The Christmas Village

by Linda Andrews

Overview

There's no doubt about it-Cade Dugan has a magic matchmaking touch. Every time he's made figurines of mates for local residents of Holly for his ceramic Christmas village they've arrived as depicted. His problem is the figure of the woman in the blue coat he made for himself, because women swoop down on Holly, determined to be The One, the minute they hear about it. Egypt's had great luck with men-all of it bad. Every time she introduces her guy to a friend, she ends up being a bridesmaid instead of the bride. She's on her way for the fourteenth outing-her sister's Christmas Eve wedding to Egypt's last boyfriend-when her car conks out near a tiny village full of more Christmas cheer than she can stand...and a gorgeous hunk in a sleigh drawn by a pair of reindeer who is clearly a complete nut job. A complete nut job who makes her tingle all over, and who is fated to try to kill her three times before he can claim her forever.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781936144440
Publisher:	Zumaya Embraces
Publication date:	11/25/2011
Series:	The Dugan Brothers , #1
Pages:	244
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.55(d)

About the Author

Linda Andrews lives with her family in Phoenix, Arizona. When it was announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounced: "What else would she write? She's never been normal."All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you're married to romantic man and live in a haunted house?

Read an Excerpt

"Strange things happen during the Christmas season," Cade leaned closer. "magical things."

Egypt shivered as a wave of warm peppermint washed over her. "Very funny." They bumped down the center of the cleared street. Clopping hooves heralded their arrival. Egypt leaned out the sleigh. Cobblestones. Where in the world had they gotten cobblestones?

"Careful. You might fall. Or are you planning to jump head first?" He tugged on her jacket.

She straightened on the seat, her spine resting against the seat back. Why was he being nice? "Do you have a split personality?"

"No. Why?"

"You can't seem to make up your mind whether to be angry or entertaining."

"It's all part of my charm."

She blew her bangs off her forehead. Yes, his charm was the problem. When he was charming she forgot how irritating he was. Focus on your surroundings, Egypt. Anything but him.