This Christmas we’re all getting exactly what we didn’t know we needed… But maybe Santa knew better than us all.
Candy I should have known better, but I was naïve. He was supposed to be my best friend, the person there for me whenever the rug was pulled out from under me. The one doing all the right things to help me. If only I’d known he was the one ripping that rug out from under me all along. Before I could see I was trapped in a game of revenge between powerful families, I was already carrying his baby, or...
This Christmas we’re all getting exactly what we didn’t know we needed… But maybe Santa knew better than us all.
Candy I should have known better, but I was naïve. He was supposed to be my best friend, the person there for me whenever the rug was pulled out from under me. The one doing all the right things to help me. If only I’d known he was the one ripping that rug out from under me all along. Before I could see I was trapped in a game of revenge between powerful families, I was already carrying his baby, or so I thought. Finding out the baby I agreed to surrogate is not only mine, but also not his at all, I do the only thing I can think of. I run straight to the man who is now my baby daddy… little does he know.
Hollis When I left the city life behind after an accident, I wouldn’t have guessed that the small town of New Hope could give even the grumpiest man some Christmas spirit. This town has a mind of its own and some say Christmas magic. I growled and pushed the townspeople away; they in turn made me their mayor. Now my mother insists on me throwing a holiday party for the whole town in celebration. I should’ve known my mother had an ulterior motive. It’s not shocking that she tried to hook me up with the party planner. But this time I was prepared and came up with a plan of my own. I tell them all I’m engaged to my assistant, thinking that should do the trick, but what the town and my mother want, they get. When the sweetest Christmas treat of a girl ends up on my doorstep, it’s already too late. She thinks I’m engaged, and I think she’s the party planner carrying another man’s baby.
Either way, by Christmas morning, I’ll be making sure both are mine.
