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Authors: Carole Mortimer,Maisey Yates,Joss Wood

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Christmas With a Billionaire: Billionaire Under the Mistletoe\Snowed in With Her Boss\A Diamond for Christmas

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An embarrassment of riches: three sweet and sexy tales of
holiday romance!

Billionaire under the Mistletoe
by Carole Mortimer

When softhearted Sophie pulls off a last-minute Christmas
miracle for a family in crisis, she wins the gratitude—and heart—of wealthy Max
Hamilton. But at what cost?

Snowed in with Her Boss
by Maisey Yates

Dutiful Amelia is stranded on Christmas Eve. (Bad.) She’s at
a five-star Aspen resort. (Good!) She’s posing as her handsome boss’s
girlfriend. (So bad it’s good!) But is she pretending…or practicing with Luc
Chevalier?

A Diamond for Christmas
by Joss Wood

Headstrong Riley’s holiday run-in with hot gemstone tycoon
James Moreau is unsettling to say the least. But she soon discovers that the
only thing better than resisting temptation is finally giving in!

Praise for
USA TODAY
bestselling
author
Carole Mortimer

“Carole Mortimer dishes up outstanding reading
as she
blends dynamic characters, volatile scenes, superb chemistry and a wonderful
premise.”

RT Book
Reviews
on
Married by Christmas

“Mortimer’s portrayal of glitz and glamour…
feels like a
fun glimpse at the gossip pages, and readers will love her hero and heroine’s
constant battle of wills and heated lovemaking.”

RT Book Reviews
on
His Reputation Precedes
Him

Praise for
USA TODAY
bestselling author
Maisey Yates

“Can a couple with painful pasts find true love and a future
together? Set amidst royal splendor, Yates’ romance will wow readers with its
tender love scenes and original, quirky and empathetic characters.”

RT Book Reviews
on
His Majesty’s
Request

“Yates’ smooth dialogue and clever narrative will pull readers
in. These delightfully spirited, vulnerable characters will feel like friends by
the story’s end.”

RT Book
Reviews
on
The
Petrov Proposal

Praise for reader-favorite Joss Wood

“The passion between this couple has only intensified with
time.… Wood’s tortured hero is believable and compelling, and the story takes
readers
on
a passionate, emotional roller-coaster
ride.”

RT Book
Reviews
on
It
Was Only a Kiss

“Lu and Will have genuine chemistry with each other as they
navigate this crossroad in their lives, and the secondary characters are also
well-developed. The emotional highs and lows will keep readers
engaged.”

RT Book
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Too
Much of a Good Thing?

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Billionaire under the Mistletoe
by Carole Mortimer

Snowed in with Her Boss
by Maisey Yates

A Diamond for Christmas
by Joss Wood

Billionaire under the Mistletoe

Carole Mortimer

PROLOGUE


I
T

S
A
SIMPLE
enough request to make, surely, Sally? After all, you are my PA and— Why are you laughing?’

‘Wasn’t I meant to laugh?’

‘Hell, no!’

‘Then you were actually serious when you asked me to have Christmas delivered to your apartment by Friday morning?’

‘Does it look as if I’m joking, Sally?’

‘Oh.’

Sophie had arrived slightly early at Hamilton Tower for her lunch date with her cousin, Sally; she certainly hadn’t intended to find herself standing transfixed in the plush hallway outside her cousin’s office, inadvertently eavesdropping on Sally’s conversation with her boss, Max Hamilton, billionaire CEO of Hamilton Enterprises.

Although she understood Sally’s humour and disbelief: who on earth had Christmas delivered?

The super-rich Max Hamilton, apparently.

As far as Sophie was concerned, Christmas had always been a time of traditions, built up over years and years of family holidays spent together, with decorations kept and treasured by generation after generation.

Obviously, Max Hamilton had missed that particular memo...

Sophie knew from what Sally had told her that her cousin’s boss was something of a workaholic. Just as Sophie also knew, from reading about him in the tabloids, that the man appeared to play as hard as he worked, changing his women as often as he changed his no doubt designer label silk shirts—daily, if not twice a day.

Having seen photographs of him, Sophie wasn’t in the least surprised. Tall, dark and handsome didn’t even begin to describe the thirty-four-year-old owner and CEO of Hamilton Enterprises. With overlong and fashionably tousled dark hair, mesmerising green eyes, high cheekbones, sculptured lips above a strong jaw, he was sex on long, long legs.

He also had the most seductive voice Sophie had ever had the pleasure of listening to—a mixture of molasses and gravel, honey over satin, with just the right hint of husky.

Although the subject of his conversation still seemed slightly bizarre.

‘I thought you were going skiing this Christmas, as usual?’ Sally prompted uncertainly now, as she obviously realised her boss wasn’t joking, after all.

‘I was. Notice the past tense.’ Max Hamilton sighed, showing his irritation. ‘My sister and her husband are having marital problems, and she telephoned me last night to say she thinks it’s a good idea for her to join me in England for Christmas this year, along with my five-year-old niece, Amy.’

Ah, that explained part of his dilemma.

But not all of it.

Having Christmas delivered just seemed... Well, it was just wrong.

Admittedly, Sophie was spending her own Christmas alone this year, while her cousin, aunt and uncle went to Canada for two weeks so that they could all meet Sally’s in-laws-to-be. They had very kindly invited Sophie to accompany them, but she had preferred to stay in England and cat-sit for Henry, Sally’s spoilt but adorable pet.

There were very legitimate reasons why Sophie’s own Christmas was going to be so different this year, and it certainly wasn’t through choice. Max Hamilton just sounded as if he was too busy—or perhaps considered himself too important?—to trouble himself bothering to organise Christmas for his sister and niece.

Though, to his credit, he was changing his plans to suit his sister and his niece’s needs, and was no longer going skiing, as he apparently usually did, but he obviously had no idea how to go about providing the rest of Christmas for his small family.

‘Which reminds me, I’m also going to need more presents than the ones I already sent to them in the States,’ the man continued distractedly. ‘Lots of them. Under the tree, for Amy and my sister to unwrap on Christmas morning.’

Okay, now he had gone too far! I mean, really, couldn’t the man even be bothered to personally pick out the necessary presents for his niece, at least? A little girl who was no doubt already seriously emotionally distressed by her parents’ problems.

Obviously not.

‘And I’ll need a cook,’ Max Hamilton added.

‘A cook?’ Sally echoed slowly.

‘Well, I have no idea how to cook a Christmas lunch, and it doesn’t seem fair to ask Janice to cook for all of us when she’s so upset about the separation.’

‘You do remember that I’m flying to Canada the day after tomorrow?’ Sally reminded him softly.

‘I also know you’re the best damn PA in the world.’

Oh, yes, let’s try flattery when all else fails, Sophie noted disgustedly.

He might be ‘tall, dark and handsome’, and have a seductively sexy voice to go with it, but, from what Sophie had overheard, Max Hamilton was also manipulative. Clearly a man who believed, when all else failed, that he could charm his way out of a problem.

‘I know that and you know that,’ Sally answered him drily.

‘But...?’

‘But I have to admit, best PA in the world or not, that I have no idea how to even begin ordering Christmas to be delivered, let alone find someone to cook for you over Christmas at such short notice.’

‘Aren’t there party organisers, agencies, who provide this type of thing?’ Max Hamilton muttered irritably. ‘I don’t care what it costs, Sally, as long as it’s all in place by Christmas Eve, when Janice and Amy fly in to Heathrow.’

‘I’m not sure any amount of money can provide all of Christmas, and a cook, in just five days!’

Neither was Sophie. And it really was just all wrong, anyway.

Her own childhood Christmases had been a time of family and warmth, of those traditions so integral to the season. Her father had died in a car accident when she was nine, but that hadn’t stopped her mother from continuing with all the Christmas traditions that had been such a part of their lives prior to that; if anything, it had seemed even more important that she do so.

Even since her mother had become terminally ill four years ago the two of them had always made the best of the situation, putting up the decorations as usual and exchanging presents. Sophie had been the one to cook the traditional roast turkey dinner and Christmas pudding, alternate years with her aunt and uncle and Sally as their guests, and spending Christmas Day at their home with them on the intervening years.

Not so this year, as her mother had finally succumbed to her illness six months ago, which was why Sophie had been only too happy to distract herself this Christmas by house-sitting and taking care of Sally’s cat. But her aloneness was down to circumstances, rather than choice.

Max Hamilton obviously usually preferred to go skiing over the holidays, rather than spending time with his family. No doubt having his entertainment, food—and women!—provided for him, with as little inconvenience to himself as possible.

A modern-day Ebenezer Scrooge came to mind. The Scrooge who had yet to learn the true meaning of Christmas.

Did that mean that there might be some hope for Max Hamilton too—if he was also shown the true meaning of Christmas?

‘It’s been my experience that everything can be bought for the right price, Sally,’ he drawled cynically, almost as an answer to Sophie’s unvoiced question.

‘I’ll see what I can do.’

‘I knew I could rely on you!’

‘As no doubt I can rely on that huge bonus you’re going to put in my next pay cheque if I manage to pull this off,’ Sally came back drily.

‘What was that for?’ Sally sounded astonished now.

‘In honour of the season?’

‘Okay...’

Sophie waited until she heard a door close, no doubt the connecting door between her cousin’s office and Max Hamilton’s, before finally entering Sally’s office, easily noting the slightly dazed and flushed look on her cousin’s face as she sat behind her desk.

‘Did he just kiss you?’

‘I— Yes...’ Sally gave a rueful shake of her head as she touched her fingertips to her cheek.

Sophie instantly added
liberty-taker
to her list of Max Hamilton’s faults. Unless he thought, as Sally was engaged, it was safe to kiss her? The revolving door through which the women came, and as instantly went, in Max Hamilton’s life would seem to imply he had a problem with committing to one woman.

‘Did you hear any of that?’ Sally mused ruefully.

‘Only the highlights,’ Sophie answered drily. ‘And I don’t count that kiss as being amongst them!’ she added disapprovingly as she perched her denim-clad bottom on the edge of her cousin’s desk.

‘It was only on the cheek, so no big deal.’ Sally stood up to collect her coat and shoulder bag, ready for the two of them to head out to their lunch.

‘I’m not sure Josh would see it that way.’

Sally smiled affectionately at the mention of her fiancé and her thoughts turned to their planned wedding for next summer. ‘I’m more worried about how I’m supposed to have Christmas delivered to Max’s apartment by Friday, as well as a cook, than I am about Josh being in the least jealous of a grateful peck on the cheek from my boss.’

Sophie found herself thinking about her cousin’s dilemma, and five-year-old Amy’s Christmas too, as the two of them ate lunch together in the busy Italian bistro just down the road from Hamilton Tower. Max Hamilton obviously had absolutely no idea how to go about providing Christmas for his sister and the no doubt emotionally bewildered Amy.

‘I’ll do it,’ Sophie announced decisively as they waited for their bill to be delivered to the table.

Sally frowned as she looked up from searching for her purse in her handbag. ‘Do what?’

‘Organise and have Christmas delivered to your boss’s apartment.

‘And I’ll also cook for him and his family over the holidays.’

Her cousin stilled, her eyes wide. ‘Are you being serious?’

‘Why not?’ Sophie shrugged. ‘You obviously don’t really have the time to organise it, and I have nothing but time at the moment,’ she added gruffly. ‘Besides, it might be fun to organise a Christmas that apparently has an unlimited budget. You don’t look too sure about the idea?’ she prompted uncertainly as she saw her cousin’s frown.

‘Not because I don’t think you can do it, because I know you can,’ Sally assured her quickly. ‘It’s just—Did I ever tell you what a disaster it was a couple of years ago, when I allowed my friend Cathy, who had just been made redundant and needed the money, to stand in for me at the office while I went away on holiday?’

Sophie frowned in thought for a moment and then her brow cleared as she began to laugh. ‘As I recall, didn’t you tell me Cathy made a play for Max Hamilton that he took exception to?’

Sally rolled her eyes. ‘She didn’t just make a play for him—she very quickly decided that she wanted to be Mrs Max Hamilton. To the extent that she used to lie in wait for him when he arrived at the office every morning, her clothes becoming more and more daring in an effort to attract his attention! I almost got fired over it.’ She grimaced at the memory.

Sophie gave her cousin’s hand a reassuring pat. ‘Well, you can rest assured that I’m not in the least interested in attracting Max Hamilton’s attention, romantically or otherwise. With any luck, he will barely even know I’m there. Besides, there’s absolutely no reason why he needs to know the two of us are even related. We have different surnames, and he suggested you contact an agency, so why not let him just continue to think that’s what you did? That way, if anything should go wrong there won’t be any comeback on you.’

Sally chewed on her bottom lip, obviously tempted by the idea, but still feeling cautious after the disaster with her friend Cathy. ‘What about Henry?’

Sophie grinned at the mention of her cousin’s beloved cat. ‘I’ll be going back to your flat to sleep at night, and I can easily pop back during the day to feed him and whatever.’

‘You really are serious, aren’t you?’ Sally murmured wonderingly.

‘I really am.’ Sophie nodded.

The more she thought about it, the more Sophie found she liked the idea of ‘delivering’ Max Hamilton’s Christmas...

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