Not even the cute brunette who links him to the baby in her arms can crack his icy heart.A baby on the doorstep is the least of Hannah Woods’s problems—she has to find the baby’s uncle, or the child will end up in foster care. She sleuths her way to the reclusive CEO’s doorstep only to find six feet of holiday sexy—and a door slammed in her face. But when Jackson comes around and urges they marry for little Emily’s sake, Hannah finds herself falling for the jaded billionaire and wishing for a holiday miracle of their own…

    Five months ago, she met an irresistible man and made a very dumb mistake. She knows that a random hookup won’t want to be saddled with a baby and she’s way too vulnerable in this state to be rejected. Keeping a baby from the daddy might seem wrong, but it’s the best way to protect herself and her child for now. Oliver wants answers. Five months ago, he met the woman of his dreams, took her up to his hotel room, made love to her until they both passed out only to wake up alone. He’s hired private investigators but with no last name or photographs, his hookup has remained a mystery. And he doesn’t like mysteries. Or surprises. Oliver knows Madeleine is the one for him. When he finally finds her, he’s determined to keep her...even if the father of the child isn’t him.

    In the morning she disappears and he has no memory of her or the night. Four years later he runs into her…and his twins.December 2012Luca:It's morning. I'm in a strange hotel room. I vaguely remember returning last night after hitting the bar downstairs, but there's something else prickling at the recesses of my mind.***Four Years LaterI see a figure off in the distance, it sparks something in my mind I don't know what, I don't know this person; do I?As I draw closer my breath speeds up, my skin prickles and the hairs on my arm stand on end. I grow light headed, you turn around, your eyes grow round and then you try to hide behind your golden brown hair."Mommy there..."Wait you have a kid, who are you, why do you seem so familiar...the kid, why does he look...I stop in my tracks, I know that face I see it every morning in the mirror."Momma..."I turn my head to this new interruption, there's another one, a little girl...I look at you as the pieces start to fall into place.It all comes flooding back, that night I wasn't too sure of, that night that has haunted me for nearly four years almost to the day. The dream I've been chasing. But it wasn't a dream, it was real, you are real."Who are you?"