7 Heartfelt Holiday
Romances
by
Robyn Neeley, Lola
Karns, Dana Volney, Jennifer deCuir, Jenny Jacobs, Lucy Oliver, Kathryn Brocato
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Winter's
crisp cold is the perfect backdrop for holiday lights, snowball fights, and
starry nights by the fire, curled up with hunky heroes. Let these seven couples
show you how to find the warmth of red-hot romance.
CHRISTMAS
DINNER: Amanda dreads
returning home single for Christmas, but the only available man is her rival
for the TV anchor spot. Can the holiday spirit turn animosity into love?
THE
WINTER FAIRY: Recuperating
ballerina Penelope Glazier can enchant the young girls in her class, but will
her magic work on Carson Langley, the sexy but straight-laced single father of
her most talented student?
HOLIDAY
HOOPLA: Halle is about to
lose her gift shop, until banker Blake walks into her life, dangling an offer
that could save it all, or cost her everything.
WYNTER’S
JOURNEY: Twelve years after
tragedy tore Wynter and Sam apart, can another predicament bring them back
together?
THE
WINTER PROMISE: War
throws Lady Emma and Lord Robert together, where they must decide if they can
listen to their hearts - or if they would be wiser never to trust each other.
WINTER
STORMS: Daniel's sailing
accident cost Carly her shot at Olympic dreams, while his own athletic success
was unhindered. Now he's returned and they're stuck in the Cornish village
where storms lash them from outside - and within.
OLD CHRISTMAS: Casey
needs help from the magic that walks on Old Christmas Eve to find her way back
home, and to the love she left behind.
Sensuality
Level: Sensual
EXCERPTS:
CHRISTMAS
DINNER by Robyn Neeley
“Arrive at destination on left.” The familiar voice of
Tate’s GPS echoed throughout his Jeep, interrupting the soft sounds of
Christmas music.
This couldn’t be right. Could it? He pulled onto the side of
the road. His navigation system had taken him down a dark and twisty path for
the last fifteen minutes. There were few homes on either side. He shook
Amanda’s shoulder gently. His eyes focused on the spectacle in front of him.
“What time is it?” She yawned and sat up. “Are we here
already?”
“That’s what I would like to know. Amanda, is this your
parents’ house?” He leaned over his steering wheel and peered out the
window. In front of him, thousands of decorative red and green lights flickered
on rows of Christmas trees at the bottom of a hill, showcasing what he could
only describe as a cross between Santa’s Village and the middle of Times
Square. A blanket of snow stretched at least a quarter of a mile up the hill.
At the top was a beautiful two-story mountain log cabin. Glistening white
Christmas lights outlined the house.
Amanda sighed. “Yep. We’re here.”
“This is amazing. Amanda, is your dad Santa Claus?” he
asked, half joking.
“Not quite.”
“They could land 747 jets on your front yard. That tree in
the middle has to be over thirty feet tall.” He pointed to the west side of the
lawn. “Is that a horse and sleigh over there?”
“The horse is fake. I’d rather not talk about the sleigh.”
“Then we won’t.” He suspected she might have some unpleasant
memories of it involving the infamous ex. Perhaps it was the scene of the
aborted proposal.
Amanda sighed. “Good. Did your parents decorate their lawn
for the holidays?” She reached behind her for her bags.
“No. Well, yeah, I guess. But this, well, this . . . wow . .
. It’s just really something.”
About
the Author:
Robyn Neeley is an East Coaster who loves to explore new
places, watches way more reality TV than she cares to admit, can’t live without
Recess Peanut Butter Cups and has never met a Christmas cookie she didn’t like.
(Her favorite cookie made it into Holiday Wedding!) She writes romantic comedy,
sometimes with a hint of magic, but always with a happy ending. Visit her at
www.robynneeley.com.
WYNTER’S
JOURNEY by Jennifer DeCuir
Okay, it was go time. What was the first thing they were
supposed to do? Sam looked wildly around the room. He kept his voice calm, and
hid the tremors that threatened to rattle his teeth loose. Wynter was counting
on him.
He got her into bed and rushed to his desk in the corner.
Jerking at the mouse to wake up the screen, Sam brought up the website he’d
been studying just a few short hours ago. He thought he’d had more time.
Yeah, he’d been anticipating this. It was Vermont–in the
dead of winter. Chances were pretty damned good that a snowstorm would make a
routine hospital delivery less and less likely. And he’d been right to assume
that Wynter wouldn’t take the contractions seriously until it was too late. She
was too stubborn for her own good.
So they were doing this. Another scream from the bed had him
yanking the power cord from the laptop and carrying it with him back to the
other side of the room. The website hadn’t bothered to explain that hearing his
best friend’s gut-wrenching cries of pain would push his own stress levels
beyond human endurance.
“Amazing what you can learn from the internet.” That
ridiculous statement earned him a glare. Yeah, probably best to keep the
chatter to a minimum.
“Sam. Call 9-1-1,” she panted.
He was going to do that. It was next on his list. Really. He
reached for the cell phone that he kept on the nightstand charger next to his
bed. It wasn’t there. He stared frantically at the empty charger.
Wynter watched him closely, her eyes pleading with him.
“Sam, please!” She clutched at the sheets with a
white-knuckled grip, her entire body going rigid. Crap.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” Sam spun on his
heel and raced for the stairs, taking them two at a time, falling on his butt
and sliding down the last few. Not letting it stop his momentum, he ran to his
office.
About
the Author:
Jennifer DeCuir grew up in a small town in Maine, which
provides the basis for Scallop Shores, the fictional town in Drawn to Jonah.
She's busy raising two kids and a husband. She loves including children and
babies in her stories, as her own provide endless story ideas. Currently
residing in rain-soaked Washington, she can usually be found working on her
latest book in a local Starbucks. Visit Jennifer at http://www.jenniferdecuir.com/home.html.
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