Sugar and Spice
Shirley Jump, Joanne Fluke
Language: English
Pages: 432
ISBN: 0821780476
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Tis the season when anything can happen . . . when passion sparks brightest . . . and miracles and magic can turn any heart toward love . . .
The Christmas Stocking, Fern Michaels
Philadelphia businesswoman Amy Baran is determined to raise money for a new seniors' center by harvesting Christmas trees from the small-town Virginia farm she remembers from her childhood. Trouble is, Gus Moss has come home from California with his own ideas about saving the farm his father has neglected. Neither wants to give up, but when attraction turns to romance, they just might have to give in . . .
The Ghost of Christmas Past, Beverly Barton
Wounded Special Ops officer Mack MacKinnon doesn't have any reason to look forward to the holidays--until he rescues pretty widow Katie Hadley from a raging blizzard. Now, in a season of miracles, he's falling as hard and fast as the Christmas Eve snow . . .
The Twelve Desserts of Christmas, Joanne Fluke
Take two lovestruck teachers. Add a dollop of conspiring kids. Place in a boarding school over Christmas break. And add a little help--and eight, great recipes--from amateur sleuth Hannah Swenson, and you've got a romantic holiday tale that's sweet, delicious, and definitely served warm . . .
Twelve Days, Shirley Jump Of all the luck--Natalie Harris can't believe she drew Jake Lyons as her Secret Santa pal! The dreamy hunk leaves her completely tongue-tied. But with twelve days of secret gifts, sweet notes, and steamy emails to go, she just may conquer her fear and discover something surprising under the tree . . .
Treat yourself to four unforgettable tales of holiday romance filled with sugar and spice and everything nice . . .
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attitude. Tillie Baran knew she had some serious soul-searching to do. She wondered if it was too late to redeem herself in her daughter’s eyes. Respect was all she could hope for. Love was simply out of the question and with no other options available to her, she would have to accept whatever Amy was willing to give her. As Tillie prepared for bed, a plan started to form in her mind. Tomorrow, if Amy cut her some slack, she’d go out to Moss Farms and try to sweet-talk Sam. If she had to, she
coming into the house. He liked the sweet-smelling sheets and clean blankets Mrs. Collins put on his bed. He liked that there was a fire blazing in the kitchen fireplace when he came in from THE CHRISTMAS STOCKING 59 work. He liked the whole gig. Cyrus liked it too. The dog had made friends with Gus’s father. Out of the corner of his eye he’d see Gus’s father scratch Cyrus behind his ears and call him Buster from time to time. He knew at night that the retriever spent part of the night with him
arms around her. He grappled for something to say. “Why is this so important to you?” Amy brushed at the corners of her eyes. “I’m not sure. If you absolutely need an answer, the only thing I can say is I’m trying to . . . to . . . prove to my mother that I turned out okay even though she was never around when I did things she should have patted me on the head for. I suppose that sounds silly to you. I don’t know, maybe it’s a girl thing. I never got . . . what I mean is . . . I always wanted her
tears, and leaned into him. But the minute her breasts pressed against his chest and he eased his hands down her arms, she gasped and jerked away from him. “Katie?” She ran from him, straight to the back door. Realizing she was running scared, he simply stood there and watched while she flung open the door and hurried out onto the porch. After giving her a couple of minutes, he retrieved his parka from the hall tree, walked outside, and came up behind her. With her blond hair blowing in the frigid
and downtown Gatlinburg.” “How long do you think it will take them to get up here?” “I’m not sure. This is just my second winter here, and we didn’t get anything half this bad last winter.” “Then I might be here for Christmas.” “You might be.” She sighed again. “If that happens, may I use your cell phone to call my family on Christmas Day?” 176 Beverly Barton “Sure.” After giving him another smile, she used the manual can opener to remove the lids from the tuna cans, then dumped the contents
