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December 2015
UK Release
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December 2015
North America Release
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His Christmas Countess

Grant Rivers is a man with a secret guilt and dark past. He’s the heir to a title he has no desire to inherit, because that means the death of his grandfather, and a duty to marry to give his much-loved son a mother. He expects to deal with the grief and the duty and to keep his secrets, but his plans are thrown to the winds when, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a young woman giving birth in a ruined bothy in the Scottish Borders.

Kate Harding has her secrets too, but all she is concerned about now is her baby’s safety. She’s alone, she’s terrified, and this serious, handsome man is a complete stranger – but she has to trust him because there is no-one else. When his gallantry leads him to marry her under Scottish law, she accepts, for her child’s sake – and discovers too late that she is now a countess, a step-mother and the wife of a man who not only shuts off his thoughts and his secrets from her but who threatens to expose her own frightening past.

It will take two Christmases for Grant and Kate to build their marriage and to deal with the demons from their past.

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"Allen charms readers with an engaging holiday romance full of warm humor, passion and poignant second chances. In the second instalment of the lords of disgrace quartet, Allen deftly pulls fans into the glittering world of Englandís elite." —Romantic Times

 

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He eased around the splintered jamb of the inner door to scan the single living room. It was shadowed and empty, a glance showed a broken chair, a scattered pile of mouldy straw, an overturned table, cobwebs and shadows. There was that soft, desperate sound again and the scent of fear was stronger here. Caution discarded, he took three strides across the earth floor and pulled away the table, the only hiding place.

It did not take several years of medical training to tell him that he was looking at a woman in labour, and a desperate one at that. Of all the medical emergencies he might have confronted, this was the one from his nightmares. Literally. Her gaze flickered from his face to the knife in his hand as she scrabbled back into the straw.

‘Go away.’ Her voice was thready, defiant, there was blood around her mouth and on the back of the hand resting protectively on the mound of her belly. She had bitten her fist in an attempt to muffle her cries. His stomach lurched at the sight. ‘One step more and I’ll –’

‘Deposit a baby on my boots?’ He slid the knife back into its sheath, made himself smile and saw her relax infinitesimally at his light tone. When he tossed his low-crowned hat onto the chair, exposing the rakish bandage across his forehead, she tensed again.

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ Her voice was English, educated, out of place in this hovel. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again the effort to stay focused and alert was palpable. ‘This baby is never coming out.’

‘First one?’ Grant knelt beside her. ‘I’m a doctor, it is going to be all right, trust me.’ There’s two lies to begin with – how many more will I need? I’m not qualified, I’ve never delivered a baby, and I have no idea whether anything is going to be all right. He had, however, delivered any number of foals. Between theoretical knowledge, practical experience of female anatomy and years of managing a breeding stables, he would be better than nothing. But this child had better hurry up and get born because he was trapped here until it was.

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