Ebenezer Herod is a descendent of King Herod. His family has never stopped trying to destroy Christmas. This year they may actually get their wish, but not if Ben can help it.
George wants nothing to do with restoring balance to the Christmas season, and she certainly isn't interested in the shockingly handsome and devilishly rich Ben. A determined do-gooder, Ben's used to saving the day, but he can't rescue Christmas alone. Can George and Ben find a way to work together despite their opposing heritages to make the Season bright?
Excerpt:The sound of his voice sent a visible shiver catapulting up her spine and she quite suddenly lost her balance. She clung to the banister, cringing at the snapping sound made by her narrow heel as it separated from the body of her shoe. “Blast!”
In a heartbeat’s moment, she felt two hands on her waist, stopping her from falling. “Whoa there. Easy. Are you all right?”
In the night chill, George could feel his warm breath on the back of his neck. It made her mind whirl and she felt woozy and faint. “Sorry about that,” she said, feeling the utter fool. Her hands touched his and while her mind said, you don’t need his help, every other fiber of her being howled Don’t let go!
She turned enough to face him. Standing there on the step above him made her slightly taller than he. A sensation she was quite familiar with, but not with someone she knew to be quite tall himself.
They stood with their faces inches apart. In the night air, their breath rose in white clouds and became one, dissipating into the night, forgotten.
“I’m not usually so clumsy,” she admitted, praying her voice would work. She needed something to work, but evidently her blood had stopped flowing because she felt frozen in her spot.
Ben blinked once, then again. “Neither am I.”
She was about to ask what he meant when their lips met. Had she moved, or had he? She wasn’t sure. The only thing she knew for certain was that her heart was pounding so hard that at any moment it might burst right through her skin. As she breathed in, she sensed herself drowning in a distinctly masculine scent, one she had noticed before but hadn’t felt consumed by. No man on earth deserved to smell this good. Oh…but every woman on earth deserved a moment like this.
OK...So...Whew....I read this with someone singing "Baby it's Cold Outside" in the background!...lol...I don't think so!...lol
So I think that maybe you should run out and pick this one up..it sounds like a winner to me:)
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