(MSRP: 1.5000)
Holly Winters doesn't do Christmas. Not anymore anyway. Unfortunately, her new neighbor, Lake Carrington, does-with enough Christmas cheer to rival Santa himself. But, Holly soon discovers that behind the twinkling lights, the heartwarming displays, and the sexy man himself lies a pain so deep that it might-just might-melt her own hardened heart. Will Lake turn Mrs. Scrooge into Mrs. Clause afterall?
Rosette
15 Pages Sweet
Excerpt:
"Good morning!" Lake waved as Holly made her way around the hedge toward his yard. He was on his haunches working on the train.
"It could have been," she mumbled, sidestepping the candy canes lining his driveway. She could really use a latte about right now. Her sleep-fogged brain refused to comprehend why anyone would willingly get up early on Saturday, much less sing.
"Something wrong?" Lake snapped the last track into place and stood. He stretched his arms heavenward. His joints snapped back into place. The movement tightened his sweater across his chest.
Holly gulped. Did he have a six-pack under there? A vision of ribbed chest muscles popped into her mind. She gave herself a mental shake. Concentrate, Hol. Quit ogling the new neighbor.
"Are you campaigning for Santa's job this year?" Holly blew a long sigh between her lips.
"I beg your pardon?" Lake blinked, his eyes widening.
"This." Holly waved toward the festive scenes. "All of this."
"I don't follow."
"Don't you think you've gone a bit overboard here? I don't think even the North Pole is this brightly lit and festive. You could land airplanes over here." Holly wove through the Dickens village until she reached him. Even though he towered over her by at least four inches, she planted her hands on her hips, narrowed her eyes and lifted her chin a notch. "Isn't this a bit much?"
"You have something against Christmas?" he challenged in a subdued tone, his blue eyes darkening a shade.
"No, of course not. In moderation," she added, shooting another glance toward the scenery.
Lake bit the inside of his cheek and scanned the décor. "I didn't realize it was a problem. I was just trying to bring a little Christmas cheer to the neighborhood." He glanced across the street then grinned sheepishly. "I guess this isn't a very festive street."
Holly followed his gaze. "No, most of the neighbors are senior citizens. They don't do much decorating."
"You're not a senior citizen," Lake added, giving her an appreciative glance. "What's your excuse?"
