Take one town devoted to
Christmas. Add a
mysterious old
morgue-turned-hotel, a
snowstorm, six
star-crossed lovers,
some determined spirits,
and three of today’s
hottest romance authors,
and you’ve got a trio of
sizzling Christmas tales
that will leave you hot
and haunted…
ROSEMARY LAUREY - Dead
Certain
Annette James planned a
short visit to
Christmastown. Too bad
her Big Mistake from
high school, Jake
Warren, is also staying
at the Sleigh Bells Inn.
He’s sexier than ever
and--with a little help
from Christmast
spirits--ready to show
Annette what she’s been
missing all these years…
KAREN KELLEY - Blue
Suede Christmas
Sydney didn’t mean to
fall in love with her
songwriting partner.
Now, the only way to
avoid disaster is to
break up the team. But a
ghostly Elvis
impersonator has other
ideas, and mixing
business with pleasure
is the way to an
unforgettable Christmas…
DIANNE CASTELL - Holly
in His Heart
A snowstorm forces Case
McCormack to land his
Cessna in Christmastown
where his ex-wife,
Holly, is mayor.
Christmas tore them
apart once, but now, if
a meddling ghost has her
way, the holiday may be
the start of a
delicious, steamy
reunion…
And an added bonus story
from Karen -
THANK YOU, SANTA!
“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. “I filled out a quiz once, you know.”
“A quiz?”
“Yeah. 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.
