Raye Morgan - The Boss's Baby Mistake

“You’ve got a baby boy coming in two months, and I know you want to make sure he gets here in good shape.”

Gayle stared at him, frowning. He was practically a stranger. And yet he knew all about her situation, even the sex of the baby she was carrying. No one but the clinic doctors should know about what had happened. So how had Jack Marin known about her case?

Gayle wet her lips with her tongue and took a deep breath. “Mr. Marin…”

“Call me Jack.”

“Jack…” She studied him, trying to get some answers from reading his face. But that wasn’t easy. He merely cocked one dark eyebrow in amusement.

She blinked at him, totally at sea. “Jack, who, exactly, are you?”

His ebony-eyed gaze held hers. “Why, Gayle, I thought you knew. I’m the father of your baby.”

Dear Reader,

As senior editor for the Silhouette Romance line, I’m lucky enough to get first peek at the stories we offer you each month. Each editor searches for stories with an emotional impact, that make us laugh or cry or feel tenderness and hope for a loving future. And we do this with you, the reader, in mind. We hope you continue to enjoy the variety each month as we take you from first love to forever….

Susan Meier’s wonderful story of a hardworking single mom and the man who sweeps her off her feet is Cinderella and the CEO. In The Boss’s Baby Mistake, Raye Morgan tells of a heroine who accidentally gets inseminated with her new boss’s child! The fantasy stays alive with Carol Grace’s Fit for a Sheik as a wedding planner’s new client is more than she bargained for….

Valerie Parv always creates a strong alpha hero. In Booties and the Beast, Sam’s the strong yet tender man. Julianna Morris’s lighthearted yet emotional story Meeting Megan Again reunites two people who only seem mismatched. And finally Carolyn Greene’s An Eligible Bachelor has a very special secondary character—along with a delightful hero and heroine!

Next month, look for our newest ROYALLY WED series with Stella Bagwell’s The Expectant Princess. Marie Ferrarella astounds readers with Rough Around the Edges—her 100 thtitle for Silhouette Books! And, of course, there will be more stories throughout the year chosen just for you.

Happy reading!

Mary-Theresa Hussey

Senior Editor

To Marie Ferrarella.

Look under “friend” in the dictionary. I’m having your name inserted as the first definition.

has spent almost two decades, while writing over 50 novels, searching for the answer to that elusive question: just what is that special magic that happens when a man and a woman fall in love? Every time she thinks she has the answer, a new wrinkle pops up, necessitating another book! Meanwhile, after living in Holland, Guam, Japan and Washington, D.C., she currently makes her home in Southern California with her husband and two of her four boys.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

The voices were swirling around Gayle Smith, and at first they didn’t make any sense. She frowned, trying to get this straight. The baby she was carrying wasn’t her late husband’s? How could this be?

“We are so sorry, Mrs. Smith. Nothing like this has ever happened here at Jollaire Medical Labs before.”

She shook her head, as though she could shake some sense into it. They had to be wrong. This was impossible. But the faces that stared down at her all had such worried looks on them.

“The lab assistant involved has been fired….”

“If you would please sign this release form and…”

She winced and pulled back. The doctors were crowding her. She’d dealt with most of them over the long weeks of attempting to get pregnant, and she’d liked them all. They’d seemed caring and friendly. They’d been especially compassionate when her husband had died suddenly and left her alone to follow through on the childbearing plans they’d laid together. But now these people looked like strangers.

And she was alone. Without her husband here beside her to help make sense of this, without anyone in her corner, she felt badgered and isolated. A deep, lonesome feeling filled her soul, the same feeling she remembered from her childhood when she’d often been left alone in the isolated Alaskan cabin where she’d been raised. She winced and put her hands protectively over the rounded belly that held her child, fighting back that familiar feeling of desolation.

“We’re here to help you in any way we can….”

She took a deep breath, steadying herself. This was no time to panic. She raised her hand automatically to smooth back her auburn curls, and the short, very round man in front of her flinched, as though he expected to be hit.

She stared at him. They had done something terrible. And now, what did they want from her?

“Please sign this form, right here by the X.”

The voices were becoming more insistent, but this was no time to sign forms and make decisions. She could hardly think clearly. She had to get away from them all so she could think this through.

She rose from her chair, headed for the door and stumbled from the room, resisting their efforts to stop her.

A mistake. The words echoed in her head. A mistake. A mistake.

It didn’t make sense. Things like this just didn’t happen. No matter how they tried to explain it to her, she couldn’t quite get her mind around it. This had to be—ha!—a mistake.

She almost released a slightly hysterical laugh, but she didn’t get a chance to, because there was a great big man with very wide shoulders standing in her way. She looked up at him, blinking as she tried to make him out, because at first his face was obscured by the light spiking in from the bank of windows behind him, creating a halo effect.

“Mrs. Smith?” the man was saying, looking down at her.

His face came into focus. She looked at him blankly, uncomprehending. He wasn’t wearing a white coat and she didn’t remember having seen him here before, so she didn’t think he was one of the doctors. Was he going to apologize for the mistake, too?

Maybe not. He didn’t look as scared as the others did. In fact, he was gazing at her with dark eyes that gleamed with a certain calm confidence, a sense of assurance she only wished she had at the moment.

He took her hand in both of his, as though to comfort and protect her. His touch was solid, strong, and it filled her with a sense of warmth.

“Mrs. Smith, I’d like to help you. My name is Jack Marin.”

Jack Marin. The name was not familiar, but his eyes were kind as they met hers. That was good enough for her right now. Besides that, she thought with a small, guilty thrill, he was awfully good-looking. That never hurt.

“Mr. Marin!” One of the men in the white coats was yelling at him, his face turning red from the effort, his voice getting louder and louder. “This is highly irregular! You shouldn’t have any contact with this woman!”