The Twelve Nights of Christmas [NOOK Book]

Overview

Unexpectedly homeless for the festive season and exhausted from transforming the penthouse of the hotel where she works into a dazzling winter wonderland, chambermaid Evie Anderson secretly sleeps over. Woken by an outrageously sensual kiss, Evie feels her body come alive?until she realizes her seducer is Rio Zacarelli, her dangerously attractive new boss!

This Christmas, it's imperative that Rio's reputation appear spotless?but innocently enticing Evie is a temptation he can't ...

See more details below
The Twelve Nights of Christmas

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook - Original)
$3.49
BN.com price

Overview

Unexpectedly homeless for the festive season and exhausted from transforming the penthouse of the hotel where she works into a dazzling winter wonderland, chambermaid Evie Anderson secretly sleeps over. Woken by an outrageously sensual kiss, Evie feels her body come alive…until she realizes her seducer is Rio Zacarelli, her dangerously attractive new boss!

This Christmas, it's imperative that Rio's reputation appear spotless—but innocently enticing Evie is a temptation he can't resist! Their scorching chemistry leads to twelve nights of endless pleasure. But will it last once the decorations come down?

Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426874703
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 11/1/2010
  • Series: Snowkissed and Seduced!, #2
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 192
  • Sales rank: 4,633
  • File size: 354 KB

Meet the Author

 

 

 

USA Today bestselling author Sarah Morgan writes hot, happy contemporary romance. Her trademark humour and sensuality have gained her fans across the globe and two RITA® Awards from the Romance Writers of America. Sarah lives near London with her family. Visit her at www.sararahmorgan.com

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

'I never thought this moment would come, Pietro. Let's celebrate.' Rio Zaccarelli sat back as the vintage champagne was poured into his glass. Across the table, his lawyer opened his case and handed him a sheaf of papers.

'I'm not celebrating until this one is in the bag. How did you get a table here? I've never seen so many rich, powerful people in one place.' Pietro glanced discreetly over his shoulder, his gaze skimming the other diners. His eyes widened as he focused on a man in a dark grey suit. 'Isn't that—?'

'Yes. Don't stare or you'll have security teams swarming over your lunch.' Rio flicked through the papers, scanning the contents. As he reached for his champagne he noticed that his hand shook slightly and he wrenched back his emotions, forcing himself to treat this like any other business deal. 'You haven't eaten here before?'

'I've been waiting a year to get a table at this restaurant and you do it in one phone call. There are times when I wish I had your influence.'

'Complete this deal and I'll get you a table. That's a promise.' Complete this deal and I'll buy you the restaurant.

'I'll hold you to that. You have to sign on the back page.' Pietro handed him a pen and Rio signed the documents with a bold scrawl.

'As usual, I owe you—for your discretion as well as your astonishing legal brain. Order the lobster. It's sublime and you've more than earned it.'

'Thank me when it's all signed and sealed and not before. I've learned not to celebrate until the ball is in the net. It's been a hard fight and this may still not be finished.' The lawyer took the wedge of papers and slipped them into his briefcase. 'The stakes are high. They haven't stopped fighting, Rio. They don't want you to win this.'

'I'm aware of that.' A red mist of anger coloured his vision and his fingers tightened on the delicate stem of the champagne flute. The tension was like steel bands around his body. 'I want to be kept updated, Pietro. Any changes, phone my personal line.'

'Understood.' Pietro snapped his case shut. 'This deal could still blow itself apart. The most important thing is that you need to keep yourself whiter than fresh snow between now and Christmas. Don't get yourself so much as a parking ticket. Not a blemish. Not a rumour. My advice as a friend who knows you? Find an isolated ski lodge and lock yourself away. No liaisons with women, no kiss and tell stories—for the time being, sex is off the agenda.'

Rio, who hadn't gone ten days without sex since he'd lost his virginity, kept his face expressionless. 'I'll be discreet.'

'No.' Pietro leaned forward, switching from friend back to lawyer in the blink of an eye. 'If you want this deal watertight, then discretion isn't enough. I'm saying no sex, Rio. Unless it's married sex. If you happen to suddenly fall for a decent, wholesome girl whose entire objective in life is to love you and give you babies, that might actually help your case—' he gave a faint smile and spread his hands in a fatalistic gesture '—but, knowing you as I do, there's not much chance of that.'

'None at all. There's no such thing as a decent, wholesome girl and if there were she'd undergo a personality change the moment she met me,' Rio drawled. 'Within minutes she'd be thinking about prenuptial agreements and record breaking divorce settlements.'

Pietro picked up the menu. 'I don't blame you for being cynical, but—'

'I understand you. No sex. Sounds like I'm in for an exciting Christmas.' Rio thought of the Russian ballerina who was currently waiting in his apartment, lying on silk sheets, waiting for the visit he couldn't risk making.

He'd send her diamonds and give her the use of his private jet to fly home to Moscow for Christmas. They could pick up their relationship in the New Year. Or not. Realising that he wasn't bothered either way, he frowned.

Perhaps it was a good job he had an urgent business trip to make. He could work off his excess energy in other ways.

His eyes blank of expression, Rio stared out of the glass sided restaurant that had views over the centre of Rome, watching the crazy traffic fighting for space on the streets below.

There was nothing he wouldn't do to achieve the outcome he wanted. Even denying his libido for a short time.

Pietro put down the menu and picked up his glass, a hint of a smile on his face. 'I have a feeling this will be the hardest thing you've ever done. Go somewhere there are no women. I hear Antarctica is sparsely populated at this time of year.'

'I have to fly to London on business.'

'You are confronting Carlos?'

'I'm firing him,' Rio said coldly. 'His appointment was a mistake. I've had a full report from the external management consultant I put into the hotel. I need to deal with the situation before his appalling mismanagement affects the reputation of my company.'

'I don't suppose I can persuade you to wait until after the deal is signed?'

'Carlos cannot affect this deal.'

'In theory I would agree, but—' frowning, his lawyer put his glass down slowly '—this has been a difficult fight and we're not there yet. I'm uneasy.'

'That's why I'm paying you such an astronomical sum. I pay you to be uneasy, so that I can sleep.'

Pietro lifted an eyebrow. 'Since when did you start sleeping? You work harder than I do. Especially at this time of year. I assume you're planning to work right through Christmas?'

'Of course.'

The lawyer picked up the warm, crusty bread roll from his side plate and broke it in half. 'Why do you hate this time of year so much?'

A cold, sick feeling rose in his stomach. Aware that, as always, he was the focus of attention in the restaurant, Rio sat still, his features carefully composed. Catching the eye of a pretty European princess who had been gazing at him across the restaurant since he'd arrived, he gave a brief nod of acknowledgement. Desperate for distraction, he contemplated accepting her blatant invitation, but then he remembered Pietro's warning. No sex. Whiter than white.

Instead, he drained his champagne glass and formulated an answer to the question. 'Why do I hate Christmas? Because everyone uses Christmas as an excuse to stop work,' he lied smoothly, wrestling down his emotions with sheer brute force. 'And I'm a demanding boss. I hate time wasters, you know that. But I appreciate all the hours you've put into this deal and I will heed the advice. Until this deal is closed, the only person sleeping in my bed will be me.'

'It might make for a boring Christmas, but that is exactly the way it should be. I'm serious, Rio. Stay indoors. The only things you should be touching are your laptop and your phone.' Pietro looked him in the eye. 'Don't underestimate how much could still go wrong.'

'Whiter than white,' Rio purred, a faint smile touching his mouth. 'I can do that if I really concentrate. Anyway, I'm not likely to meet a woman who interests me in London. Shall we order?'

'You can't do this to me! You can't just throw me out of my home! I can't believe you changed the locks when I was out. Don't you have any human feeling?' Evie grabbed the man's arm, almost slipping on the snow and ice as he shrugged her off and dropped his tools back into his bag.

'Life's tough. Blame your landlord, not me. Sorry, love.' But he didn't look sorry and Evie felt the panic rise as the enormity of the situation hit her.

'It's only twelve days until Christmas. I'll never find anything else at this short notice.'

The emotions she'd been suppressing for six stressful weeks suddenly broke through the front she'd been presenting to the world.

This was supposed to have been her wedding day. Tonight she would have been flying to a romantic hotel in the Caribbean on her honeymoon to make a baby. Instead, she was on her own in a big, cold city where no one seemed to care about anyone else. It was snowing and she was homeless.

'At least let me get my things.' Not that she had much. The few things she'd brought with her could probably fit into one rubbish bag.

Even as the thought wafted through her mind, the man gestured to a black bin liner leaning against the door.

'Those are your things.' The man snapped his bag shut. 'Good job you haven't got much stuff.'

Evie wondered what was good about not having much stuff. She'd thought moving to London would be exciting and full of opportunities. She hadn't realised how expensive it would be. Everything cost a fortune. And she hadn't realised how lonely it would be living in a city. She couldn't afford a social life. When a few of the girls at work had invited her out, she'd had to refuse.

The snow fluttered onto her head and neck and Evie huddled deeper inside her coat, her spirits as low as the temperature.

'Just let me stay here tonight, OK? I'll try and find somewhere tomorrow—' She felt as though she was holding everything together by a single fragile thread. It had been that way since the day Jeff had texted her to tell her the wedding was off. Concerned about her grandfather's distress, she'd taken refuge in the practical, returning presents with polite notes attached, cancelling the church and the venue, explaining to all the well-wishers who arrived at the house. She'd told herself that she'd shed her tears in private, but she'd discovered that cancelling a wedding was almost as much work as organising one, without any of the excitement to drive you forward. By the time she'd fallen into her bed at night she hadn't had the energy to cry. 'Please—it's going to be impossible to find somewhere else to live this close to Christmas.'

'It's a dog eat dog world, love.'

Evie recoiled. 'I love dogs. I'd never eat a dog! And it's supposed to be the season of goodwill.'

'I feel plenty of goodwill. Thanks to landlords like yours, I have a job.'

'Well, it's nice to know I'm supporting someone through the credit crunch—' Feeling a vibrating in her pocket, Evie dug out her phone, her anxiety doubling when she saw the number. 'Just wait there a moment and don't go anywhere because I have to answer this or he'll worry—he's very old and—Grandpa? Why are you calling in the middle of the day? Are you OK?' She prayed he hadn't had another one of his turns. It was one thing after another. Her life was unravelling faster than a pulled thread in a sweater. She'd wanted so badly to make him proud. Instead, all she was going to do was worry him.

'Just checking up on you because I saw the pictures of the snow on the news.' Her grandfather sounded frail and Evie tightened her grip on the phone, hating the fact that he was getting older.

He was the person she loved most in the world. She owed him everything. 'I'm fine, Grandpa.' She shivered as more flakes of snow found their way inside her coat. 'You know I love the snow.'

'You always did. Built any snowmen yet? You always loved building snowmen.'

Evie swallowed. 'I…I haven't had the chance yet, Grandpa. Soon, I hope. There's a huge park opposite the hotel where I'm working. It's crying out for a snowman.' She didn't tell him that no one paused to build a snowman in London. Everyone was too busy rushing from one place to another.

'Are you at work now? I don't want to bother you if you're at work, dealing with some high-powered celebrity.'

High-powered celebrity?

'Well…er…' Her face scarlet, Evie moved away from the man who had just tipped her life into a rubbish bag and wondered whether the lie she'd told about her job was about to come back to bite her. It was one thing trying to protect her grandfather, but she'd probably gone a little over the top. Or possibly more than a little. 'Grandpa—'

'I boast to everyone about you. I'm so proud of you, Evie. I told that stuffy Mrs Fitzwilliam in the room next door to mine, "My granddaughter has got herself a brilliant high-powered job. She may have been left standing at the altar—"'

Evie pressed her fingers to her aching forehead. 'It wasn't at the altar, Grandpa. No one got as far as the altar—'

'"—but she picked herself up and now she's a receptionist at the smartest hotel in London and she never would have had that opportunity if she'd married useless Jeff." He was nothing but a dreamer. And he wasn't good enough for you, you know that, don't you? He was wet, and you don't want a man who is wet. You need a real man.'

'Any man would be a start,' Evie muttered under her breath, 'but fat chance of that.'

'What was that?'

'Nothing.' For once grateful for her grandfather's hearing aid, she changed the subject quickly. 'Are you OK? Are they treating you all right there?' Although he'd persuaded her he wanted to go into the same home as his closest friend, she still wasn't comfortable with the idea.

'My bones are aching in the damp weather and they make too much fuss here.'

Evie smiled. 'It will be summer soon. And I'm glad they're fussing.'

'I wish I could see you at Christmas but I know it's too far for you to come for just one day. I'm worrying about you on your own. I miss you, Evie.'

Flattened by homesickness, Evie felt a lump settle in her throat. 'I miss you, too. And I'll try and come up as soon as I can. And don't worry. I'm fine.' She pushed the words past her cold lips and then waved her hand frantically as the man loaded his tools into his van. Was he really just going to drive away and leave her here, standing on a snowy pavement in the dark? What had happened to chivalry? Her fiancé broke up with her by text and this man was about to leave a vulnerable woman alone in a big, scary city with nowhere to spend the night. Where were all the knights in shining armour when you needed them? Her grandfather was right—she needed a real man. Down with rats, wimps and cowards.

'So how's the job going?' Her grandfather used his most bracing voice. 'I told Mrs Fitzwilliam that you have Hollywood stars staying and that you'll be meeting and greeting them personally. That shut her up. Nosy old madam.'

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4
( 28 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(13)

4 Star

(8)

3 Star

(3)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(4)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 28 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 4, 2014

    Dont waste your money!

    I really couldnt stand evie! She should have been grateful that there was someone willing to help her. Instead, she just whined!! I couldnt finish this story.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2014

    Good read

    This book was a bit uneven. I liked it but i didn't love it. I think it could have been great but the author wasn't sure what direction to take it in.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted October 14, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    I Also Recommend:

    "His housekeeper or his Christmas present?"

    A sweet holiday romance? No, not until the last chapter. A very sensual holiday romance with shocking secrets. In fact there were two of them in The Twelve Nights of Christmas by the extremely talented author Sarah Morgan. A heroine who was homeless and weeks earlier had dumped her soon to be groom. And a dark and sexy alpha who hated Christmas! It was a very explosive combination.--------
    Evie Anderson adored her grandfather and wanted to make him proud. When her parents died, her grandparents took her in and raised her and her grandfather was so proud of her job in London. After being dumped by her fiance just days before she was to be married, she also found out her landlord had changed the locks. Top it off with the billionaire Rico Laccarelli who owned the hotel where she worked was due to arrive at his penthouse suite in 24 hours. The hotel itself was one of the most expensive properties in the world. So she put her belongings in a plastic sack and off she trudged through the snow to the hotel, her clothing soaking wet. Evie had been hired to work in reception but was demoted due to her boss who had tried to kiss her and was now working in housekeeping. With it only being twelve days until Christmas, she was to decorate the huge tree in the penthouse, plus clean it. She stowed her personal belongings in the basement and went to get her instructions. Her nasty boss Carlos noted her state and told her to ready everything, take a hot shower and gave her permission to stay overnight and finish the details in the morning.--------
    Rico Laccarelli before leaving for London met with his lawyer. They had a super-sensitive deal on the table which meant Rico had to be pure as the snow falling in London. His lawyer advised him "no women" and to keep a low profile for a few weeks. He could not afford to have the press publishing any stories about him being with any women. This deal was the most important thing in his life! He was a workaholic, hated Christmas but would never tell anyone why and he was going to arrive early at his London hotel, to shake things up a bit. He had plans to fire the man in charge, Carlos. The first found was the security was bad and there was a beautiful, curvy very naked redhead lying on top of his bed. He couldn't help himself, he kissed her and then a flash of a camera went off. Oh my God, what had he done? He was furious with Evie, he fired Carlos, and the very jealous head of housekeeping. He thought Evie was part of a plan to bring him down until a hotel employee confirmed she worked in housekeeping. Rico threatened Evie within an inch of her life if she left the hotel room until he got everything sorted.--------
    What a mess and how would Rico take care of damage control? Evie was so frightened her "bottom" would appear in the tabloids and what that would do to her grandfather who was now in a nursing home. Rico wasn't going to let his "secret" deal go under so he came up with the idea that he and Evie had been seeing each other for the past six weeks and they were engaged to be married. He let the press think they had the upper hand when he took her shopping for a ring, to red carpet events, charity balls and made sure they were photographed kissing, touching and dancing. It was all a very clever plan until it somewhat backfired on them both because all of the pretending and touching led to them becoming intimate and unleashing their passion.--------
    -------------------FOR T

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2015

    Boring

    By page 60 nothing had happened other than them getting caught in a compromising situation and then having an endless discussion about it. I was forced to skim after that and there was a little more action but the book was all over the place and felt so forced. I would not recommend this book or this author to anyone. I wish I could rate this book 0 stars.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2015

    Excellant Get a drink and enjoy

    Sarah Morgan did it again. Don't hesitate as you will miss out on pleasure and relaxation. Pudgie

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted December 19, 2014

    Recommend

    Good read

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2014

    Gross words

    Hsddseddd

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2014

    What next? After erotica seasonal theme

    What can be more trashy for holidays than this mooning santa on lawn?

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2013

    Loved it

    Truly great story you'll love it!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2013

    Funny

    It was a very funny, I really recomand this book to everyone who likes Sarah Morgan

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 29, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted March 22, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted September 24, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2015

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted December 31, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2011

    No text was provided for this review.

  • Anonymous

    Posted November 5, 2010

    No text was provided for this review.

See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 28 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)