An Angel For The Tree
by Shelli Rosewarne
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Daniel is a modern day Scrooge, but when a beautiful angel shows up on his doorstep can he believe in a Christmas miracle?
Daniel Everett is having a bad day. Firstly, it's almost Christmas and he's convinced Scrooge had the right idea in the first place. Secondly, his latest nanny has left him to cope alone with his five year old daughter—and quite frankly he would rather deal with several cut-throat mergers before breakfast than one small child.
When the beautiful Laurel shows up on his doorstep she's a gift from heaven—literally! Unbeknown to him, Laurel is a real life angel and his carefully ordered life is about to be turned upside down. She's determined to help Daniel feel again and to reconnect with his daughter.
What neither of them bank on is the sparks that fly between them. As Laurel starts to thaw Daniel's icy exterior. Can he learn to trust again and start to believe in the impossible, and can they ever overcome the obstacles of coming from two separate worlds?
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About the author...
Shelli Rosewarne lives in Edinburgh with her long-suffering fiancé and slightly psycho cat. She always had a dream of being a writer but, like so many things, real life and paying the bills got in the way. She eventually realized that life is too short not to follow your dreams and a year later was signing her first contract with Breathless Press. When not writing she loves reading, music and photography.
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He was aimlessly roaming round the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Daniel froze. He wasn't expecting anyone, he never had business meetings at the house and he sure as hell didn't have personal visitors here. A frown crossed his face as he strode through the house, flung open the front door, and felt his breath hitch.
The woman standing there was stunning. Her hair was burnished gold, tumbling in thick curls. Her face had that rare kind of classical beauty, and her eyes were an unusual deep violet that almost looked like it couldn't be real. She was tiny and slender, but the belted coat she wore against the now heavy snow hinted at lush curves. She smiled at him, and a dimple peaked from her left cheek. Christ, she must be lost. Maybe a model. He'd dated some models in his time and while she didn't have the stick-thin figure that seemed to be in fashion at the moment, she put them all to shame.
"Daniel Everett?" Her voice was low, husky and Daniel was shocked to feel a surge of desire shoot through him.
'That's me," he replied, brisker then he'd intended, and the light in her eyes faded a little.
"I'm Laurel." She held out her hand and Daniel took it before thinking better of it.
The minute their palms touched he felt a jolt of electricity and jerked back as though she'd burnt him. He saw the brilliant eyes widen in shock and for a moment she looked uncertain, biting down on her lower lip, which only made his gaze attach to it more. He shook himself. Christ it must have been a while since he'd got laid if he was reacting like this to some random, albeit gorgeous, woman who showed up on his doorstep.
"So, what can I do for you?" He tried to make himself sound casual, but was well aware it didn't seem to be working.
She started slightly, as though she'd needed to collect herself, and those luminous eyes met his again. "I believe you need some help with your daughter."
Complete relief flooded through him, and he almost sagged from it. "You're from the agency? I thought they couldn't find anyone for at least three days? You know what, never mind, come in, please."
Daniel was almost giddy. Now he didn't need to try and negotiate the minefield that was his daughter—he could get back to work without distractions. As that thought crossed his mind he paused and eyed the new nanny. Was the cure going to be more of a distraction? He dismissed the thought. While he might know nothing about kids, he knew lots about women. The over-the-top reaction was just due to the stressful day and the fact he hadn't had a woman for a while. It would surely be simple enough to avoid her anyway. God knows he'd never had much to do with any of Rachel's nannies before.
"Come in," he repeated. "I'll introduce you to Rachel."