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  A sister’s betrayal

  When her flaky sister abruptly backs out of their surrogacy agreement, Ella McLeod is left with a newborn she’s in no position to care for. She’ll have to give the baby up for adoption. Enter Yevgeny Volkovoy—her sister’s bossy billionaire brother-in-law.

  Yevgeny won’t let a Volkovoy be raised by strangers; he wants custody now. How can Ella be so cold as to deny him? Even worse—why does this woman warm his steely heart? He may be staking his claim on the baby, but Ella may stake a counterclaim on his bachelorhood.

  “I’m The Mother. The Legal Birth Mother. I Get To Make The Decisions.”

  The eyes he’d been admiring only minutes earlier gleamed in a way that caused the hairs on the back of his neck to rise.

  “So I have the final say in who will adopt the baby,” she continued, “and it won’t be an arrogant, unmarried Russian millionaire!”

  “Billionaire,” he corrected gently, and watched her smolder even as his own anger bubbled.

  “The amount of money you have doesn’t change a darn thing. She’s going to a couple—a family who wants her, who will love her. That’s what I intended when I agreed to be a surrogate for Keira, and that’s what I still want for her. End of story.”

  A challenge had been issued. And he fully intended to meet it.

  Ruthlessly suppressing his own hot rage, he murmured, “Well then, it seems I’ll just have to get married.”

  It had been worth the temporary flare of temper. Yevgeny watched with supreme satisfaction as Ella’s mouth dropped open.

  War, Yevgeny suspected, had been declared.

  Dear Reader,

  Christmas should be a time of hope.

  When the year is drawing to a close, but the new year has not yet arrived, Christmas should be the time to spend with family and friends.

  But it doesn’t always happen that way. And that’s the case for Ella, the heroine of Staking His Claim, who looks all set to spend Christmas all by herself—yet she hasn’t even considered that she will be alone. She’s been too busy working to think much about her own happiness.

  Then a baby and a tall, dark hero called Yevgeny change everything. And poor Ella faces the hardest choices she’s ever had to make.

  For Ella and Yevgeny, Christmas becomes a time of hope, new beginnings—and a new life together.

  I hope you enjoy Ella and Yevgeny’s story as much as I enjoyed piecing it all together.

  Merry Christmas!

  With love,

  Tessa Radley

  www.tessaradley.com

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  Tessa Radley

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  TESSA RADLEY

  loves traveling, reading and watching the world around her. As a teen, Tessa wanted to be an intrepid foreign correspondent. But after completing a bachelor of arts degree and marrying her sweetheart, she became fascinated by law and ended up studying further and practicing as an attorney in a city firm.

  A six-month break spent traveling through Australia with her family rewoke the yen to write. And life as a writer suits her perfectly—traveling and reading count as research, and as for analyzing the world…well, she can think “what if?” all day long. When she’s not reading, traveling or thinking about writing, she’s spending time with her husband, her two sons or her zany and wonderful friends. You can contact Tessa through her website, www.tessaradley.com.

  For all my fabulous readers—it’s always wonderful to write a new book for you!

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Excerpt

  One

  “You’ve decided to do what?”

  It was Friday afternoon, the end of a grueling workweek, and Ella McLeod desperately wanted to put up her swollen feet...and relax.

  Instead, from the depths of the sofa in her town house living room, Ella bit back the rest of the explosive reaction that threatened to erupt. She hoped wildly that her sister’s next words would settle her world back on its axis so that the nasty jolt of shock reverberating through her system might just evaporate.

  As if the sight of Ella’s swollen belly prodded her conscience, Keira’s gaze skittered away and she had the good grace to look discomforted. “Dmitri and I have decided to go to Africa for a year.”

  Ella shifted to ease the nagging ache in her lower back that had started earlier at the law chambers. Keeping her attention fixed on her sister fidgeting on the opposite end of the sofa, she said, “Yes, I understood that part—you and Dmitri plan to work for an international aid charity.”

  Her younger sister’s gaze crept back, already glimmering with relief. “Oh, Ella, I knew you’d understand! You always do.”

  Not this time. Clearly Keira thought this was a done deal. It was rapidly becoming clear why Keira had dropped in this evening. And Ella had thought her sister’s anticipation about the baby’s imminent arrival had driven the surprise visit....

  How wrong she’d been!

  Gathering herself, Ella said slowly, “I don’t quite understand the rest. What about the baby?”

  The baby.

  The baby in her belly that Keira had been so desperate for. Keira’s baby. A baby girl. Keira and Dmitri had been present at the twenty-week ultrasound when the baby’s sex had been revealed. Afterward the pair had gone shopping to finish buying furnishings for a nursery suitable for a baby girl.

  Yet now that very same baby girl suddenly appeared to have ceased to be the focus of her sister’s universe.

  “Well—” Keira wet her lips “—obviously the baby can’t come with.”

  It wasn’t obvious at all.

  “Why not?” Ella wasn’t letting Keira wriggle out of her responsibilities so easily. Not this time. This wasn’t the course of expensive French lessons Keira had grown tired of...or the fledgling florist business that Ella had sunk money into so that Keira would have a sat
isfying career when the one she’d chosen had become impossible. This was the baby Keira had always dreamed of one day having.

  When Keira bit her lip and tears welled up in her eyes, a familiar guilt consumed Ella. Before she could relent—as she always did—she said, “Keira, there’s no reason why the baby can’t go with you. I’m sure you’ll find people in Africa will have babies.”

  The tears swelled into big, shiny drops. “What if the baby becomes ill? Or dies? Ella, it’s not as if this is a five-star beach resort. This is aid work in a poverty-stricken part of Africa.”

  Refusing to be drawn into her sister’s dramatics, Ella leaned forward and tore a tissue from the box on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa, then passed it to Keira.

  “Do you even know what kind of infrastructure exists? You could ask whether a baby would be safe.” But Ella suspected she was fighting a losing battle when Keira failed to answer. She tried again. “If it’s so unsafe, then what about your own health? Your safety? Have you and Dmitri thought this through? Do you really want to be living in a war zone?”

  “It’s not a war zone,” Keira denied hotly. The tears had miraculously evaporated without a dab from the tissue that drifted to the carpet. “Credit me with some sense. It’s Malawi. The country is stable—the people are friendly. It’s poverty and illiteracy that we will be fighting.”

  So much for Keira’s claim that it would be impossible to take a child there. But Ella knew she’d lost the battle; Keira had already made up her mind—the baby was not going with her.

  “So what will happen to the baby?”

  Silence.

  Keira’s eyes turned pleading, just like those of Patches, the beloved spaniel from their childhood.

  “No! It is not staying with me.” Ella made it a statement. A firm statement. The kind she used when delivering an ultimatum to opposing counsel.

  Keira opened her mouth.

  The baby chose that moment to kick.

  Ella squeezed her eyes shut and suppressed a gasp at the hard jab against her ribs. Perspiration pricked at her forehead. She rubbed her side.

  Thrusting the pain away, she opened her eyes and said to her sister, “Have you spoken to Jo about your new plans?” Ella suspected Jo Wells, the social worker who had been involved in helping arrange the paperwork side of the adoption for Keira and Dmitri, would be as floored as she was by Keira’s change of heart.

  “Dmitri is right. We’re too young to become parents,” Keira said, sidestepping Ella’s question. “We haven’t even been married a year.”

  Drawing a deep breath, Ella said slowly, “A bit late to come to the conclusion that you’re not ready to be parents.”

  Nine months too late to be precise.

  Ella patted her own swollen stomach and watched mercilessly as Keira flushed.

  “This baby is due next week. All your life you wanted to get married, start a family...that’s why you did an early childcare course.” It was why Ella was now stuck across the sofa from her sister like a stranded whale with a bulging belly. “How can you walk away from your child now?”

  She had a nasty suspicion that she knew what—or rather, who—was behind the change of heart. Dmitri’s big brother. Yevgeny Volkovoy.

  Bossy big brother. Billionaire. Bigot.

  Ella couldn’t stand the man. He’d been furious to discover that Dmitri had gotten married without his say-so. He’d caused poor Keira endless tears with his terrifying tirades. Only by signing a post-nuptial agreement that allowed Keira the barest of maintenance in the case of divorce, and skewed everything in favor of the Volkovoy dynasty had Keira escaped his ire. Ella’d had a fit when she’d learned about the contract—and her alarm had grown when she read the terms. But by then it had been too late. The marriage was a done deal.

  And Keira hadn’t asked her for her expertise...or her help.

  Of course, Yevgeny hadn’t been in favor of the baby plan, either. Ella had known from the moment he’d switched to Russian. Dmitri had gone bright red—clearly he’d been less happy with Big Brother’s opinions.

  Now it sounded like Big Brother had finally gotten his way and managed to persuade Dmitri that he wasn’t ready to become a parent.

  Shifting again to ease her body’s increasing discomfort, Ella tried to stem the emotions that were swirling around inside her. Disbelief. Confusion. The beginnings of anger. None of this cocktail of emotions could be good for the baby. And, even though Ella had never had any intentions of having her own child, she’d taken great care of this one. She’d eaten well—going to great lengths to cut out her four-cups-a-day coffee habit—she’d even shortened her workday and made certain she’d been in bed by ten o’clock each night. She’d even taught herself to meditate so that the baby wouldn’t be contaminated by her stressful workday thoughts.

  All because she’d wanted to make sure the baby was perfect. Her gift to Keira.

  A gift Keira was now returning. Unborn, rather than unwrapped.

  How did one return a baby, for heaven’s sake? A baby that was a week away from becoming a live person?

  Which brought Ella to...

  “You’re not leaving for Africa before the baby is born.” She made it a statement. “There will be decisions that have to be made before you go.”

  Panic turned Keira’s eyes opaque. “No! I can’t.”

  “What do you mean you can’t?”

  “I can’t handle those decisions. We’ve already booked our tickets. You’ll need to make the arrangements.”

  “Me?” Drawing a deep shuddering breath, Ella went cold. “Keira, this is a baby we’re talking about—you can’t just walk away.”

  Her sister’s gaze dropped pointedly to Ella’s very round stomach. “You’re still the legal mother—the adoption doesn’t kick in until twelve days after the baby’s born. You know that, Ella. Because you told me so yourself.”

  Of course she knew it. Knowing stuff like that was part of her job as one of the most respected family lawyers in Auckland. But the knowledge was only just starting to sink in that Keira was planning to leave her holding the baby!

  “Oh, no!” Shaking her head, Ella said emphatically, “The only reason I lent you my body was so that you could have the baby you always dreamed of having. This is your dream, Keira. Your baby.” My nightmare. Then, in case it hadn’t sunk in, she added pointedly, “Yours and Dmitri’s.”

  “It’s your egg.”

  “Only because you can’t—” Ella bit off the words she’d been about to utter.

  Too late.

  Keira had gone white.

  Driven by remorse, Ella propelled her colossal self from the sofa and reached for Keira. Her sister was as stiff as a wooden block in her arms. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “It’s the truth.” Keira’s voice was flat. “I don’t have eggs or a uterus—I can’t have children.”

  “So why—” Ella almost bit her tongue off. She tightened her hold around her sister.

  “Don’t worry, you can ask. No, I’ll ask for you. ‘Why are you doing this? Why are you going to Africa without the baby?’ That’s what you really want to know, isn’t it?”

  Ella inclined her head.

  “I’m not sure I can explain.” Keira shrugged out of her hold.

  Given no choice, Ella let her sister go.

  While Keira gathered her thoughts, Ella became aware of the stark silence that stretched to the breaking point betw
een them across the length of the sofa. A silent divide. It might as well have been the blue-green of the Indian Ocean that stretched beyond Australia all the way to Africa that yawned between them...because her sister had already retreated mentally farther than the arm’s length that separated them.

  Then Keira started to speak. “This is something both Dmitri and I have to do.” The blank, flat stare she fixed on Ella was a little unnerving. “I have to find myself, Ella. Find out who I am. All my life I wanted to teach little children—and have my own houseful of kids at home.” Her eyes grew more bleak. “But things didn’t go according to plan.”

  “Keira—”

  “I loved my job at Little Ducks Center—”

  “Keira.” The pain in her sister’s voice was unbearable. “Don’t!”

  But Keira carried on as if she hadn’t heard. “I couldn’t work there after the car accident...after I found out the truth—that there never would be any babies.”

  “Oh, honey—”

  Keira ducked away from Ella’s enfolding arms.

  An unwelcome sense of rejection filled Ella. Followed by emptiness. Instantly she scolded herself for her selfishness. She shouldn’t feel hurt. Keira was suffering.

  Yet, despite all her empathy for her sister, the most important question still remained unanswered: What about the baby? The baby I helped create to fulfill your dream? “But Keira, you will have a baby now—and you have a husband who loves you.”

  Wasn’t that enough?

  Eyes softening, Keira admitted, “Yes, I was very, very fortunate to find Dmitri.”

  Ella hadn’t been so sure of that in the beginning. In fact, she’d foreseen nothing but heartbreak ahead for her sister. The arrival of Yevgeny Volkovoy in Auckland had been big news. Not satisfied with inheriting millions from the hotel empire his father had built up, the Russian had expanded the dynasty by building up the best river cruise operation in Russia. In the past few years he’d expanded into ocean cruise liners. With the planned expansion of Auckland’s cruise ship terminal, it was not surprising to learn that Yevgeny intended to secure Auckland as a voyage destination. What had been surprising had been learning through the newspapers that the Russian had fallen in love with New Zealand—and planned to relocate himself permanently. He’d sent his brother to New Zealand to secure corporate offices and staff them for Volkovoy Cruising’s new base. At first Ella had been less than impressed with the younger Volkovoy. With all the Volkovoy money Dmitri threw around, Ella had considered him spoiled and irresponsible. Nothing fortunate in that. Yet there was no doubt that he loved her sister...and thankfully he’d lost that reckless edge that had worried Ella so much at first. But heading off to Africa without the baby was not the right thing for Keira.