(MSRP: 12.9900)
After catching her fiancé and a bridesmaid in a tete-a-crotch, Jessie Maynard vowed to renounce men forever. Or at least until Christmas. She figured she’d hole up for the holiday in her late Aunt Blanche’s sleepy southern town. But the residents of Mystic Hollow weren’t so much sleeping as dying and her aunt’s witch hat house was already occupied by a sexy, green-eyed sorcerer who knew just how to make a girl change her mind.
Luke Tanner’s ex-wife had turned his heart to ice, so spending five days with a feisty runaway bride was no threat, at least not until Jessie entangled him in a murder investigation of a philandering minister and locked him in a coffin. Luke’s plans for a hot little affair with Jessie did not include marriage, until his ex-wife showed up gift wrapped, and he had to make a choice: the past or the future?
(256 pages) Spicy
EXCERPT:
The trembling hand betrayed the mortician’s fear. Damn. There was nothing more dangerous
than a guy with a nervous trigger finger.
But he couldn’t leave yet.
“What’s going on here? You could do open heart surgery in this embalming room.”
Luke never got the answer. A banshee shriek tomahawked through the air. It was accompanied by door pounding worthy of the Gestapo.
“Lucas Tanner! I know you’re in there. You come out here this instant!”
What the hell was Jessie doing here? Damn interfering elf. How was he supposed to protect her? “Ignore that,” Luke muttered.
“If only that were possible,” Epps barked. He jerked open the door and someone catapulted into the room.
“Lucas Tanner,” she shouted, “How dare you stand me up?”
Epps’s face twisted in fury. “Miss Maynard, this is a mortuary. We try to maintain a sense of decorum here.”
She turned toward the mortician as if she’d just noticed him. Luke tensed. Would he attack her? More likely she’d attack him. She was a warrior princess. She flashed Epps a smile so bright it reflected off the stainless steel surfaces.
“I beg your pardon, Mr. Epps,” she said, in a conciliatory voice. “I am so sorry for the interruption. But I’m sure you’ll agree that I have a right to be angry. This guy,” she jerked her thumb at Luke without taking her eyes off the mortician, “was supposed to pick me up forty minutes ago. We’ve got an appointment to get our blood tests.”
Epps frowned, apparently as confused as Luke. “Blood tests?”
“For the license,” Jessie continued. “He accidentally seduced me last night so we’re getting married. The day after Christmas.”
We’re getting married?
