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The bride everyone is talking about!

It should be every woman’s dream – organising a glittering wedding show at a stately home. But for events manager Sylvie Smith, it’s a total nightmare! Not only is she being forced to wear a wedding dress to the event, but she’s also five months pregnant. She just has to hope no one asks her who the father is…

Then Sylvie bumps into the new owner of the stately home, Tom McFarlane, her baby’s secret father! They haven’t spoken since that sizzling encounter, but now Tom’s standing in front of her, looking at her bump, and Sylvie knows her secret’s out…!

Sylvie turned to find her way blocked by six and a half feet of broad-shouldered male and experienced a bewildering sense of déjà vu.

A feeling that this had happened before.

And then she looked up and realized that it was not an illusion. This had happened before—except on that occasion the male concerned had been wearing navy pinstripe instead of gray cashmere.

“Some billionaire…” her friend had said, but hadn’t mentioned a name. And she hadn’t bothered to ask, pretending she didn’t care.

She cared now, because it wasn’t just “some” billionaire who’d bought her family home and was planning to turn it into a conference center.

It was Tom McFarlane, the man with whom—just for a few moments—she’d totally lost it.

The man whose baby she was carrying.

The Bride’s Baby

Liz Fielding

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SYLVIE SMITH checked the time.

Her appointment had been for two o’clock. The time on her laptop now read two forty-five—because she hadn’t just sat there in the luxurious reception of Tom McFarlane’s penthouse office suite twiddling her thumbs and drinking coffee.

Chance would have been a fine thing.

The message couldn’t have been plainer.

She was the enemy and so she’d been left to twiddle her thumbs without the courtesy of a cup of coffee to help fill the time.

Not a problem. Her nerves were already in shreds without adding a surfeit of caffeine to the mix. And she hadn’t twiddled her thumbs either. She didn’t have time to waste thumb-twiddling. Didn’t have time to waste, full stop.