Operation: Wife Her Up is underway, and I never fail in my mission.
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FATHER OF THE BRIDE
She's the maid of honor. He's the father of the bride.
Thanks to a snowstorm on the East Coast, I'm the only member of my best friend's wedding party to actually arrive in Vegas as planned. But she has a plan. . . her father will pick me up at the airport, and we'll take care of any last-minute wedding details together. Not in the plan is the unexpected sizzling chemistry with an older, off-limits man and being talked into sharing his suite.
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas? Not if the father of the bride claims you as his own.
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BEFORE HE WAS HER HEADMASTER
My one-night stand? He’s sitting behind the headmaster’s desk.
We meet at a truck stop. The chemistry is immediate, and we both do something out of character: one night, no explanations. The next day, I arrive at yet another private school. I’m a mature student who just needs three credits before I can graduate. Now I’m the off-limits forbidden temptation Sebastian Craig can’t forget, and we both try our best to behave. It works for a few weeks. . .until our secret cravings come tumbling out in the library after hours. How will we keep our private connection hidden until the end of term? I want to be his sweet girl forever, but the age gap and responsibility of his role might be too much to overcome. . .
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ABOVE THE SHOP
He was my mom’s high school boyfriend.
I have seventeen dollars to my name and a one-way bus ticket to my new college town—two months early. Oh, and the name of a man I’ve never met scrawled on a piece of paper. Henry Wilde.
But when I show up on his doorstep, he has no idea that my mom said I could stay with him. And he only has one bed.
It’s eight weeks until I can move onto campus.
Eight weeks of living with him above his barbershop. So I’m going to make myself useful. Help him out, and not try to pester him about what it’s going to be like at college. Because this homeschooled girl has a lot of questions, but they’re not appropriate for my de facto guardian. Not even if we’re both consenting adults…
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An Excerpt from Santa’s Baby
Neely
When I came to work this morning, the forecast for Christmas Eve was postcard perfect. Just below freezing, a light dusting of snow. . . the perfect backdrop for Santa to zip around the world, bringing presents to children and the young at heart alike.
People like the residents of the retirement community where I work on the outskirts of Conception Ridge. I’m the recreation director’s new assistant, and tonight’s Christmas party was supposed to be my first big event at Cliffside Village.
But in the eight hours since I left home in a cute little white dress and black ankle boots, the weather turned nasty.Good thing I have a nice, long coat, I think to myself as I peer out into the blustery night. My car is parked halfway between the retirement community and the lighthouse where my father’s best friend is the keeper, and it’s going to be a miserable hike out to it at the end of the night.
“Neely, any sign of our Santa Claus?”
I shake my head.
My boss is about to say something else when her phone rings. “Hello?”
I can tell from the look on her face that it’s our St. Nicholas bailing.