The Billionaire's Christmas Proposal

By: Victoria James

 (Billionaire For Christmas #2),

She’s everything he wants for Christmas…

Social worker Allison Barrington’s home went up in smoke, literally, a month before Christmas. Now the guardian of her teenage sister and a crazy pup, she shows up on the doorstep of the only man in the city she can trust. Resisting Ethan Dane had never been easy, but luckily, Allie isn’t into cutthroat playboy businessmen. And Ethan is as driven as they come.

Ethan Dane has wanted Allie since the moment he laid eyes on her at their best friends’ wedding. Having her in his home is the perfect chance to prove to her that their chemistry can’t be denied, but when he finds out that the biggest business coup of his career means destroying the youth center where Allie works, Ethan is forced to decide what kind of man he wants to be…

To my readers,

Without all of you, this book wouldn’t be possible. Because of your support I was given the opportunity to write this follow-up to my very first book, The Billionaire’s Christmas Baby. Both these books hold a very special place in my heart and I hope The Billionaire’s Christmas Proposal will fill your heart with all the magic of the season.

Wishing you and yours the very best holiday season.


Chapter One

It was the worst day of her life.

Okay, so maybe not the worst. Maybe the second-worst day…no…well, it was definitely the worst day this month. Allison Barrington squinted at what remained of her apartment building, her eyes burning from the smoke. The orange blaze of the fire had mostly died down to an eerie gray smoke. It was still dark despite it being morning, but the red glare from the fire trucks and ambulances lit the sky, and the rush of emergency personnel buzzed around them.

“What a freaking disaster.” No truer words had ever been spoken. Said words were uttered by her eternally sarcastic teenaged sister and roommate.

She turned to look at Danielle. “At least no one was hurt,” she said, pleased that she could actually muster up something positive to say. It was all they had left, really. She glanced down at her dog, Captain Hook, who was currently peeing beside a lamppost.

“Hook,” she said, giving his leash a gentle, but authoritative, pull. He looked up at her, his one eye locking onto hers before obediently ambling over. The eye patch on the other side had a smudge of soot on it. Deciding she needed to act confident and reassuring, she put her arm around her sister’s shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay, Dani.”

“You say that about everything. This is not going to be okay. We have no apartment, no clothes, and seriously”—she paused to give Allison a once-over—“you are in desperate need of something else to wear. If this entire situation weren’t so disastrous, I’d be humiliated for you. I mean, really Allie, flannel reindeer jammies and that ratty U of T sweater? Ugh. And that coat? At least button it up.”

Allison didn’t need to look down at herself to know what she looked like. But it was eight o’clock in the morning, and she hadn’t been planning on standing outside in the crowded street while wearing it. She looked over at her sister, noting she was already decked out for the day. “Why are you dressed? The fire alarm went off at three a.m.”

Her sister blushed slightly. “I was just—”

“Sneaking in, even though you promised me you’d be home by ten?”

Their conversation was interrupted as two young police officers walked toward them. “What a missed opportunity this is for you,” Dani whispered in her ear. “Men in uniform everywhere, and you’re standing here looking like a troll with a degenerate dog.”

Captain Hook lifted his leg close to Dani. You couldn’t ask for more loyalty than that.

“Gross!” she yelled, backing up a few steps. “So what are we going to do? Where are we going to stay?”

That was the million dollar question. She hadn’t bothered getting renter’s insurance, which meant everything would have to be replaced at her own expense. And yeah, she didn’t have anything of huge value, and she wasn’t on the brink of broke, so she could slowly replace things—key word being slow.

After a quick chat with the police and providing them with her contact info, she looked over at her younger sister.

“So now what? I’m not going back to Mom’s.”

No, of course they couldn’t go there. Their mother was a train wreck, and they’d probably end up giving her money instead of the other way around. When she’d taken Dani out of there a few years ago, she’d promised her she wouldn’t ever have to go back.

“What about the shelter?”

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