sincerely,

      Karen Taylor Richman

      Senior Editor

      The Baby Surprise

      Victoria Pade

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

       VICTORIA PADE

      is a bestselling author of both historical and contemporary romance fiction, and the mother of two energetic daughters, Cori and Erin. Although she enjoys her chosen career as a novelist, she occasionally laments that she has never traveled farther from her Colorado home than Disneyland; instead she spends all her spare time plugging away at her computer. She takes breaks from writing by indulging in her favorite hobby—eating chocolate.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

       Chapter One

       K eely Gilhooley found the address she was looking for and pulled her conservative sedan up to the curb in front of the house.

      The circa 1940s modest red-brick two-story was trimmed in white and surrounded by a covered porch that was bordered halfway up by brick.

      Keely couldn’t tell from the street if anyone was home, but since she hadn’t found any other addresses for the renowned freelance wildlife photographer who owned the place, she didn’t know where else to connect with him on a Monday afternoon.

      She turned off the engine and checked the computer printout on the passenger seat.

      Eighteen thirty-four—that was the number on the paper, that was the number on the house. The home of Devon Tarlington.

      Keely sighed, resigned to what she had to do but not liking it. How could anyone like being put in an uncomfortably awkward position against her will?

      She was used to locating people—that was her job. She and her sister Hillary ran Where Are They Now?, an organization that specialized in tracing people, mostly via the Internet. But once they’d done that, they turned the information over to their client and it was up to the client to contact or confront the person. This was the first time Keely had had both to find someone and face him. And with news she certainly didn’t want to deliver.

      But there was no other choice. She and Hillary had been left holding the bag—in a manner of speaking. And then Keely had lost the coin toss with Hillary that determined which of them had to meet Devon Tarlington. So it was up to her.

      “Ready or not, here I come,” she announced, getting out of the car and heading up the walk.

      On the way she kept an eye on the enormous picture window to the right of the front door. But still she couldn’t tell if, on the other side of it, someone was watching her approach.

      There were five cement steps to take her onto the porch and as she trudged up them she was wondering what kind of reception she would have if Devon Tarlington was home. She was wondering what kind of person he was. Would he be some big, hulking, scary guy who might not separate the message from the messenger? Who might blow up at her?

      The porch didn’t have any furniture on it. No warm wicker. No slatted chair swinging from chains. No flowerpots. Not even a welcome mat to give her hope that he might be a friendly sort. It was October in Colorado and those things could all have been put away for the winter, she reasoned. СКАЧАТЬ