THE WARREN FAMILY HOLIDAYS
Two hearts. One snowstorm. A second chance at love.
Swirling snow may have stranded me at this tiny airport in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve, but it has nothing on the storm raging inside me when he walks into the terminal.
My first love and the man who shattered my world.
I thought I locked my feelings for him safely away in the past, but one look is all it takes for me to
drown in his icy blue eyes again.
So much time has passed.
I’m no longer that naïve teenager standing on a beach,
wishing the boy would choose me.
Now, I’m hiding a secret that could unravel both our lives.
The emergency landing in Nowheresville is more
than an inconvenience.
It’s a disaster.
The annual family holiday party in NYC was my chance to make the statement I’ve been dreaming of for so long.
Now, all my best laid plans will have to wait until I can
get out of here and back to civilization.
Nothing can salvage this day.
Yet seeing Penelope Barnes again turns this bad situation
into the opportunity of a lifetime.
Reuniting with the only woman I’ve ever loved would be
the ultimate Christmas gift.
But how can I heal the old wounds and or fit into
the new life she created?
When temperatures drop and snowflakes fly, can love find a way to weather the storm for the ultimate Christmas miracle?
HOLIDAY BRIDAL WAVE
Wanted: one bride for marriage to billionaire heir at New Year’s Eve wedding. Submit resume and photo to INEEDAWIFE@wannamarryabillionaire.com
All I want is to be CEO at Warren Enterprises Worldwide, but the newly revised Warren Trust makes it clear...
I won’t inherit the company or the family fortune unless
I’m hitched before the first of the year.
Too bad I don’t have a girlfriend or fiancée.
What I do have is charm, dashing good looks, a prestigious lineage, an email address, and a faithful assistant willing to help me sort through all the applicants.
But the longer we spend weeding out the duds, the more
I appreciate the woman in front of me.
Too bad Blaire doesn’t fit the requirements for a Warren bride.
And one way or another, this New Year’s Eve, I’ll be kissing
my wife at the stroke of midnight.
Helping my hot boss find a bride isn’t really
part of my job description.
It’s busy enough around the office during the holidays without having to comb through applications from vapid bimbos who only want the Warren money.
But Archie needs my help, and I’m hopeless to deny him when
he flashes me that panty-melting grin and sings my praises.
He says I’m invaluable.
As an employee...or more?
Because with every moment we spend together planning his loveless New Year’s Eve wedding, my heart inches closer to falling in love with him.
Holiday miracles are the things of fairy tales, but this New Year’s Eve, one might be found in the place they least expect it.