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Christmas recipe for love—combine a matchmaking Santa, lots of mistletoe, one iron-clad rule, fated hearts; mix and stir. The Riley siblings don’t stand a chance.
Mistletoe Mischief: Christmas in July at the zoo is the last place single parents Eric Riley and Marissa Wilder expect to find love. Thanks to some mistletoe mischief in the form of their two young daughters and Santa, they discover Mistletoe Rules were not made to be broken.
Mistletoe Magic: Major Mark Riley plays Court Jester to Janelle Walsh's Snow Queen at the Christmas Parade and is instantly captivated by the cute redhead whose grandpa just happens to be Santa. When Mark learns she's the tenant he evicted from his newly purchased property, it's going to take a little bit of Santa's mistletoe magic to save their romance.
Mistletoe Match-up: When Lisa Riley comes home for Mark's Christmas Eve wedding, her high school rivalry with Janelle's cousin, Derek Walsh, picks up right where it left off, only this time Derek's got the upper hand. Santa bides his time as they battle it out because he's waited a whole year for this mistletoe match-up.
(300 pages) Spicy
Excerpt:
"If I don't do this, it's going to drive me crazy until I see you again," he told her in a low voice.
Her throat muscles worked in a hard swallow. "Do what?" A downward flick of her gaze said she knew the answer to her own question.
He let his mouth relax in a slow, confidant smile. One step closer brought him close enough to brace a hand against the wagon on either side of her. "I gotta tell you, pretty as you were as the Snow Queen, elf suits you better--although I do miss those cute, pointy little ears."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please."
He took a moment to let his gaze roam over her face. Snow drifted down silently and their breath mingled in the frigid air. Mark drew out the anticipation of what was to come, enjoying the awareness that warmed the space between them.
"You look like Christmas," he murmured.
One corner of her mouth twitched. "I'm guessing it's the costume."
He shook his head and reached up to twirl a red curl around his finger, watching the silky length wind against his skin before holding her gaze with his. "Red and green, and all wrapped up like a delicious, cinnamon scented present."
She laughed softly.
Mark closed the remaining few inches, pressing the length of his body to hers. "In fact, I think I need to go find Santa and tell him I've been a real good boy this year."
He spoke the last words a hairsbreadth away from her lips.
