Accidentally Pregnant

By Lexie Miers

She's on a mission... a baby mission.

 

I've wanted a baby my whole life, so to find out from my Doctor that my days are numbered... well that was a blow.

I saved all my money for IVF, to have my parents need a bail out for their tax bill.

But Fate came to my rescue.

I have one last job that will give me all the money I need to make a baby of my own,

and surely one last holiday fling with my new 'boss' won't hurt?

Who was that Doctor that said I'd never conceive on my own?

A miracle happened in Hawaii, and I'm going home with a new life growing inside of me, 

No IVF required.

As for the billionaire father? 

He made it clear the last thing he wanted was a partner, or a baby.

So he never has to know.

 

Author note: This is a re-release of 'A Miracle in Hawaii' by Fiona Miers and is part of a re-branding by the author.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harley Romance Publishing
• Release date: Aug 4, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393246251

Book preview

Chapter Two.

SHE WAS SO MUCH MORE beautiful than he’d expected. It was true, those that had raved of her characteristics often threw words around like gorgeous, stunning and lovely into their appraisals, but he’d taken it with the mountain of salt he’d thought it deserved.

He’d been wrong. And he wasn’t often wrong.

Surprising, for sure, that the woman his parents had lumbered him with for a fortnight, was so lovely to look at. He didn’t want help, hadn’t asked for it, nor did he think he needed it. He took full responsibility for the state the hotel presented currently. He’d hired an executive manager two years ago to oversee the hotels every day running, and he’d been very, very wrong in his estimation of Kostas Dean. A villain, pure and simple.

When Julian’s marriage ended and he’d needed time away from business, Kostas stepped up. But instead of looking after his company the way Julian expected, Kostas had siphoned money, hidden the complaints, and threatened senior management with job loss if they dared step out of line.

They were in a lot of trouble by the time Julian came back to his senses and picked up his role again.

Kostas was missing, with several million dollars of their money.

But he’d be found. Eventually.

Julian glanced down at his watch just as the second hand ticked toward the number twelve. An hour had passed since he’d seen Miss Samara Jenkins. The door to the restaurant opened and then clicked shut again. A smile tugged at Julian’s lips. On time to the second.

She walked toward him, her thin, plain blue cotton dress clinging to her lush curves. Where was the battle armor that he’d come to expect with business women? She wore natural makeup that accentuated her pretty face, and her entire ensemble had a relaxed holiday feel about it that he hadn’t expected. She wore flat shoes, her hair down, and no jewelry.

Samara Jenkins had a body that would look spectacular naked and stretched across his bed. Long hair that would cover her full breasts like a silky curtain, and lips that would be perfect to kiss. He raised his eyes from the full curve of her mouth to make eye-contact and her fresh face hit him right in the gut.

They’d lied about her being beautiful.

Breath taking seemed far more apt.

Samara pulled out the chair and took the seat opposite him. This hotel is in dire straits. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so bad before.

The smile that had been playing at his lips as he’d imagined her naked converted into a tight frown. He cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, unable to simply just take her criticism. He opened his mouth to defend his hotel, then snapped it shut again.

She has a point.

Three months more of the current climate and he’d have to shut the hotel down to sit here and rot. He would never allow that to happen on his watch, and although he didn’t require her help, she was here. He would be stupid indeed not to take advantage of it. What do you suggest, Miss Jenkins?

She grinned at him with sunny warmth and picked up the menu. That's the spirit. I like it. Can we order first? She glanced down into her menu. Her mouth tweaked up at the corners as she read, her happy face at odds with the churning in Julian's guts. What was wrong with him?

Samara lifted her head and swiveled like a bird, eyes alert and neck straight. Where are the staff? This is the hotel’s five-star restaurant, is it not?

That twist in his belly rolled some more as his cheeks flared with heat. Each sentence she uttered reminded him of how badly he’d failed in his job of maintaining his family’s holdings. How much work this hotel actually needed to get it back to the standard it had once boasted. She was the salt in a very large wound, and to make matters worse, his own mother had been the one throwing the salt.

He lifted his hand and indicated to the man lolling around in the corner of the room. The youth sashayed over, his hips taking on a music of their own.

Yeah? the waiter asked him.

A little giggle burst from Samara's mouth. Ooh, we are in some serious trouble.

I'll have the steak, Julian ground out, glaring at the youth until he looked at the carpet. Samara’s relaxed attitude grated on his nerves. This was serious. They were losing tens of thousands by the day and she was giggling her way through dinner. Why the hell had his mother hired this woman?

Because she’s the best, they all said it. Just wait! You can’t afford for any of this to go wrong.

And you, ma'am? the waiter asked, inclining his head towards