All She Wants for Christmas. Stacy Connelly
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Название: All She Wants for Christmas
Автор: Stacy Connelly
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
isbn: 9781472057167
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All She Wants for Christmas
Stacy Connelly
MILLS & BOON
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Table of Contents
Stacy Connelly has dreamed of publishing books since she was a kid, writing stories about a girl and her horse. Eventually, boys made it onto the page as she discovered a love of romance and the promise of happily-ever-after.
When she is not lost in the land of make-believe, Stacy lives in Arizona with her two spoiled dogs. Stacy loves to hear from her readers at [email protected].
Thank you to Susan Litman and Gail Chasan for giving me this chance and for all the hard work that went into my first book.
To the Loaded Pencils - Karen, Dana, Teri, Pam and especially Betty (for assigning the short story that eventually became this book). Thanks for letting me be one of the “piñatas” all these years.
To Kris - For asking when my book was coming out years and years before I was published!
To Kathy - I’d need a whole book to list all the reasons why!
Chapter One
“Got some bad news, boss.”
Clay Forrester looked up as his assistant ducked beneath the painter’s scaffolding and played hopscotch over the electrical cords crisscrossing his office. Wallpaper swatches hung from a wall streaked with paint samples. Drop cloths protected his leather couch and chairs, but a fine layer of construction dust covered his mahogany desk. “What is it, Marie?”
Marie Cirillo opened her mouth just as the electrician started a high-powered drill. For a brief moment, the earsplitting electrical squeal seemed to emanate from his assistant. Clay choked back a laugh as she shot the construction worker an exasperated look.
The drilling stopped, and Clay asked, “Has anyone ever told you that you have a promising future as a ventriloquist’s dummy?”
“You know, walking in here, I felt bad having to tell you this, but I’m feeling better about it now.” She smirked. “Doug Frankle’s sick.”
His smile faded. “Our office Christmas party is in less than two hours, and our Santa is sick?”
The company party was being held two weeks before the holiday so it wouldn’t interfere with family gatherings and vacations. The event was the culmination of a long, difficult year, and Clay was determined nothing would go wrong.
“Tell me we have a backup,” he pleaded.
“His wife dropped off the costume if you want to substitute,” Marie offered, with a cheeky grin.
Unfolding his six-foot frame from his leather chair, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Do I look like a fat old man with a beard?”
“If Christmas was for the naughty instead of the nice, you’re exactly what Santa Claus would look like.”
“Very funny.” Pulling out his wallet, Clay tossed two one-hundred-dollar bills onto his desk. “Go СКАЧАТЬ