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WINTER
DREAMS
7 Heartfelt Holiday Romances
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Blurb
Winter's crisp cold is
the perfect backdrop for holiday lights, snowball fights, and starry nights by
the fire, curled up with hunky heroes. Let these seven couples show you how to
find the warmth of red-hot romance.
·
Christmas
Dinner: Amanda dreads
returning home single for Christmas, but the only available man is her rival
for the TV anchor spot. Can the holiday spirit turn animosity into love?
·
The
Winter Fairy: Recuperating ballerina
Penelope Glazier can enchant the young girls in her class, but will her magic
work on Carson Langley, the sexy but straight-laced single father of her most
talented student?
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Holiday
Hoopla: Halle is about to lose
her gift shop, until banker Blake walks into her life, dangling an offer that
could save it all, or cost her everything.
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Wynter's
Journey: Twelve years after tragedy
tore Wynter and Sam apart, can another predicament bring them back together?
·
The
Winter Promise: War throws Lady Emma
and Lord Robert together, where they must decide if they can listen to their
hearts - or if they would be wiser never to trust each other.
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Winter
Storms: Daniel's sailing
accident cost Carly her shot at Olympic dreams, while his own athletic success
was unhindered. Now he's returned and they're stuck in the Cornish village
where storms lash them from outside - and within.
·
Old
Christmas: Casey needs help from
the magic that walks on Old Christmas Eve to find her way back home, and to the
love she left behind.
Sensuality Level: Sensual
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Christmas Dinner by Robyn Neeley
“Arrive at destination
on left.” The familiar voice of Tate’s GPS echoed throughout his
Jeep, interrupting the
soft sounds of Christmas music.
This couldn’t be right. Could
it? He pulled onto the side of the road. His navigation
system had taken him
down a dark and twisty path for the last fifteen minutes. There
were few homes on either
side. He shook Amanda’s shoulder gently. His eyes focused on
the spectacle in front of
him.
“What time is it?” She
yawned and sat up. “Are we here already?”
“That’s what I would
like to know. Amanda, is this your parents’ house?” He leaned over his
steering wheel and peered out the window. In front of him, thousands of decorative red and green lights flickered on
rows of Christmas trees at the bottom of a hill, showcasing what he could only describe as a cross between
Santa’s Village and the middle of Times Square. A blanket of snow
stretched at least a quarter of a mile up the hill. At the top was a
beautiful two-story mountain log cabin. Glistening white Christmas lights
outlined the house.
Amanda sighed. “Yep.
We’re here.”
“This is amazing.
Amanda, is your dad Santa Claus?” he asked, half joking.
“Not quite.”
“They could land 747 jets
on your front yard. That tree in the middle has to be over
thirty feet tall.” He
pointed to the west side of the lawn. “Is that a horse and sleigh over
there?”
“The horse is fake. I’d
rather not talk about the sleigh.”
“Then we won’t.” He
suspected she might have some unpleasant memories of it
involving the infamous
ex. Perhaps it was the scene of the aborted proposal.
Amanda sighed. “Good.
Did your parents decorate their lawn for the holidays?” She
reached behind her for
her bags.
“No. Well, yeah, I guess. But this, well, this .
. . wow . . . It’s just really something.”
About Robyn
Robyn
Neeley is an East Coaster who loves to explore new places, watches way more
reality TV than she cares to admit, can’t live without Recess Peanut Butter
Cups and has never met a Christmas cookie she didn’t like. (Her favorite cookie
made it into Holiday Wedding!) She
writes romantic comedy, sometimes with a hint of magic, but always with a happy
ending. Visit her at www.robynneeley.com.
Wynter’s Journey by
Jennifer DeCuir
Okay, it was go time. What was the
first thing they were supposed to do? Sam looked wildly around the room. He
kept his voice calm, and hid the tremors that threatened to rattle his teeth
loose. Wynter was counting on him.
He got her into bed and rushed to his
desk in the corner. Jerking at the mouse to wake up the screen, Sam brought up
the website he’d been studying just a few short hours ago. He thought he’d had
more time.
Yeah, he’d been anticipating this. It
was Vermont–in the dead of winter. Chances were pretty damned good that a
snowstorm would make a routine hospital delivery less and less likely. And he’d
been right to assume that Wynter wouldn’t take the contractions seriously until
it was too late. She was too stubborn for her own good.
So they were doing this. Another scream
from the bed had him yanking the power cord from the laptop and carrying it
with him back to the other side of the room. The website hadn’t bothered to
explain that hearing his best friend’s gut-wrenching cries of pain would push
his own stress levels beyond human endurance.
“Amazing what you can learn from the
internet.” That ridiculous statement earned him a glare. Yeah, probably best to
keep the chatter to a minimum.
“Sam. Call 9-1-1,” she panted.
He was going to do that. It was next on
his list. Really. He reached for the cell phone that he kept on the nightstand
charger next to his bed. It wasn’t there. He stared frantically at the empty
charger.
Wynter watched him closely, her eyes
pleading with him.
“Sam, please!” She clutched at the
sheets with a white-knuckled grip, her entire body going rigid. Crap.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t go
anywhere.” Sam spun on his heel and raced for the stairs, taking them two at a
time, falling on his butt and sliding down the last few. Not letting it stop
his momentum, he ran to his office.
About Jennifer
Jennifer DeCuir grew
up in a small town in Maine, which provides the basis for Scallop Shores, the
fictional town in Drawn to Jonah. She's busy raising two kids and a husband.
She loves including children and babies in her stories, as her own provide
endless story ideas. Currently residing in rain-soaked Washington, she can
usually be found working on her latest book in a local Starbucks. Visit Jennifer
at http://www.jenniferdecuir.com/home.html.
Old
Christmas by Kathryn Brocato
Casey blinked and shook her head. “Now I know what’s
wrong here. This is a dream. All of you except Granny are dead. I knew there
was something weird about this.”
Cynthia tilted one hip forward in imitation of a
model’s stance. “You’re the one who believes in all Mom’s nonsense about Old
Christmas. And they do say spirits walk on Old Christmas Eve.”
“I’m getting out of here.” Casey felt her hair
attempting to lift off her scalp. “Come on, Granny.”
Alice chuckled.
“No one here means you any harm, Casey. We all want the same thing–your
happiness.”
Casey reached out tentatively to touch Alice. Alice’s skin was warm and solid, not
cool and fragile as it had been in the hospital.
Casey swallowed and regarded her grandmother in shock.
Alice smiled.
“Don’t try to hold me, Casey. I’m more than ready to go. It’s Old Christmas
Eve, you know. I only came to apologize for teaching you to be ashamed of your
mother’s actions. I simply didn’t realize how it would affect you.”
Casey squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them again,
and forked her hair back to stare wildly around the barn. She couldn’t see two
inches in front of her face.
She was alone.
About Kathryn
Kathryn Brocato writes contemporary romance
with a small-town touch. She is a scientist and business owner who lives in
Southeast Texas with her husband, dogs, and chickens. Her first published
romance was a Kismet Romance, Storm Warning. She also wrote The Cartwright Heritage,
writing as Katy King for White Rose Press. Currently, she writes contemporary
romance for the Crimson Romance line. Visit Kathryn at http://kathrynbrocato.com/.
