Sydney doesn’t want to be Tony’s ‘best bud’! She wants to be his lover, but she can’t make him see it won’t ruin their longtime

​​friendship. They’re meant to be together. The man is stubborn, stubborn, stubborn! If only she had a fairy Godmother.


​​     Tony thought he understood Sydney, but then she dropped the bomb that she wants to end their song writing partnership all because

​​he doesn’t want to make love with her. His parents were best friends who did exactly that, then fought the ten years they stay married,

​​ending in a bitter divorce. Nope, not happening with him and Syd!


     ​​But when a snow storm strands them in Christmastown at the haunted Sleigh Bells Inn, Sydney will find her fairy Godmother in the

​​guise of a dead gay Elvis impersonator, but will she end up with a hunka, hunka burnin’ love or only discover she’s staying at

​​heartbreak hotel?

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     Please God, I need your help. Tony thinks it would screw up everything if we took our relationship beyond friendship and business

​​partners.


​​     Sydney Newman was thoughtful. Could you even think the word screw when you were praying? She took a deep breath, exhaled

​​and ​​tried again.


     ​​Please God, I need your help. Tony thinks it would mess up our relationship if we had sex.


     ​​Could she think about sex while praying? She covertly glanced across the seat. Tony’s attention was on the road in front of him and t

​​he snow that had gotten heavier by the hour.


​​     Damn, he looked good enough to eat with his thick sandy brown hair and lazy brown eyes that could heat a woman’s blood in record

​​time. Except he’d never really given her that look. But then, he didn’t have to give her that look, she was already horny and it had finally

​​brought out the devil in her.

​     S​​he was tired of playing it safe. If he wasn’t going to take their relationship to the next level, then she would end it altogether. Why

​​should she suffer alone? She’d take him with her on her pity party trip. Now that she thought about it, he should be the one who suffered

​​the most anyway. It was only fair.


     ​​But ending their partnership wasn’t really what she wanted so she faced forward again, closing her eyes. She needed to really

​​concentrate—get serious and try to be a little more pious. She took a deep breath and began again.


     ​​I need your help, Lord. Could you please send me a fairy godmother or something? Anyone who will help make Tony see the truth.

​​We ​​could be so good together.


     ​​“Roadblock.”


     ​​The voice of God! Yes, I’ve run up against every roadblock imaginable but if you could just help me out, I’m sure...


     ​​“We’ll have to make a detour. Might not be such a bad thing. The road is getting too treacherous. The snow is coming down so hard I

​​can’t see more than a few feet in front of the car.”


​​     She opened her eyes and frowned. Not God’s voice, only Tony’s, and she was staring at a big orange sign with an arrow pointing

​​toward the right.


     ​​Great. Another roadblock in a life littered with them. She hadn’t really thought she was only supposed to pray when she wanted

​​​​something but it was worth a try. She’d hoped God would look into her heart, though. A little help would’ve been nice.


​​     “Thanks for nothing,” she muttered.


​​     The car skidded. She drew in a sharp breath and grabbed hold of the door. Tony brought it back under control and she breathed a

​​sigh ​​​of relief, but she couldn’t help glancing upward.


     ​​Nah. She shook her head as she peered out the windshield. He was right. Visibility was terrible. Guilt washed over her. While she’d

​​been lusting after Tony, he’d been trying to maneuver through the large flakes of snow that were coming down harder and faster with

​​each passing minute.


     ​​She sat straighter when her eye caught something up ahead. “There’s a sign.” She squinted. “Christmastown.” She couldn’t make

​​out ​​how many miles they still had to go to get there.


     ​​“Christmastown?” Tony looked at her, then returned his attention to the road.


     ​​“I think that’s what it said. Odd name for a town.”


     ​​“Hopefully, they’ll have a vacancy somewhere because it doesn’t look like we’ll be going any farther this afternoon.”


     ​​Disappointment filled her. She was ready to get home, feel her mom and dad’s arms wrapped around her...


     ​​“You’re going to have to tell our parents we’re ending our business relationship, you know.” His words bounced around the interior of

​​the ​​car.


     ​​She could feel the color drain from her face. Her parents and Tony’s mother lived next door to each other and had since Tony was in

​​third grade and she was in kindergarten. Tony’s mother was divorced, but she’d remarried a couple of years later. They’d all become

​​the best of friends.


     ​​She pictured the expressions on their moms’ faces. Her mom would be devastated. Tony’s would be so disappointed. She cringed.

​​“You ​​tell them,” she blurted.


     ​​“I’m not going to tell them. You tell them. This was your idea, not mine. I was perfectly content to continue writing songs together.”

​​His ​​knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel.


     ​​Stubborn man! “I wasn’t. You know darn well you’re attracted to me. Why not at least see if we’re compatible?”


     ​​He shook his head. “It wouldn’t work and then where would we be? Look at my parents. They made each other miserable and they’d

​​known each other all through high school. Look at Blake and Miranda...


     ​​“They’re not us.”


     ​​“Don’t fix it if it isn’t broken.”


​​     Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn! She glared at him, even though he kept his gaze on the road. “Your father has drilled that saying in

​​you. I ​​have news for you, in case you haven’t noticed, it’s broken.” She’d never cared that much for his biological father but she’d kept

​​her ​​opinions to herself.


​​     He glanced her way. “No, it isn’t broken. And you’re biting your nails again. That just goes to show you this isn’t what you want.”


     ​​She looked at her jagged fingernails. If she went through with her plans, she probably wouldn’t have any nails by the end of the

​​month.

     ​​It couldn’t be helped. She’d made up her mind and there was no turning back.


     ​​“It’s a bad habit,” she informed him. “It doesn’t mean I want our relationship to stay the same.”


     ​​He automatically reached over and pushed a button on the CD player, skipping past the next song, knowing she hated it. Did he

​​even ​​realize how much he knew about her? You’d think they were already married. Except neither one of them was getting laid.


​​     At least she hoped he wasn’t. He might as well suffer right alongside her. Sure, she knew he dated, as did she, but she wasn’t even

​​going to think about Tony having sex. That’s exactly why she had to end their relationship. She was dying a slow, painful death.


     ​​“Damn it, Sydney, we’ve worked hard to get to this point in our career and you want to throw it all away. Having sex would ruin

​​everything.”


​​     She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been told I’m not that bad in bed.”


     ​​He grimaced. “That’s not what I meant. I’d rather not talk about sex any more.”


     ​​“Why? Do you think I’m still a virgin?” She watched his changing expressions but couldn’t figure out what he was thinking. She

​​couldn’t ​​stop herself from pushing his buttons. “I filled out a quiz once, you know.”


     ​​“A quiz?”


     ​​“Yeah. You know, in Cosmo. It was when I was in college. How to find your best sex partner. It turned out to be a guy in my biology

​​class—I think.” She frowned.


​​     “What do you mean—you think? What’d you do? Go to bed with the first man who correctly answered multiple-choice questions.

​​Eight correct answers and he gets to jump your bones.”


​​     “I meant, I think I had the right guy.”


​​     He raised his eyebrows so she continued.


     ​​“I was depressed.”


     ​​“What’s that have to do with anything?”


     ​​Men. They just didn’t understand PMS. In that department, Tony was just like all the rest. “I was eating chocolate.” He still looked

​​confused. “It was hot outside.” Still no light coming on upstairs. “The chocolate was melting and I dropped some on the page.”


     ​​“And that’s how you lost your virginity?” His frown deepened into furrows across his forehead.


​​     She shook her head. “No, that was in college, during my analytical period. I thought I could find the right man by process of

​​elimination. I actually lost my virginity my junior year in high school. Bobby Adams.” She sighed. Now he’d been a wild child.


     ​​“Bobby Adams! Were you insane or what?”


     ​​She straightened in her seat. “Just because he didn’t play football doesn’t mean he was a bad person.”


     ​​“He had a motorcycle. The guy was strange.”


     ​​Her smile was secretive. She’d loved his motorcycle and his black leather jacket and the way he’d wrapped his arms around her and

​​pulled her tight against him. But then she’d wised up and realized he wasn’t the brightest bulb in the string.


     ​​“Just how many guys have you been with?”


     ​​One eyebrow shot upward. “I’ll show you my list if you’ll show me yours.”


​​     Silence.


​​     She knew he’d been with girls—women, but it was an unwritten law they didn’t speak about that part of their lives as they searched

​​for their soul mates.


​​     Somewhere during her search, she realized it was Tony who made her heart beat faster, made her skin go from cold to hot with just

​​a ​​casual touch. She’d fallen in love with him.


     ​​Tony hadn’t seen the wisdom of her enlightenment. At least, not yet. There was a good chance he might never see it. If that was the

​​case, they were going to end up very lonely people.


     ​​She turned her gaze out the window and stared at the mountains of snow. Cold and lonely.


​​     Tony cast a quick glance in Sydney’s direction. She looked forlorn as she stared out the window. Damn it, he couldn’t take away her

​​pain this time. It just wasn’t possible.


     ​​He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. Not only because of the icy conditions but because he wanted to throttle her.

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