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This was an engagement ring—no question. Tears immediately came to her eyes, and she clamped a hand over her mouth.

“I’d been thinking about what ring I’d get you since Christmas, and when I saw this ring in the window of an amazing little jewelry store in Paris, I knew it was the one. I picked it up just this morning after having it sized locally. Originally, I’d planned to propose next Christmas, to make it sentimental and all, but dammit, I can’t wait any longer. Amelia, my love. I want to travel the world with you, love you, and grow old with you until the day we die. Will you marry me?”

A laugh rocketed out of her, and she jumped up and down a couple of times, squealing. “Yes! Of course! Yes!”

Josh surged to his feet, his lips against hers faster than the first tear could spill from her eyes. The tenderness of his proposal swept through her, the thoughtful touches making her even more emotional. The unplanned nature of it. The location. The fact that it was here, in the room where it had begun for them as a couple.

This man was made for her.

And she’d go anywhere, do anything, as long as she was by his side.

END OF THE BILLIONAIRE’S CHRISTMAS FIANCÉE

CHRISTMAS WITH THE DENTON BILLIONAIRES BOOK ONE

BLURB

Plans for the perfect Christmas didn’t include falling in love…

Jules Cardwell is in trouble. After her boss suddenly leaves, Jules finds herself in charge of planning the legendary Denton Hotel Christmas gala. Now, she must prove to her new billionaire boss, Mitch Denton, that she has what it takes to pull off the impossible. Which means she can’t allow herself to get distracted by how handsome he is—all brooding charm in a well-tailored suit.

Mitch knows that as the freshly appointed CEO he’ll be judged by the success of the hotel’s most ambitious Christmas gala ever. The last thing he needs is a newbie event planner—especially not a gorgeous one, like Jules. He can’t afford to let his growing feelings for her derail his future.

But when the two discover a real baby inside the hotel’s nativity scene, they’ll have to team up to look after the adorable infant as the gala looms. Forced together in the hotel’s luxury penthouse with a storm bearing down, Mitch and Jules are about to discover that all they want for Christmas…may just be each other.

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MITCH

Sunday

Emergency Alert: The National Weather Service has issued a winter storm warning for portions of New York City, which is in effect from 1 PM Sunday top 1 PM EST Wednesday. Expected accumulations to reach 5 to 6 feet in some areas with higher amounts possible. Impacts: Roads and bridges will become slick making travel hazardous. Snowfall may be heavy at times. Exercise extreme caution if travel is necessary.

Mitch Denton stared at the emergency alert on his phone and fumed. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“Pardon, sir?”

He looked up to see Patrick, his assistant general manager, standing in front of him, and he shook his head, frowning as he scrolled through the complete weather alert. “Looks like we’re in for another storm. Anyone who has family or must get home should leave now.”

“Most already have or they’ve called in,” Patrick informed him, scrolling through something on his iPad. “Unfortunately, that means only about twenty percent are still on the clock. Do you want me to call around to see if anyone else can make it in?”

If Patrick had asked Mitch’s father the same question, he would have told him that everyone was to come in or they could consider themselves unemployed. But that wasn’t how Mitch worked. Shaking his head. “Not yet. If the weather doesn’t clear as planned, then we’ll need to make some phone calls. For now, we’ll do what we can. But what about you? Won’t your husband be worried about you?”

Patrick smiled. “Lance is in Connecticut with the twins visiting his mother this weekend. I’ve already texted him, and he agrees that it would be best if I stayed here instead of taking the train as planned. So I’ll be sticking around.”

Mitch didn’t try to hide his relief. He would never expect any of his employees to stay and work given the potential intensity of the incoming storm, but the hotel was busy with guests arriving for the holidays and he needed as many people working as possible.

“Thank you. Please make sure we have enough rooms set aside for anyone who might not be able to make it home after their shift.”

“Already done.” Patrick’s iPad pinged and he looked down at it. “If there’s nothing else?”

Before Mitch could dismiss him, a loud crash followed by a screech echoed across the lobby. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“What the hell was that?” Mitch looked at Patrick, who was already trying to figure out where it came from. Another loud crash followed by something breaking. “Sounds like the ballroom where they’re supposed to be setting up for the gala. Let’s go.”

Mitch and Patrick followed the noise and came across two women wearing shirts with “Big Apple Events” emblazoned across them. Other than the matching shirts, the two couldn’t have been more different. The one holding her hand against her chest was all softness, and the way her curves filled out her clothes made his mouth dry. The other stood there stiffly with her hands on her hips. Based on what was coming out of her mouth, she was the one making all the noise.

“Why are you doing it like that? I told you what I wanted,” she screeched again, apparently not caring how well her voice was carrying.

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