ONE SWEET CHRISTMAS
By Darlene Fredette
BACK COVER
BLURB:
It’s going to take
more than a few pieces of chocolate to fill this Scrooge’s heart with Christmas
cheer. Luckily Candice Cane has a whole shop full...
EXCERPT
‘You’re late.’
She shoved the bag at him. ‘Here’s your suit.’
He stepped
back. ‘Wait, you don’t actually think I’m going through with this.’
‘If you ever want to be single again, you’ll
take this bag and get changed in the washroom — now.’ The children were
waiting, and lack of sleep made Candi in no mood to argue.
He stood still
for several seconds and then, without warning, he closed the door behind him. Jackson
grabbed the bag from her hands and tossed it on the counter.
Candi held a
breath.
His eyes filled
with longing. His chest expanded, as if he attempted to control his breathing.
Every nerve in her body tingled in anticipation. The voice in her head demanded
she flee, yet her feet remained cemented to the floor. She waited — hoping
Jackson would pull her into his arms.
Children’s
laughter echoed from the shop and broke his advance.
‘You and I need
to clear a few things that are screwy in my head but, apparently, I have a job
to do first.’ Jackson shrugged out of his coat and unzipped the bag.
‘You can
change...’ Candi stopped. Did he have no modesty? Jackson whisked his blue,
long-sleeved shirt over his head and stepped from his dark trousers. He stood
in front of her in only a black T-shirt and matching boxers.
Candi’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t look away. He was
beautiful, even more than she remembered. The thin T-shirt stretched across the
planes of his chest. His legs were long and muscled. If Jackson meant to
embarrass her, his plan worked. Unable to tear her gaze away, she watched as he
stepped into the red pants and slipped his arms into the coat. He strapped on
the pillow-stuffed belly bag and fumbled with the buttons through the fake fur
trim.
The pants were
a bit short, but nothing the boots wouldn’t hide. The coat fit snug across his
broad shoulders and the pants clung nicely to his butt. Candi sucked in a
breath and passed him a wig and fluffy, white beard. Jackson rolled his eyes,
donning the fake hair, and topped off the disguise with a floppy red hat.
‘How do I
look?’
He would
definitely win over the children, but a sinking feeling washed through her
stomach when she envisioned the youngsters fighting their mothers to see who first
sat on Santa’s lap. ‘Just like jolly old Saint Nick,’ she said. But much hotter!
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BIO:
An
avid reader since childhood, Darlene loved to put a pencil to paper and plot
out stories of her own. Her writing is a combination of contemporary romance
with chick lit flare, and a main focus as a plot-driven page-turner. When
Darlene isn’t writing, editing, or reading, she enjoys spending time with her
husband, daughter, and Yellow Lab.
3 comments:
Thank you for hosting my today, Karyn! :-)
Oops! My bad typo, 'my' should be 'me'. My fingers are still frozen from shoveling snow, lol!
My pleasure! I heard the Halifax area got snow~stay warm and dry!
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