Wedding
Bells in Christmas
Christmas, Colorado # 4
By: Debbie Mason
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ABOUT THE BOOK~
To have and to hold from this day forward
Wedding
bells are ringing in the charming town of Christmas, but not for Vivian
Westfield. She's just had her heart trampled under the cowboy boots of Chance
McBride and lost her dream job at a big-city newspaper. But when she returns
for a wedding, she stumbles on a story that could resurrect her career. First,
though, she'll have to deal with the handsome man standing in her way . . . and
a still-burning flame that's too hot to ignore.
Chance
recognizes trouble when he sees it. He just didn't expect to find it in the
first-class cabin on the flight home for his father's wedding. Yet there she
is, as gorgeous as ever. Vivi dared Chance to want things he knew he could
never have. It's why he left her. But Christmas's meddling matchmakers have
them firmly in their sights. So if they want to survive the next week, they'll
have to play the part of an adoring couple-an irresistible charade that may
give them a second chance at the real thing . . .
GOODREADS SERIES
ABOUT THE AUTHOR~Debbie Mason is the bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series. Her books have been praised for their "likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series has received several nominations for best paranormal as well as a Holt Medallion Award of Merit. When she isn't writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their four wonderful children, an adorable grandbaby, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.
EXCERPT~
Vivi
dragged her gaze from Chance's amazing biceps to . . . dammit, his equally amazing face. His
eyebrows raised at what she belatedly realized had been her very thorough
perusal of all his amazingness. Her face, along with a certain body part—one that had been piteously ignored for
the last eighteen months—got warm and
tingly. She fanned herself with the informational card, then realized what she
was doing. She stuffed it back in the pouch. “Leave Nell to me. I’ll talk to
her and set her straight,” she said with perhaps more feeling than was
warranted.
“Trust me,
I know my aunt better than you do, and trying to reason with her will do as
much good as waving a red flag in front of a bull.”
Trust him? Vivi didn’t trust anyone. She
hadn’t since she was seventeen and found out that people you loved died and
mothers who were supposed to love you didn’t. Chance had made her forget those
hard- earned life lessons. Only he hadn’t been Chance then, he’d been James
Harris. But he had more experience with Nell than she did. “So what do you
suggest we do?”
“Simple.
We’ll tell her we’re together, and she’ll leave us alone.”
Her and
Chance . . . together. It was like her
fantasy come true. Only it wasn’t. She cleared what she imagined was a look of
longing and hope from her face. “Are you crazy?”
“No. Think
about it. If we don’t cut her off at the pass, she’ll drive us nuts. She won’t
let up, and she’ll get her buddies in on the action. What’s the big deal? It’s
only for a week. And it’s not as if anyone will expect us to spend much time
together. I’ll be busy with my dad’s wedding.”
Vivi didn’t
think Nell and Christmas’s matchmakers were that big a problem. Sure, they’d be
annoying and no doubt drive them slightly insane. But pretending to be Chance’s
girlfriend? That would be a problem. All those soft, romantic feelings would
come back to bite her in the butt. She opened her mouth to . . . What? If she didn’t agree to his plan, he’d
wonder why. He obviously had no qualms about pretending to be in love with her.
She felt like bonking her head on the seat in front of her, but instead said,
“Okay, fine. We’ll pretend we’re dating. But I’m telling Maddie and Skye the
truth.”
“Might as well forget about it, then. They’ll
blow it.”
“No they
won’t. They—”
“Yeah, they
will. Your girls have been under Nell’s influence for what, over a year now?
They’ll cave. Guaranteed.”
Okay, so he
did have a point.
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