SYNOPSIS:
Hard-edged fireman Dean Mulligan has never been a
big fan of Christmas. Twinkly lights and sparkly tinsel
can't brighten the
memories of too many years spent in ramshackle foster homes.
Although he's
established himself as one of the top firefighters at San
Gabriel Station 1, he
doesn't think he's good enough for someone like gorgeous
Lizzie.
Lizzie Breen is used to fighting-from her alpha
male brothers, who try to smother her in the name of safety,
to the
life-threatening childhood illness she overcame. She knows
what she and
Mulligan feel for each other is a lot more than a fling, but
she can't get him
to see that. The only gift Lizzie wants to give him this
season is her love,
but he's not willing to accept it.
When Mulligan is trapped in the burning wreckage
of a holiday store, a Christmas angel arrives to open his
eyes. But is it too
late? This Christmas, it'll take an angel, a determined
woman in love, and the
entire Bachelor Firemen crew to make him believe … it is
indeed a wonderful life.
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“You shouldn’t be
flirting with the new probie. If Fred was here, he’d tell
you.” Mulligan looked
very sure of that fact—arrogant, even. She assessed the bump
in his nose, the
way his biceps bulged from the sleeves of his T-shirt, his
air of absolute
assurance. Another girl might be intimidated, but Lizzie had
grown up with four
brothers who’d become soldiers and a firefighter. She’d
outgrown intimidation
by the age of
six.
“Why
are you so suspicious of Ace? He’s part
of the brotherhood, isn’t he?”
“Not yet,”
Mulligan said with decisive finality, as if everything had
now been settled.
“You stay here, and I’ll tell him to get lost.”
“You will not!”
She grabbed his arm as he brushed past her. It felt like
grabbing a log, that’s
how thick and strong his forearm was. “It’s none of your
business.”
“It is my
business. Freddie’s my business. We’re tight.”
“If you were that
tight, you’d know that his only involvement with my love
life is feeding me ice
cream after a breakup,” she snapped. “Stay out of it,
Mulligan. You have some
nerve, you really do. I’ve never even met you before, and
you’re trying to tell
me who to sleep with.”
He stopped dead.
She kept her hand on his arm because it felt so good. His
tendons tightened
under her touch, and she saw his jaw flex.
A quick flick of
his wrist, and suddenly she was pressed against him, chest
to chest, thighs to
thighs. Sensation poured through her; it felt like standing
next to a volcano.
“I’m not telling you who to sleep with. I’m telling you who
not to sleep with.”
“Oh, really?” she
snapped, furious. “Who should I not
sleep with?”
“Anyone but me.”
Jennifer
Bernard is a graduate of Harvard and a former news promo
producer. The child of
academics, she confounded her family by preferring romance
novels to … well,
any other books. She left big city life for true love in
Alaska, where she now
lives with her husband and stepdaughters. She’s no stranger
to book success, as
she also writes erotic novellas under a naughty secret name
not to be mentioned
at family
gatherings.
Visit her on the Web
at:
Website: www.JenniferBernard.net
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Email:
Twitter: jen_bernard
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