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When reality show producer Sophia is assigned to convince Christmas fanatic Will to be on their holiday special, she imagines him to be an oddball momma’s boy wearing a reindeer Christmas sweater. What she doesn’t expect is the handsome, mysterious man who captures her attention, and seems determined to win her heart.
Their attraction is undeniable, and as charming Sophia convinces Will to work with her, she slowly unwraps the secrets in his past that make this determined and soulful man still yearn for the childhood he never had.
When the chaos of production starts, will Sophia be able to keep her promises to protect Will from being exploited, or will the bitter truth of reality television be a runaway train of disaster for both of them?
Join Sophia, Will and his dog Romeo to enter the world of his enchanting holiday house where stars shine indoors and snow is always falling…365 days of the year.
Excerpt:
I have a thought as he walks me to my car. “Remember what you said
last night about keeping things light? Why can’t we just decide to have
fun working together?”
“Really? It will be fun?”
I wink at him. “I’ll make it fun. You’ll be my Mr. Christmas.”
“Is this going to involve me wearing a Santa hat and no clothes at
some point?” His teasing has a hopeful edge.
“No, but I’ve been a really good girl this year,” I say, biting my lip and
batting my eyelashes.
“How good?” His smile turns into a grin.
“Really good, except when I was bad, of course. I can’t help it—you
make me want to be really naughty.”
“That works for me. You can be naughty with me any ol’ time.”
“Hmmm,” I moan while I tap my finger on my chin like I’m thinking
up lots of naughty plans.
Will looks properly seduced with his hooded eyes and sexy smile.
“Okay then, so what do you want from Mr. Christmas?”
“I want to jingle his bells.”
Will laughs. “Anything else?”
“And ride his sleigh.”
“Really?” He grins like a Cheshire cat as he leans against my car and
pulls me into his arms.
I press my body against him and glide my hands up his chest, while
he runs his fingers up and down my back.
“So if I’m Mr. Christmas, who are you?” he asks.
I moan as he kisses my neck. “Who do you want me to be? And don’t
say an elf.”
“No,” he says as he gently bites my earlobe and whispers in my ear.
“How about my girl… Ms. Christmas?”
I lean back and look him in the eyes. “Yeah?” I say, my heart fluttering.
“I’d like that.”
He smiles and gets a playful look in his eyes. “And one day I’ll take
you for that hot ride on my sleigh.”
“Are you flirting back, Mr. Christmas? ’Cause that was saucy. You’ve
got mad skills.”
He leans down to kiss me good-bye. “Oh beautiful, when it comes to
my mad skills—you haven’t seen anything yet.”
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