The Christmas Love-Child
Just when Grace Cannon thought her day couldn't get any worse, she came up from the Tube carrying £1,000 worth of lingerie for her boss's fiancée and got splashed in the face by a passing Rolls-Royce.
Mid-December in London was frosty in the violet twilight. The rain had turned to sleet, but the sidewalks in Knightsbridge were still packed with shoppers. The icy spray of gutter water hit Grace's body like a slap. She stumbled and fell down, her hip hitting the pavement as the shopping bag tumbled into the street. She cried out, holding up her hands to protect her face from the endless crush of feet pushing forward.
"Get back. Get back, damn you."
A tall, dark stranger pushed apart the crowds with his broad arms, giving Grace space to breathe. He towered over her on the sidewalk, black-haired and broad-shouldered in an expensive black cashmere coat.
He turned to face her.
Electric gray eyes stood out sharply against his olive -hued skin. Every inch of him whispered money and power, from his Italian shoes to the muscular shape beneath his black coat and gray pin-striped suit. His lush masculine beauty was like none she'd ever seen before. He ... read full excerpt from: The Christmas Love-Child ebook
