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A WEDDING IN DECEMBER
This funny, charming and heartwarming new Christmas novel is USA TODAY bestselling author Sarah Morgan at her festive best!
In the snowy perfection of Aspen, the White family gathers for youngest daughter Rosie’s whirlwind Christmas wedding. First to arrive are the bride’s parents, Maggie and Nick. Their daughter’s marriage is a milestone they are determined to celebrate wholeheartedly, but they are hiding a huge secret of their own: they are on the brink of divorce. After living apart for the last six months, the last thing they need is to be trapped together in an irresistibly romantic winter wonderland.
Rosie’s older sister, Katie, is also dreading the wedding. Worried that impulsive, sweet-hearted Rosie is making a mistake, Katie is determined to save her sister from herself! If only the irritatingly good-looking best man, Jordan, would stop interfering with her plans…
Bride-to-be Rosie loves her fiancé but is having serious second thoughts. Except everyone has arrived—how can she tell them she’s not sure? As the big day gets closer, and emotions run even higher, this is one White family Christmas none of them will ever forget!
The road curved through a narrow valley. Huge walls of granite and limestone rose steeply, silver gray and stark, mostly too steep to hold the snow. Patches of white clung to the less vertiginous sections, and coated the trees.
“This is an impressive place.”
“Welcome to Glenwood Canyon.”
“I can’t imagine how they built this road through the mountains.”
“It was a compromise between the engineers and the environmentalists. It’s one of the main routes through the Rocky Mountains. That’s the Colorado River right there.”
It was spectacular.
She gazed out of the window at the soaring walls of the canyon. There was something soothing about being in a warm car, looking out at the snowy mountains outside. Her life felt distant, too far away to be more than a niggle of anxiety. For once she had no responsibility, no one relying on her judgment. Jordan was a good driver, confident, not flashy. Not that she had any intention of telling him that. She was a feeling he was a man who already had the true measure of his worth.
“Does this road ever get blocked in winter?”
“It can have its tricky moments. There’s a rest area up ahead at Grizzly Creek. We’ll stop there for a short time. Are you hungry?”
She discovered that she was.
After a hastily eaten snack she headed down to the water with him, her hands wrapped around the drink he’d bought her. The air was fresh and cold, the mountains rising straight up from the river. Snow clung to boulders and the water bubbled past patches of ice.
“I bet that water is cold.”
“Icy.” He stood, legs spread, hands thrust into his pockets. “Dan and I used to spend our summers rafting on this river. Further downriver you have the Shoshone rapids—Tombstone, The Wall and Maneater.”
“Funny, none of those names are tempting me to ask you to take me white-water rafting. I can’t think why.”
“Come back in the summer and I’ll take you. I think you’d enjoy it.”
“What makes you think that? Do I look sporty?”
“No, you look tense. And clinging to the side of a raft while you’re being thrown around in wild water surrounded by breathtaking scenery is a good way of making you forget everything except the moment.”
“I’m going to have to take your word for it.”
“You’re missing out on a real adrenaline rush. It’s pretty thrilling.”
She took a sip of coffee, feeling the warmth spread from the cup to her fingers. London, with its gray skies and rain, seemed like a long way away. For the first time in a while she felt half-human. “Thanks but I think I’d prefer to get my thrills elsewhere.”
He finished his coffee. “You shouldn’t be afraid of adventure.”
“Who says I’m afraid?”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sarah Morgan is a USA Today and Sunday Times bestselling author of
romance and women’s fiction. She has sold over 18 million copies of her
books and her work has received starred reviews from Publishers Weekly,
Library Journal and Booklist.
Sarah lives near London, England with her family and when she isn’t
writing or reading, she likes to spend time outdoors hiking or riding
her mountain bike.
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COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
Hearts are lighter and wishes burn a little brighter at Christmas…
Elizabeth Hamilton has been lost. Trapped in a tangle of postpartum
depression and grief after the death of her beloved parents, she
couldn’t quite see the way back to her husband and their two beautiful
kids…until a car accident stole away her memories and changed her life.
And when she finally remembered the sound of little Cassie’s laugh, the
baby powder smell of Bridger and the feel of her husband’s hand in hers,
Elizabeth worried that they’d moved on without her. That she’d missed
too much. That perhaps she wasn’t the right mother for her kids or wife
for Luke, no matter how much she loved them.
But now, seven years later, Luke finds her in a nearby town and
brings Elizabeth back home to the family she loves, just in time for
Christmas. And being reunited with Luke and her children is better than
anything Elizabeth could have imagined. As they all trim the tree and
bake cookies, making new holiday memories, Elizabeth and Luke are drawn
ever closer. Can the hurt of the past seven years be healed over the
course of one Christmas season and bring the Hamiltons the gift of a new
closed with emotions, regret and sorrow and guilt. She had to clear them away
to speak. “Why…why didn’t you try to have me legally declared dead?”
didn’t want to.” The raw emotion in his voice seared through her.
That was all she could manage through the tangle of emotions.
at her, his expression almost…tortured.
was skewering her with his furious expression; the next he threw his arms around
her, yanked her toward him and lowered his mouth to hers.
her motionless for only a moment. Then the sheer delicious glory of being in
his arms again overwhelmed her. She wrapped her arms around him and returned
his kiss with all the pent-up longing she had held inside her these long years
of being alone.
had always been between them flared, wild and unrestrained. His mouth was hard
on hers, fierce, demanding. Delicious. There was no trace of tenderness, only
anger and loss, betrayal and sorrow and desire, all twisted together.
finally yanked his mouth away and released her as if she had scorched him, she
stumbled backward, her knees drained of all strength. Her soul felt drained,
answer your question?” he asked, his voice raspy and low. “I never stopped
hoping you would come back. Even when I was ninety-nine percent certain you
were dead, that tiny one percent of hope wanted desperately to be wrong.”
released a heavy breath and she watched in fascination as he tucked away any
trace of emotion, becoming self-contained and expressionless once more.
want to the house. Paint or don’t paint. I don’t care. This place means nothing
to me anymore. The kids and I have moved on and are happy in our new house. I
just want this one sold and out of my life.”
meant nothing to him either, that wild, heated kiss notwithstanding. She did
her best to blink back tears but was afraid he still saw them.
how much I can do in only one day but I’ll…I’ll try.”
if he wanted to argue but finally gave her one more long look and headed out
left, Elizabeth touched her lips, the long-familiar taste
lingering there. Oh, how she had missed him.
onto the sagging sofa, unable to contain all the emotions raging through her.
She loved Luke and wanted what was best for him. That could never be her. Not
then and especially not now, with all her baggage.
be able to be part of his life or their children’s lives, but she could do one
small thing for them. She could freshen up this house a little bit, make it
more attractive to prospective buyers.
gift, but one she wanted desperately to give them.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
#1 Publishers Weekly, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
RaeAnne Thayne finds inspiration in the beautiful northern Utah
mountains where she lives with her family. Her books have won numerous
honors, including seven RITA Award nominations from Romance Writers of
America and a Career Achievement Award from RT Book Reviews magazine.
RaeAnne loves to hear from readers and can be reached through her
website at www.raeannethayne.com.
STEALING KISSES IN THE SNOW
It’s Christmas in Rendezvous Falls and love’s waiting to be unwrapped…
Single mom Piper Montgomery’s plate is full. Between her two adorable
kids, two jobs and a fixer-upper house, she’s so busy she can hardly
see straight. But when rugged biker Logan Taggart strolls into the inn
where she’s working, she can’t help but stare. He has bad boy written
all over him. And with two kids relying on her, that’s the last thing
she needs this Christmas.
Rendezvous Falls is nothing but a pit stop for Logan. Once his
grandmother is back on her feet and ready to reclaim the inn, Logan can
get back on the road. It’s where he belongs, even if his grandmother’s
matchmaking book club try to convince him otherwise. Still, there’s
something about beautiful spitfire Piper that makes him wonder if family
and forever might just be what he needs after all.
But as the holidays draw ever closer, so do Piper and Logan. Could
these polar opposites find that all they want this Christmas is each
attic, and all those holiday boxes, behind. What was she doing? How
could she do this? She couldn’t really do this, could she? Even
if was her idea? No, she couldn’t do it. Use a room at the inn for sex with
Logan Taggart? There were so many things wrong with this idea. So. Many.
Things. It was foolish. It was unprofessional. It was dangerous. She turned to
him when they got to the base of the attic stairs.
move as she searched his face. She had a feeling he’d be fine if she said
“forget it” and walked away. And he’d be fine if she didn’t. He was heading for
South America right after Christmas. She probably wouldn’t leave a
ripple in his life either way. But here in this silent, empty inn, he wanted her.
And she couldn’t deny how much she needed to feel wanted. She tried her
damnedest to remember again why this was a bad idea, but when she opened her
mouth, there were no arguments to be found.
room you pick will be my new lucky number.”
first floor. It won’t be suspicious if someone sees us on the main floor, and
we can hear the bell if someone comes in the lobby. And if we decide to…you
know…do it again…the first-floor rooms don’t rent out as quickly as the upper
you always think out your decisions this carefully? Even the ones about booty
the words echoed in the hallway. She slapped her hand over her mouth, then
lowered her voice to a hiss. “I’ve never had a booty call in my life!”
after today. Let’s go.” His smile faded just a bit. “Unless you’ve changed your
mind? Is that what all this babbling is about?”
“I’m…anxious. Nervous. But no, I haven’t changed my mind. But…maybe we should
set some parameters?”
to have all your little ducks in a row, but we don’t need parameters around sex.
I got this, trust me.”
her hand on his forearm. “You’ve literally been around the world, so you’ve
probably done this sort of thing a million times.”
for him to nod in acknowledgment before
continuing. “I haven’t. I want you to know that I won’t try to talk you
into being my boyfriend. I know this is just…”
in. “I don’t know if that sounds any better than a booty call. I want us to be
on the same page. It’s just sex…”
“I’m hoping it will be a hell of a lot more than ‘just sex.’ Look…” He reached
for her hips, pulling her closer. He smelled like outdoors and spice and sweat
and it was all a bit overwhelming. She focused on his words again. “I get it.
No strings. You’ve got the kids and they come first and you don’t want a
boyfriend. It’s all good. Whatever you decide is good, babe, but you’re killing
me right now. I want you so bad I can’t think straight.”
pulled away from him. His expression fell until she pulled her master key from
her pocket and waved it at him.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I write the same kind of romances I like to read – stories about
people facing real-life challenges with real-life consequences. The
stories are emotional and character-driven.
I live in coastal North Carolina with 100 pounds of dog and 200
pounds of husband – my slice of the bed is very small. When I’m not
writing or reading romance novels (or clinging to the edge of the bed…),
I can often be found on the back porch sipping wine with friends while
listening to great music. If the weather is absolutely perfect, I might
join my husband on the golf course, where I always feel far more
competitive than my actual skill-level would suggest.
Jo McNally – Writing Stories of Forever Love
AN ALASKAN CHRISTMAS
In Alaska, it’s always a white Christmas—but the sparks flying between two reunited friends could turn it red-hot…
If there’s one gift Erika Sheraton does not want for
Christmas, it’s a vacation. Ordered to take time off, the workaholic
surgeon reluctantly trades in her scrubs for a ski suit and heads to
Wild River, Alaska. Her friend Cassie owns a tour company that offers
adventures to fit every visitor. But nothing compares to the adrenaline
rush Erika feels on being reunited with Cassie’s brother, Reed Reynolds.
Gone is the buttoned-up girl Reed remembers. His sister’s best friend
has blossomed into a strong, skilled, confident woman. She’s exactly
what his search-and-rescue team needs—and everything he didn’t know he
craved. The gulf between his life in Wild River and her big-city career
is wide. But it’s no match for a desire powerful enough to melt two
bed flashed in Erika’s mind and her cheeks flamed. He’d carried her inside…had
she cuddled into him? Yep.
minute or an hour.”
said, opening the paper bag.
Glancing down, she saw her nipples pointing through the fabric of her thin tank
top. She folded her arms across her body. Her bra was draped over the back of
the couch. She hadn’t expected visitors.
between them in two easy strides. “Because, I told you last night that I’m not the
kind of guy who has sex with a woman and then doesn’t call.”
just been a dream. “We…no…there’s no way…” She shook her head, but a flashback
of him laying her down on Cassie’s couch the night before had her panicking
with that. “We didn’t.”
her hips and pulled her closer. “Final answer?” The intensity in his blue eyes
made her shiver. His soft, manly smelling cologne made her mouth water
slightly as her body stiffened. Shit, if they had, she just might not regret
coffee. “I knew that.” She took a desperate sip, the hot liquid scorching her tongue
and the back of her throat as she forced it down.
shrug, opening the bag and taking out a plastic-covered container.
kissed him. Reality had somehow blended with her dream, but she was starting to
distinguish between the two. She had kissed him. And it was a fantastic kiss…
“Oh, that was nothing… And so completely out of character for me.” Damn, she’d
really let her guard down the night before.
I’m just a bartender and you’re a brilliant, beautiful surgeon?”
beautiful. Ignoring the question, she reached for the plate of food piled high
with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages and toast, but he pulled it back out of
container of what looked like oatmeal and handed it to her. “You said last
night you only ate ‘clean’.”
like a complete holier-than-thou asshole. His breakfast looked so good and the
greasy food was exactly what she was craving that morning, but she squared her
shoulders and accepted her fate. She could always head out for a second
breakfast once he left. “The oatmeal’s perfect.” She opened it and, grabbing
the plastic spoon, she forced herself not to gag on it. She normally skipped
breakfast and sometimes lunch with her busy schedule. But she was on vacation
and she planned to eat. A lot. And the faster she could get rid of him, the
faster she could get to the breakfast diner on Main Street.
spoonful of the thick, tasteless gunk in her mouth. “Good?”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jennifer Snow writes contemporary romance fiction for Grand Central
Publishing and Harlequin. Her stories range in heat level from sweet to
sexy and are set everywhere from big cities to small towns. Her books
are light and humorous, but also full of heart, featuring families and
communities readers love to visit over and over again.
Originally from Newfoundland, Canada, she now resides in Alberta with
her husband and son and three mischievous cats. She is a member of RWA
and the Alberta Writers Guild.
She currently publishes psychological thrillers under her pen name J.M.
Winchester and writes screenplays and TV shows in her ‘spare’ time.
More information can be found on her website at www.jennifersnowauthor.com
You can also find her at http://www.twitter.com/@jennifersnow18 and http://www.facebook.com/jennifersnowbooks/.
COWBOY CHRISTMAS REDEMPTION
He didn’t want to come home for the holidays—but can an
unexpected reunion with a woman from his past make this cowboy’s
Christmas merry and bright in this sweet and sizzling novella?
When Cooper Mason left Gold Valley, Oregon behind him eight years
ago, he told himself he wouldn’t be back. But when a Christmas promise
sends him home to face his demons, he’ll find that not everything is as
he remembers—especially family friend Annabelle Preston, who’s somehow
morphed from childhood pest to full-grown, hot-blooded and
Growing up, Annabelle had built a lot of dreams around the ruggedly
gorgeous Cooper—dreams she’s long ago learned to put behind her. Until a
chance encounter with Cooper leads to a night neither can forget, and
all the old feelings come blazing back to life. Now, Annabelle has a
week to prove there’s more between them than a no-strings holiday
fling…and with a little Christmas luck, she just might convince Gold
Valley’s favorite cowboy to come home for good.
off his parents’ front porch and into his arms. He picked her up, and she
wrapped her legs around him, clinging tightly to him. And then she leaned
forward and kissed his cheek. She smacked her hand against his jaw. “Prickly,”
“Well, you caught me at the end of the day, squirt. I need to shave.”
her nose. “Am I going to need to shave someday?”
surprised how genuinely light he felt in that moment. “Not likely. Your mom
doesn’t have a beard, does she?”
mom says that you have Christmas trees.”
they’re about to be mine. It’s going to be a whole farm of them.”
Christmas trees on a farm,” she said.
of the Christmas trees from the lots come from.”
if he took Amelia to see the trees, in all likelihood he would have to take
Ellie with him. And really, spending time with Ellie and Amelia in the same space right now was strange and
if your mom’s okay with that.”
full of confidence.
scampered into the house.
The sight of her just about set him back on his heels. She looked the same as
she always did.
the Christmas trees,” he said. “I didn’t figure you would mind. I don’t mind
taking her by myself, if you need to go home.”
don’t mind going up.”
toward him, and his gut tightened. Then the door opened again, and Amelia reappeared
with her backpack from preschool, and another stack of old printer paper that
his mother had given her to scribble on.
Ellie’s lips, and she narrowed her eyes slightly. The impish expression making
his gut feel hollow, and effortlessly conveying that she had been hoping for
the middle seat.
whole making her wait thing was really going to work in his favor.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Maisey Yates lives in
rural Oregon with her three children and her husband, whose chiseled
jaw and arresting features continue to make her swoon. She feels the
epic trek she takes several times a day from her office to her coffee
maker is a true example of her pioneer spirit.
In 2009, at the age of twenty-three Maisey sold her first book. Since
then it’s been a whirlwind of sexy alpha males and happily ever afters,
and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Maisey divides her writing time
between dark, passionate category romances set just about everywhere on
earth and light sexy contemporary romances set practically in her back
yard. She believes that she clearly has the best job in the world.
A COLDWATER CHRISTMAS
Sometimes a little Christmas magic can rekindle the most unexpected romances…
Sheriff Kace Laramie and his brothers found long-awaited happiness
when they moved to Coldwater, Texas, as foster children. But the
feel-good story has one bittersweet twist—his brief marriage to local
rich girl Jana Parker. When that blew up, Kace vowed never to marry
again and has kept Jana mostly off his mind…until she comes back to
town, needing his help.
Recently divorced for a second time, Jana just wants to create a good
life for her young daughter—and keep her mother from marrying Kace’s
gold-digging father. Asking him for help may be wrong given their
history. But as the stakes—and their chemistry—make the Christmas season
sizzle, Jana knows how much more wrong it would be to let a love this
magical slip away again…
for Kace to follow her. He did—while rubbing his shoulder.
she said the moment they reached the front door, “and don’t wave that off until you hear what I have to say.” He had
indeed been about to wave that off, but Jana just rolled over him and kept
talking. “Since I’ve come back to Coldwater, I’ve thrown your life into chaos,
and I want you to know that I’ll fix that.”
way too much importance on her return. “I’m just doing my job,” Kace said,
opening the door.
obviously wasn’t the response she wanted. “I’m talking about the whole package.
You having to see me because of the Smelly Bobs and Peter. You having to see my
mother. And now me being your neighbor. But I swear once things settle down,
I’ll do my best to stay out of your way. I won’t even come into town unless
have to rearrange her life. Especially with a baby. After all, there’d be times
when she needed stuff for Marley, and he didn’t want her postponing her
errands just because she was worried about running into him.
was starting to seep in, a reminder that he should finish this conversation
and head out. “What happened between us was a long time ago. We’ve both moved
on with our lives, and it won’t bother me to run into you.”
sounded good. A “water under the bridge” outlook.
plan. For such a little word, it seemed to mean a whole lot. But what?
Jana took a deep breath. One of those soft, silky sounds that took him back to
another time, another place. When there was no bridge over the water.
face, and their gazes practically collided. This time, he was the one who took
a deep breath when her attention lowered to his mouth.
happened, but suddenly there was no space between Jana and him. One or both of
them had closed the distance, and Kace found his hand on the back of her neck.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad place for his hand to be because he used it to haul
Jana to him. And then he broke every rule in the frickin’ book.
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USA Today bestselling author Delores Fossen is a former Air Force
officer who’s sold over 100 novels. She’s received the Booksellers’ Best
Award for romantic suspense, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award
and was a finalist for the Rita ®. You can contact the author through
her webpage at: www.deloresfossen.com
LOW COUNTRY CHRISTMAS
LEE TOBIN MCCLAIN
Come home to Safe Haven, where the best Christmas surprises aren’t the ones under the tree.
Holly Gibson has one wish this Christmas season: to find her young
niece’s father. And she’s traveled hundreds of miles to the small town
of Safe Haven to make that wish come true. But the mysterious Cash
O’Dwyer is nothing like she expected. Strong and kind, he makes her
heart beat faster. And suddenly that little secret she’s keeping about
her sister stirs up all kinds of guilt…
Cash is stunned—and more than a little wary—to discover he’s a
father. Having a family of his own was never part of his plan…until
sweet baby Penny and her fiercely independent aunt Holly arrive in town.
Now he’s trimming trees and stuffing stockings for three. But when the
ghosts of Cash’s past threaten the future of his fragile new family,
he’ll do whatever it takes to be the father Penny needs—and the man
Holly deserves—for more than just the holidays.
with his family talking and laughing as they waited for the giant, ancient oak
tree to be lit, as it was every year in mid-November. It was the town’s traditional
kickoff to the holiday season.
they’d never gotten the chance to talk because his nieces and nephew wouldn’t
leave him alone. And he had to admit, he loved it. He’d shut down the whining
of his CFO for the night. What good was owning the company if you couldn’t take
a night off to hand out candy to a bunch of kids you loved?
impatient, could never be a good father, but he was determined to excel as an
uncle. You didn’t have to be the biological parent to help and influence a
kid. He was living proof of that.
that she was shifting the baby to her other shoulder. He’d brought her here and
he hated to see her looking so tired. Typical thoughtlessness on his part. “Let
me hold her for a while,” he said. “You’ve got to be worn out.”
him as if evaluating his worth as a baby-holder. “Okay,” she said, “if she’ll
let you. She’s picky.”
the baby out of Holly’s arms.
something in him, felt good. Little Penny studied him with round blue eyes and
then yawned, and when he patted her back, she leaned her head against his
shoulder and sucked her hand.
baby whisperer,” he said casually, brushing off the often-paid compliment.
“Listen, they’ll light the tree any minute now. After that, we can have our
talk and I’ll take you back to your hotel. Where are you staying?”
known for tourism, and a motel he’d never heard of.
met women who wanted luxury. Holly was different. Or maybe desperate.
we’ll need to stay.”
tree lit up in a blaze of white lights. Gasps and oohs and aahs went through
the crowd, and then as more and more lights came on, kids started shouting.
for just a moment, he felt like he and this woman and this baby were a little
family, doing a holiday tradition together, and his chest tightened with crazy
longing. It must be the Christmas season that was making him soft and
was dispersing, all the little ones needing home and bed, and he handed the
baby back to Holly and hugged everyone goodbye.
Yasmin, Liam’s wife, said sternly.
you when you’re gone,” she said.
he didn’t. He lived in Atlanta. It was just that, with all the weddings and babies and
family events in the past two years, he’d spent more and more time here.
toward the car, hitching her diaper bag over his shoulder to lighten her burden
a little. Funny how she’d seemed to become part of the group in just this one
evening. He was a little reluctant to spoil the sweet, holiday family feeling
with a conversation about whatever she wanted from him.
out into the open right away. “So what did you want to talk to me about?” he
asked. “Sorry it took so long, took up your evening.”
baby from one arm to the other. “I’m glad to find out a little more about you
and your family.”
that?” he asked.
of the family, too,” she said. “She’s your daughter.”
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USA Today bestselling author Lee Tobin McClain read Gone with the
Wind in the third grade and has been an incurable romantic ever since.
When she’s not writing small-town, heartwarming love stories with happy
endings, she’s probably snapchatting with her college-student daughter,
mediating battles between her goofy goldendoodle and her rescue cat, or
teaching aspiring writers in Seton Hill University’s MFA program. She is
probably not cleaning her house. For more about Lee, visit her website
CHRISTMAS IN WINTER VALLEY
Ransom Canyon welcomes you back for a Christmas that has everything you’re looking for: romance, family and a whole lot of Texas.
Cooper Holloway would take nature over people any day—especially
visiting relatives. That’s why he’s headed for a rustic cabin in remote
Winter Valley, where he’ll care for a herd of wild mustangs. But
Cooper’s plans are quickly thwarted by the arrival of two unexpected
guests: one, a stranger in desperate need of his help, and the other, a
very attractive young veterinarian.
Elliott is busy trying to keep Maverick Ranch running smoothly with
Cooper gone, which is no easy task with family visiting. And when a
long-lost love suddenly reappears in his life, Elliott knows he’ll have
more than just books to balance this season.
With a big, chaotic family Christmas around the corner and love
blooming in surprising ways, the Holloway men will have to make big
choices about the future—just in time for the holidays.
man had ever kissed her. Both knew they were turning down an untraveled road.
Having an adventure. Changing their lives, if only by adding one memory.
he whispered, “I like the way you feel, Danielle. It takes a strong woman to do
all you’ve done, but there is a softness to you that I sense.”
suddenly young and shy and hungry for life.
he asked with laughter in his tone. “I want to get this right.”
for the first time in a long while. She’d seen that his hands were scarred and
rough, but they slid over her like silk. She knew she wasn’t beautiful, but the
way he touched her made her believe she was to him. She’d had passion a few
times and sex she didn’t want more than once, but she’d never had caring. He
touched her as if she was a rare treasure.
beauty, but it was enough.
whispered, “I’ll put an extra biscuit on your plate at breakfast as an invitation
to come back some night when I know the house will be quiet.”
and his voice was low and rusty. “I hope to be fat by the New Year.”
laughing as he disappeared into the night.
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New York Times and USA Today’s bestselling author Jodi Thomas has
published over 30 books in both the historical romance and contemporary
genres, the majority of which are set in her home state of Texas.
Publishers Weekly calls her novels “Distinctive…Memorable,” and that in
her stories “[tension] rides high, mixed with humor and kisses more
passionate than most full-on love scenes.” In 2006, Romance Writers of
America (RITA) inducted Thomas into the RWA Hall of Fame for winning her
third RITA for THE TEXAN’S REWARD. She also received the National
Readers’ Choice Award in 2009 for TWISTED CREEK (2008) and TALL, DARK,
AND TEXAN (2008). While continuing to work as a novelist, Thomas also
functions as Writer in Residence at the West Texas A&M University
campus, where she inspires students and alumni in their own writing
THE GIVING HEART
Spend a white Christmas on Summer Island, where the fires are warm and the romance is hotter
Lila Sloan wonders why she ever thought house-sitting for her sister
Meg on the remote Summer Island was a good idea. And to make matters
worse, local real estate developer Beck Grainger is trying to cut down
the beautiful trees that line the property. Lila can’t let this happen;
Meg will never forgive her.
Beck can understand Lila’s anger—sort of. The trees are actually on
the neighboring property, and the land was zoned for development months
ago, so his plans were no secret. But he dislikes being at odds with his
friend’s sister, especially because Lila is appealing in every way:
loyal, quick-witted and completely stunning.
Lila hates that she’s so attracted to Beck, who seems like a
genuinely good man, despite his tree-murdering tendencies. And their
chemistry is off the charts. She just wishes he’d let this development
go. As Summer Island counts down to a snowy Christmas, Lila and Beck
will have to strike a compromise that seems impossible for them both—or
risk losing the best thing either of them has ever had.
test kiss. And damn—for a kiss so small and tentative, it was the best thing
Beck had felt in a long while. Despite the weather outside, it moved through
him like heat lightning on a Kentucky
him so much, though, he had to make sure he wasn’t the only one welcoming that
heat—so he drew back a little, met her pretty gaze. Her hazel eyes shone on
him, big and round, maybe a little stunned, her rosy lips parted. Surprised—but
wanting. Just like him.
soft kiss to her waiting lips. Heard her quick intake of breath. Maybe at first
she’d been surprised it was happening, but now she was clearly only surprised
at how good it felt, and how fast.
beneath his on the ornament, he’d thought maybe she was stopping this—but no.
Instead, she lifted the same hand to touch his cheek. And the next kiss was
deeper, longer, more consuming. No more test kissing—this was turning into the
real deal. His hands went to her waist—slender beneath the big sweater she
wore—and she released a little gasp as he pulled her closer.
passion rising up inside him, as well. The kind that slowly makes you stop
thinking, measuring, until you just give yourself over to it.
hadn’t had the opportunity to indulge in for longer than he cared to admit.
Summer Island had been isolating, and on the few occasions last summer when
he’d almost connected with attractive female tourists looking for vacation fun,
he’d realized that at thirty-nine, he’d apparently moved past wanting a
meaningless, one-night connection—no matter how the rigid part of his anatomy
between his legs had protested the decisions.
ingredients to be exactly that—a quick, nonlasting connection. Except for one
thing. He liked her. And one more thing. Nothing was telling him to stop. Even
if it seemed like an awful idea in ways. She was angry with him. She seemed
angry in general. She was Meg’s little sister. Maybe it would spell even more
Her lips too soft beneath his hungry mouth. Every little sigh and gasp that
left her made him harder. And soon that hardness pressed hotly against the
sweet crux of her thighs through their blue jeans as they made out next to the
Christmas tree, her palms now at his chest, beginning to knead him through his
T-shirt same as if she were a cat, his own hands molded around her hips,
learning her curves.
breathlessly between kisses.
looking sensual and defiant all at once. “If you think sex is going to make me
give you back the key to that bulldozer, or just look the other way about the
whole situation, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”
assured her, voice deep and low.
kneading fingers at his chest. The slight scrape of feminine nails. He liked
but it was difficult. Due to the fingernails, and the way their bodies pressed
together below. “Pretty much just the this-feels-good-and-I-want-to-be-inside-you
tell—but what he’d just said had excited her even more. “That’s…a good tree.”
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Toni Blake’s love of writing began when she won an essay contest in
the fifth grade. Soon after, she penned her first novel, nineteen
notebook pages long. Since then, Toni has become a RITA™-nominated
author of more than twenty contemporary romance novels, her books have
received the National Readers Choice Award and Bookseller’s Best Award,
and her work has been excerpted in Cosmo. Toni lives in the Midwest and
enjoys traveling, crafts, and spending time outdoors. Learn more about
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CHRISTMAS FROM THE HEART
USA TODAY bestselling author Sheila Roberts takes readers to the charming, snowbound town of Pine River in this irresistible holiday romance.
Sometimes you need to look beyond the big picture to see what really matters
Olivia Berg’s charity, Christmas from the Heart, has helped
generations of families in need in Pine River, Washington, but this year
might be the end of the road. Hightower Enterprises, one of their
biggest donors since way back when Olivia’s grandmother ran the charity,
has been taken over by Ebenezer Scrooge the Second, aka CFO Guy
Hightower, and he’s declared there will be no more money coming to
Christmas from the Heart.
Guy is simply being practical. Hightower Enterprises needs to tighten
its belt, and when you don’t have money to spare, you don’t have money
to share. You’d think even the pushy Olivia Berg could understand that.
With charitable donations dwindling, Olivia’s Christmas budget
depends on Hightower’s contribution. She’s focused her whole life on
helping this small town, even putting her love life on hold to support
When Guy’s Maserati breaks down at the edge of the Cascade foothills,
he’s relieved to be rescued by a pretty young woman who drives him to
the nearby town of Pine River. Until he realizes his rescuer is none
other than Olivia Berg. What’s a Scrooge to do? Plug his nose and eat
fruitcake and hope she doesn’t learn his true identity before he can get
out of town. What could go wrong?
want to go too far into the future, either. Except maybe he could change it.
Maybe he could change her opinion of him. His was changing toward her. Olivia
Berg, he was coming to realize, was something special.
out a few hands, the score remaining close. Until the last hand. Oh yeah, luck
was being a lady tonight. He stuck Livi with thirty points and that won the
game for him.
stunned. “I can’t believe you beat me.”
know what they say. Pride goes before a fall,” he teased.
her lower lip. Oh yeah, he was ready for that kiss. “Hey now, no pouting just
because I’m not making breakfast.”
like to get lucky. “Okay, time to pay up.”
turned pink again.
I’ll make it painless,” he murmured with a smile.
leaned across the table and she did the same. Then he slipped a hand behind her
neck and drew her to him. He could smell that peppermint perfume. Her hair was
so soft. So were her lips and they tasted like hot chocolate. She sighed into
the kiss and he let the moment
stretch out, threading his fingers through her hair. Her hands slipped up to
the nape of his neck, her fingers soft and warm against his skin.
gone on like that all night, moving them away from the table and out onto that
living room couch, deepening their kiss, pulling her close, enjoying the feel
of her curves, inhaling her scent. But that wouldn’t have been right. Even what
he was doing was sure to put him on Santa’s naughty list for life.
worth it though. He pulled back. “You’re a good loser. And a good kisser,” he
added, making her cheeks turn pink. “Now, you have to have had other men tell
you that,” he said.
no one special?”
And Morris and I once, when we were younger. But…” She sighed. “I don’t know
what I’m waiting for.”
one?” Someone who deserved her. Which instantly disqualified him.
was in love once. Turned out I was wrong.”
were wandering into chick territory. Next they’d be sharing their every
heartbreak. He stood. “I’ve had enough sitting. How about a walk?”
at him. “I love walking in the snow.”
did. He sensed a holiday movie scene coming up.
Christmas lights and they stepped outside. Between her house and the neighbors,
the street looked like a set on the Universal back lot. A light snow was
falling to add to the already-thick white coat frosting yards and houses.
Rooflines, bushes and trees all
dripped with colored lights like jewels on a woman’s neck.
with needed no jewels. Her smile sparkled more than any diamond ever could.
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USA Today best-selling author Sheila Roberts lives in the Pacific
Northwest and has three children and one long-suffering husband. Her
books have been printed in a many different languages. Her Christmas
perrenial “On Strike for Christmas” was made into a movie for the
Lifetime Channel and her novel “The Nine Lives of Christmas” was made
into a movie for Hallmark. When she’s not playing with girlfriends or on
the tennis court Sheila can be found writing about those things dear to
women’s hearts:family, friends, and chocolate.
CHRISTMAS IN SILVER SPRINGS
Come home to Silver Springs for the holidays, where broken hearts learn to love again…together.
So much for forever. When Harper Devlin’s rock star husband ditches
her on his way to the top, she takes her two daughters to her sister’s
place in Silver Springs for the holidays, hoping family can heal her
broken heart. But comfort comes in unexpected places when she crosses
paths with local Tobias Richardson.
The moment Tobias spots Harper, he recognizes a sadness he knows all
too well. After spending thirteen years in prison paying for his
regretful past, Tobias is ready to make amends, and maybe helping Harper
is the way to do it. But offering her a shoulder to cry on ignites a
powerful attraction and a desire neither saw coming.
Fearing her reaction, Tobias doesn’t reveal his checkered past. He’s
falling hard, and if Harper finds out, he’ll lose her for good,
especially because her famous ex is now trying to win her back. Secrets
have a way of coming out, but maybe this Christmas will bring Tobias the
forgiveness—and the love—he deserves.
Tobias woke up, light was streaming through the kitchen window, the only window
without a blind, and the TV was off. He couldn’t remember turning it off, but
he figured he must have—until he grew alert enough to realize he wasn’t alone.
Harper hadn’t gone into the bedroom after the movie ended. She was right there,
snuggled up against him, her head on his shoulder.
position. His foot had gone to sleep. But he was reluctant to move. Her hand
rested on his bare chest and her leg was slung over his.
them to fit on the narrow couch, so he told himself not to get too excited. It
probably didn’t mean a whole lot. But her openness and trust were even more
intoxicating than the weight of her pressing him into the cushions.
the desire to kiss her rose inside him. He’d kissed quite a few girls when he
was a kid. Since he’d had little adult supervision, and he’d seen his mother
making out so many times and with so many different men, he’d become sexually
aware early. But he hadn’t been with many women since being released from
prison. He’d decided he needed to heal first, get on his feet so he’d have
something to offer a partner. And if he ever wanted to be liked in this
place, he had to be careful. Otherwise, his actions would reflect poorly on his
brother—and Aiyana Turner, since she’d been kind enough to give him a job. So
there was that, too.
he’d known that getting involved too soon, or with the wrong person, could
destroy his peace of mind quicker than anything else. He’d seen it happen with
his mother far too many times. So after breaking things off with Tonya, he’d
been with only one other woman in the past five months—a one-night stand he’d
later regretted. After calling him incessantly for three weeks, the woman had
shown up out of the blue, despite what he’d already told her on the phone, and
wound up sobbing on his front doorstep when he had to reiterate that he wasn’t
interested in continuing the relationship.
head. As soon as she saw that he was awake, their eyes met, and when she moved
her leg, he knew she could feel his erection.
see how she’d react. He thought she should get off him and move away in a
hurry. Being so close to her, and in this particular position, he wasn’t
feeling much self-control.
kiss couldn’t hurt.
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as a bestselling author–she caught her day-care provider drugging her
children with cough syrup to get them to sleep all day. That was when
Brenda decided she needed to quit her job as a loan officer and help
make a living from home.
“When I first got the idea to become a novelist, it took me five
years to teach myself the craft and finish my first book,” Brenda says.
But she sold that book, and the rest is history. Her novels have made
the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists and won many awards,
including eight Rita nominations, the Book Buyer’s Best, the Book
Seller’s Best, the Silver Bullet and the National Reader’s Choice Award.
Brenda and her husband, Ted, live in Sacramento and are proud parents
of five children–three girls and two boys. When she’s not spending time
with her family or writing, Brenda is usually raising funds for
diabetes research (her youngest son has this disease). So far, Brenda
has raised $2.6 million!
ONE CHRISTMAS EVE
They couldn’t be more different. Or more perfect for each other.
New York Times bestselling author Shannon Stacey returns with a warm and cozy opposites-attract Christmas story.
Zoe Randall is busy living her life as she damn well pleases. She’s
back in her favorite town, her divorce in her rearview mirror, and
living out her childhood dream of running a bookstore with her cousin.
She has no interest in the uptight nerd who opened his boring-ass
business next to her shop…until he complains about one of her sexy
Then it’s game on.
Preston Wheeler knows he takes life a little too seriously. But when
the saucy bookseller next door starts pushing his buttons, he can feel
that changing. Beautiful, vivacious Zoe challenges him in all the best
ways, and soon he’s pushing her buttons right back: teasing and flirting
all the way through the holiday season.
As Preston loosens up and Zoe is treated to the man behind the suit
(particularly his forearms), she realizes she’s more interested than she
cares to admit. And Preston comes to see the beauty—the absolute
delight—in adding Zoe’s bright splashes of color to his once very
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couldn’t get those words out of his head. And the reason for that varied
depending on the time of day it was.
and finalizing some real estate things in Boston—he’d mull over the statement because it might help explain
why Zoe had been so prickly when he reacted badly to the sexy window display.
His disapproval had been strictly for the actual display, but she’d obviously
been deeply hurt by a man who’d been judgmental about her sexuality.
himself from wondering what exactly Zoe Randall wanted to do that could be
classified as disgusting.
overly active imagination. But when it came to Zoe and sex and picturing doing
all manner of things with her, he’d found out his imagination was capable of
being not only overly active, but extremely creative.
family on Thanksgiving Day pretty awkward for him, and the discomfort wasn’t
just from the third helping of macaroni and cheese and sampling four different
pies, or not having an idea what was happening in the football game on TV. He
tried to focus on the sports, to get his mind off her, but he was so lost he
couldn’t invest in either team. During a break in the play, everybody got up to
refill their drinks and pick at the desserts, and Preston used
the guest bathroom off the back hall. When he came back to the kitchen, Zoe was
alone, covering the desserts with plastic wrap.
stand next to her.
which made every muscle in his body tense in response, and then turned to face
him. They were so close, she had to tip her head up to look up at him and
everything but the urge to kiss her faded away.
his shirt collar, so her fingertip touched his throat, making him swallow hard.
“No tie. Top button unbuttoned. Is this your casual look?”
cleared this throat. “I figured the suit was a bit much for Thanksgiving.”
hooked over, he closed the gap between them, putting his hands on her hips. His
brain was short-circuiting and he wanted to make sure they were on the same
page. “What are we doing right now?”
lips met and the world shifted under his feet.
and pressed her even closer before he went back to the delicious curve of her
hips. She tasted like sweet apple pie and he dipped his tongue between her
lips, needing more.
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shannon Stacey lives
with her husband and two sons in New England, where her two favorite
activities are writing stories of happily ever after and riding her
four-wheeler. From May to November, the Stacey family spends their
weekends on their ATVs, making loads of muddy laundry to keep Shannon
busy when she’s not at her computer. She prefers writing to laundry,
however, and considers herself lucky she got to be an author when she
You can contact Shannon through her website,
http://shannonstacey.com, where she has maintains an almost daily blog,
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