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'Tis the Season Bundle

'Tis the Season Bundle

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by Amy Andrews

In the 'Tis the Season Bundle you'll get:

‘Tis the Season to Kiss Santa by Kate Hardy

With the help of a sprig of mistletoe and some snow angels, a recently single pastry chef teaches a highly successful and sexy Scrooge the true meaning of the holidays on a snowy Christmas Eve that quickly heats up.?


In the 'Tis the Season Bundle you'll get:

‘Tis the Season to Kiss Santa by Kate Hardy

With the help of a sprig of mistletoe and some snow angels, a recently single pastry chef teaches a highly successful and sexy Scrooge the true meaning of the holidays on a snowy Christmas Eve that quickly heats up.?

‘Tis the Season to Get Lucky by Heidi Rice

When a Christmas Day blizzard strands an up-and-coming marketing manager and her boss's very off-limits, very hot playboy son in his department store, the two toe the line between naughty and nice as they unwrap their holiday presents—and each other!?

‘Tis the Season to be Kissed by Amy Andrews

A down-on-her-romantic-luck kindergarten teacher plans to drown her New Year's Eve sorrows in a gallon of spiked eggnog, but the arrival of her best friend's sexy brother threatens to melt the snow piling up outside the tiny Vermont cabin.?

‘Tis the Season to be Tempted by Aimee Carson

After the worst year ever, a jilted music manager rings in the New Year alone, swearing off men forever. But things get complicated when her brother's best friend, the perfect man with the perfect body, tempts her to break her vow—if only for one hot night!

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'Tis the Season Bundle 2

By Aimee Carson, Amy Andrews, Heidi Rice, Kate Hardy, Liz Pelletier

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2012 Aimee Carson, Amy Andrews, Heidi Rice, Kate Hardy
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ISBN: 978-1-62266-453-5


"You want me to be Santa." Mitch stared at his boss in disbelief. Was C.J. temporarily insane? Or had he eaten way too many candy canes from the box one of their clients had sent and was on the sugar rush to end all sugar rushes?

Mitch wasn't Santa material. No way. No how. Hadn't his last girlfriend even nicknamed him Ebenezer? Not that Mitch was ever mean with gifts; he just hated Christmas. For him, Christmas wasn't the season of joy and goodwill. It was a season of misery, and he'd learned that the hard way. Nowadays, he always worked between Christmas and New Year so his colleagues who had kids could take time off and enjoy the holiday season with their families. It came with the bonus of being the perfect excuse for not being able to join his own family on the other side of the country for the seasonal fights.

Being Santa at a Christmas party for children just wasn't him, Mitch knew. He was more than happy to give a donation to the party — a donation large enough to give the kids a great time — but actually being Santa, turning up and taking part ...

"You can say no," C.J. said idly.

But Mitch could read the subtext: if he said no, there would be consequences. Because this was most definitely a test.

He waited, hoping that his face looked a lot more inscrutable than it felt.

"I'm looking at retiring next year," C.J. said.

Which was why Mitch had worked stupid hours for the last six months, proving that he was good enough to step into C.J.'s shoes.

"I need to be sure that whoever heads up the firm after me can keep all the balls in the air. So we run the best campaigns, for the best clients, with the best staff."

"Uh-huh." Mitch did all that already. And he knew C.J. knew it.

"But it's not just about business. Holford's has a heart," C.J. said softly.

So that was what C.J. wanted him to prove? Being Santa would show that Mitch had a heart, too. That he'd lead from the front. And in C.J.'s book it was clear that leading meant having a heart.

Mitch didn't agree. To make a business a success, you had to keep emotion out of it. As far as he was concerned, keeping emotion out of everything was the way to go.

Santa — or not Santa.

No. That wasn't the real choice. Santa — or watch someone else take the job he'd worked for. And it irked him that he was being held to account like this.

"So you want me to wear a ridiculous costume and dole out presents to kids who probably won't even get to play with them before their parents either break them in a fight or sell them to get money for their next bottle of booze," Mitch said.

He regretted the words the second they were out of his mouth. Because it shed way, way too much light on his past. A past he'd kept from everyone in Philly.

But to his relief, C.J. didn't seem to be focusing on what he'd just said. Luckily. "It's at a hospice."

Oh, hell.

Being Santa for terminally sick kids.

Mitch definitely didn't have a choice. Not without seeming like the meanest-spirited person on the planet. "Okay. So I dress up as Santa and take a present to every bed? Is that it?"

C.J. shook his head. "It's not for the kids in the hospice. It's for their brothers and sisters. So just for an hour the focus is on them and they get to enjoy a little bit of Christmas. Even if the rest of the holidays turn out rough."

In other words, if their siblings don't make it through Christmas.

Mitch blew out a breath. C.J. might have a heart, but Mitch also knew that his boss was a hardheaded businessman. If C.J. did something, it was for a reason. And Mitch couldn't quite work out the connection with the hospice. "May I ask, why the hospice?"

"This stays with you," C.J. said. "Just as it stays with me that your parents drank, fought, and broke your toys every Christmas."

Ah. So C.J. had been listening. And he'd worked out the rest of it for himself. Mitch wouldn't make the mistake of underestimating his boss again. "Agreed. And, um, thanks."

C.J. didn't smile. "Twenty-five years ago, Stella and I spent Christmas at that hospice. Watching our son die and not being able to do a damn thing about it."

Mitch couldn't imagine what that was like. He had no terms of reference, except maybe the time his new brother-in-law broke his sister's arm. He'd been twelve, too young to do anything about it other than beg Barbara to leave the guy.

She hadn't, convinced that her husband wasn't all bad and she could change him. She'd been proven wrong, on both counts. And she'd made the same mistake with husband number two, who'd eventually left her with a pile of debts, a black eye, and three children under the age of three.

"And what I noticed when I went to grab us a coffee," C.J. continued, "were the other kids. The ones who sat quietly and never asked for anything. The ones who'd lost their belief in Christmas because they knew their brother or sister wasn't coming home. That's when I decided to hold a Christmas party for them, in Billy's memory. There was another woman there, a woman who ran a bakery. Her boy ..." His breath caught. "Well. Same as Billy. When she found out what Stella and I were planning, she offered to help. So Betty does the food for the party, while I buy the gifts and play Santa."

"Okay. I'm in," Mitch said.

It was the first time he'd felt guilty in the near twenty years since he'd walked out of his family's front door and never looked back. He'd always assumed his boss had simply chosen not to have kids, putting his business before his family. Obviously not. The older man clearly still longed for a family. He hurt every day that he hadn't seen his son grow up. He missed the grandkids he and Stella hadn't had a chance to have. Whereas Mitch ... He had the next best thing to what C.J. had lost. Parents. Three sisters. A horde of nieces and nephews he hadn't seen for years, other than in photographs. A family he'd walked away from without looking back.

He pushed the thought away. "When, and what time?"

"Christmas Eve, from three until four. The presents will be there waiting for you — the Friends of the Hospice wrap them for me and label them." C.J. handed him a bag. "Here's the costume."

One hour. That was all he had to do. One little hour. Mitch could manage to grin and bear it for an hour. He'd borne a hell of a lot worse over Christmases past.

"I'll e-mail you the address of the hospice," C.J. said.

Mitch nodded. "Right." He paused. "Can I, um, contribute to the cost of the gifts?"

"No. They're already bought. It's not about the money," C.J. said.

No. It was about time. About giving something that couldn't be bought. Helping children forget their worries for just a little while.

How many times as a kid had Mitch wanted that? To forget, just for a little while? To pretend that he was like all the other kids, with a family who loved one another and a dad who didn't drink and a mom who never "walked into a door"?

"I won't let you down," he said.

The older man held his gaze. "That," he said, "is exactly why I asked you."


Christmas Eve.

Ellie loved Christmas.

She surveyed the table in the hospice playroom now that the children had had their fill. Good, she'd judged it about right. About half the food was gone, leaving enough for nibbles for the staff on their breaks. Sandwiches, sausage rolls — no, they were called pigs in a blanket on this side of the Atlantic, she corrected herself hastily — gingerbread cookies cut into Santa shapes that she'd baked and iced that morning, bowls of chips and dips, carrot sticks, breadsticks, and the star-shaped cheese straws she'd practically grown up making for Christmas parties and knew everyone loved.

Betty's elf costume fitted her perfectly — luckily Ellie was the same height and shape as her godmother — and this was definitely the best way to spend Christmas. Well, second-best. Her first choice would've been four thousand miles away. But she couldn't face another day of sympathy and kindness from her family, especially on Christmas Day. She'd had more than enough of the pity party. Putting a little sparkle into someone else's Christmas was much better than thinking about the lack of sparkle in her own.

And it humbled Ellie to see that there actually was sparkle here. The children really appreciated the Christmas party. They'd played party games and sung carols and eaten their fill of the food Ellie had laid out for them. Just for a little while, they could almost forget that they had a sick brother or sister as an inpatient who wouldn't be coming home again. Just for a few minutes they could enjoy being children. Enjoy the magic of Christmas.

All they needed now was Santa.

C.J. Holford. Even though they'd planned the party together for nearly a quarter of a century, Betty didn't actually know the man's first name, just the initials that he went by.

Ellie glanced at her watch. Ten to three. Santa was supposed to make an appearance at three, but surely this C.J. person would need time to change into the Santa suit and get himself ready? He was cutting it close. Or maybe she was being uncharitable — maybe he'd been held up and hadn't had the chance to contact the hospice to let them know he was going to be late.

If he wasn't here in the next five minutes, she'd just have to tell them that Santa had had to rush off in his sleigh because of an emergency and had asked his Chief Elf to help out here. She hoped they wouldn't mind too much that they wouldn't get to see the man in red himself.

Just then, a dark-haired man walked in to the playroom, carrying a bag that Ellie assumed contained a Christmas gift for someone at the hospice. He glanced around, looking slightly lost.

She went over to him. "Are you visiting someone?" she asked, ready to direct him to the wards.

He looked surprised. "You're English."

"Ye-es." What did that have to do with anything?

He gestured to the badge she wore saying "Chief Elf." "If that means you're in charge, I assume you're Betty?"

"Betty's my godmother. She's in the hospital, having a hip replacement. I'm her stand-in this year." Ellie frowned. "So, are you C.J.?" She'd expected him to be much older, around Betty's age rather than her own.

"No. I'm a stand-in, too."

She noticed that that the stand-in Santa didn't bother giving her his name or asking hers. And she had the distinct feeling that he didn't want to be here. With his designer suit and what she'd guess were handmade shoes, he didn't look as if he belonged here, either. He didn't look like the kind of guy who was used to kids; he seemed more like some of her old clients at the restaurant in London, the sort who were focused on business to the exclusion of everything else. Media or finance, she'd guess.

His expression was inscrutable, but his slate-blue eyes were filled with panic. What scared him? she wondered. The fact that this was a hospice? Or was this the first time he'd ever had to be Santa and he didn't think he'd be able to handle it?

Well, tough. Today was about the kids, not about him. He'd just have to shape up. "Everything's ready." She lowered her voice so the kids wouldn't overhear her. "You can change in the charge nurse's office — it's the first door on the left when you leave the playroom. The supplies are all in there."


Oh, for goodness' sake, did she have to spell it out for him? Forget what she'd thought about him being focused. He might be beautifully dressed and gorgeous to look at, but he clearly didn't have a clue. "Supplies for the man in red." She forced herself to smile. This wasn't the time or place to have a fight with him. "Is there anything else you need?"


She noticed that he didn't bother with politeness. He sounded grumpy, too. Totally un-Santa-like. She'd just have to hope that he'd make a bit of an effort once he was in costume. "They're expecting you at three."

"I know."

She glanced pointedly at her watch. "Then shouldn't you ...?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I didn't realize Santa's Chief Elf would be so bossy."

"Look, I just want the kids to enjoy this." His rudeness annoyed her enough to add, "As a stand-in, I was here early enough to make sure I learned the ropes and knew what was expected of me." Which was exactly what he should've done, too.

"Uh-huh." His face was utterly inscrutable. And Ellie really, really wanted to push him into a puddle.

"Excuse me," he finished coolly, and strode off toward the door.

* * *

Talk about a bossy English schoolmarm. Who did the Chief Elf think she was, judging him and finding him wanting?

Though Mitch was guiltily aware that she had a point. Had it been any other job, he would've been there early. He wasn't sure what spooked him more: the fact that this was a hospice and these kids would most certainly not be having a happy Christmas, or the fact that he was being Santa and had the weight of their broken dreams on his shoulders.

It was the first time he could remember doubting himself since he'd come to Philly. Not good. So he was going to have to fake this, for the kids' sake.

What did Santa actually do?

It had been years since Mitch had visited Santa's Workshop. He'd been so young that he couldn't remember what it was like. Though he definitely remembered the fight his parents had had afterward — his father yelling at his mother for wasting good money taking the kids to see some loser in a red suit pretending to be Santa.

That was when Mitch had learned that Father Christmas didn't actually exist. Or the Tooth Fairy. Or the Easter Bunny.

Ironic that he spent his time nowadays at a PR agency, promoting dreams.

He pulled himself together, changed into the red suit, and stuck his beard in place, then checked the sack marked "supplies." The bag contained neatly wrapped presents, all named — so they'd clearly been chosen personally. This was something that his boss definitely hadn't delegated. The wrapping, maybe, but the attention to detail was C.J.'s hallmark.

Would his boss expect him to take over that role, too?

He forced himself to smile — even though the beard would hide his face, he knew from years of training that a smile always sounded in your voice — and strode through the door. "Merry Christmas, everyone!"

The kids all cheered and gathered around.

While he'd been changing into the Santa suit, someone — most likely the Chief Elf, he guessed — had set out a chair for him. Mitch sat down, put the sack of presents down beside him, took out the first one and read the label. "Is Monica here?"

A little girl who looked about ten years old came over shyly.

"This one has your name on it." He handed the present to her. "Merry Christmas."

"Am I allowed to open it now?"

He had no idea. And with all the years he'd been in PR, he really should've known better. He should've checked his brief properly and asked for clarification on the finer points before he'd even started this. He glanced over at Chief Elf; being the bossy English schoolmarm type, no doubt she'd already asked the question and knew the answer.

To his surprise, she actually smiled, and gave him the tiniest of nods.

A smile that made him feel as if the whole room had just lit up. He really hadn't expected her smile to be that gorgeous. Or to affect him this way. And this was totally ridiculous. He was here to do a job. Nothing more.

He forced himself to focus and smile. "Of course you can open it, Monica," he told her.

The little girl looked thrilled when she took off the wrapping paper to reveal a book. "Thank you, Santa, this is just what I wanted! It's the next in the series I've been reading."

Yup. C.J. had done his homework. This was real attention to detail.

Mitch handed out the presents one by one. Each child seemed genuinely thrilled by his or her gift — even the teens he'd half-expected to be bored by the whole thing because they were more than old enough to know that Santa wasn't real. Yet they were careful not to spoil it for the little ones. Or maybe they were just joining in the magic, relieved to leave their worries behind for just a little while.

It was humbling.

And he understood exactly why C.J. had asked him to do this. Exactly what his boss had wanted him to learn.

The next name Mitch called was Sam's. The little boy looked about five years old, and his sulky expression warned Mitch that he'd have to be careful.

"Merry Christmas, Sam." Mitch held the present out to him.

The little boy shook his head. "No, thank you."

A child refusing a present from Santa? That hadn't been in his brief, either. What now? He glanced at the Chief Elf, but she was biting her lip and looking worried. Clearly this hadn't been something she'd thought to ask about beforehand, either.


Excerpted from 'Tis the Season Bundle 2 by Aimee Carson, Amy Andrews, Heidi Rice, Kate Hardy, Liz Pelletier. Copyright © 2012 Aimee Carson, Amy Andrews, Heidi Rice, Kate Hardy. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Meet the Author

Kate Hardy
Kate Hardy is an award-winning author of more than 50 books for Harlequin Mills&Boon. Her novel 'Breakfast at Giovanni's' won the RNA Romance Prize in 2008 and she's been shortlisted three more times for the award, as well as for two Romantic Times awards.

She lives in Norwich in the east of England with her husband, two children, a springer spaniel called Byron, and too many books to count. She's a bit of a nerd who loves cinema, the theatre, history and cooking (which is why she has to go to the gym five times a week - oh, and to ballroom dancing lessons), and adores anything Italian. She loves doing research, particularly if it's hands-on and means experimenting with cooking (on her website, most of her books have a recipe connected to them). Reviewers say that her books are full of warmth, heart and charm - and also that you'll learn something new and interesting from them!

Heidi Rice

USA Today bestselling author Heidi Rice is married with two teenage sons (which gives her rather too much of an insight into the male psyche). She also works as a film journalist and was born in Notting Hill in West London (before it became as chi-chi as it is in the film starring Hugh Grant). She now lives in Islington in North London - a stone's throw away from where they shot Four Weddings and a Funeral... (She has asked Hugh very politely to stop stalking her, but will he listen?)

She loves her job because it involves sitting down at her computer each day and getting swept up in a world of high emotions, sensual excitement, funny feisty women, sexy tortured men and glamourous locations where laundry doesn't exist ... Not bad, eh.

Then she gets to turn off her computer and do chores (usually involving laundry!)

Amy Andrews

Amy Andrews is an award-winning author who has written twenty-eight romance novels. She has sold over a million books and has been translated into a dozen different languages. In 2010 she took out the sexy category in the prestigious Australian Romantic Book of the Year Award.

In what she euphemistically likes to call her spare time, she works part time as a pediatric intensive care nurse. She is married with two teenagers and lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view.

Aimee Carson

The summer she turned eleven, Aimee left the children's section of the library, entered an aisle full of romance novels, and pulled out a book. That story sparked a love affair with the genre that has never faded.

Armed with a fantastic part-time job as a physician in the Alaskan Bush (imagine a combination of Northern Exposure and E.R., minus the beautiful mountains and George Clooney), she enjoys being home in the gorgeous Black Hills of South Dakota, riding her dirt bike with her three wonderful kids and beyond-patient husband. But every morning while working on her latest novel, she gets to play God and flirt vicariously through her characters.
Her motto? Life is too short to do anything less than what you absolutely love. She counts herself lucky to have two jobs she adores.

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'Tis the Season Bundle 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
165 pgs total, divided into 4 stories
Nicola_1202 More than 1 year ago
If you are looking for a sexy festive read then this anthology ticks all the boxes. Four well-written novella's, four swoonworthy loveable men, four lovely ladies and whilst the weather is against them, Cupid certainly isn't... 'Tis the Season to Kiss Santa - Kate Hardy (4 stars) I want to kiss Santa. And not the rotund cuddly grandfather type chap. No I want the brooding businessman who appears more Scrooge than St. Nick. It's sweet, sexy, touching and humbling and Mitch and Ellie are completely loveable. Fills you with festive warmth. 'Tis the Season to Get Lucky - Heidi Rice (5 stars) Of the four, this was the one that stole it for me. Sexy, fun, romantic and captivating, it flows well, has wonderful loveable in Kate and Ryder, their festive frolics are fabulous and it has a witty yet completely touching storyline. I was chuffed to bits with it. 'Tis the Season to be Kissed - Amy Andrews (4 stars) Combine a slightly drunken but sensible kindergarten teacher with a fabulously hot military man, add a snowstorm, a game of strip scrabble, ten tiny dates and you get a far from boring New Years Eve. Light, fun and sexy and both Tamara and Luke are wonderful characters. 'Tis the Season to be Tempted - Aimee Carson (3.5 stars) With a fun yet totally hot seduction treat, I loved Evie's sass, snip yet vulnerability and Wes' witty and protective streak. I would have liked a bit more to the ending but it was still a great little read. *** To summise, well worth reading and I could have happily read a full length novel containing each couple. I was tempted, got lucky and would happily kiss every one of our hero's.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Walks in whereing a thong and skirt only already wet in the puzzy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
fun bundle to read
avid-readerPO More than 1 year ago
Great reads
shirley_frances More than 1 year ago
A wonderful set of holiday stories! ‘Tis the Season to Kiss Santa by Kate Hardy - 3 stars Mitch is not a fan of Christmas, but he is determined to impress his boss to be considered for a promotion. So off he heads to dress up as Santa to hand out presents to kids. Once there he meets Ellie the woman temporary in charge of the event. Ellie is in the States to away from her family and start a new life. Her first impression of Santa is not the best, but fate has another plan in mind for these two. Having to spend some time alone while a storm passes through Mitch and Ellie get to know each other better while their attraction builds in the background. Although I liked this story, I have to admit that I did not feel connected to either character. Their stories were interesting but I can’t help but think that there was much more that could have been revealed about them. I enjoyed their conversions and the author did a great job of bringing their attraction to the page. Their connection felt a little underdeveloped, but not enough for me to not want to see where their time together would lead. All in all, a sweet, romantic story with emotional overtones. ‘Tis the Season to Get Lucky by Heidi Rice - 4 stars Ryder Sinclair is back in town to visit is daughter fro Christmas and is visiting his father’s store for a present. In walks Kate, the new PR manager for the store. She knows of Ryder and what she knows does not impress her. Having to spend an evening locked up in the store waiting out a storm is not what she had planned, especially in the company of the playboy-heir of the company. This was such a fun story. I enjoyed watching as Kate’s assumptions about Ryder were put to rest and in its place an irresistible attraction to the man developed. Ryder was sweet, caring and flirtatious. His first impression of Kate thrown out the window as soon as put down her walls and let herself enjoy the moment. I loved Kate’s flustered state and her hesitation to give in to her attraction to Ryder. I liked that Heidi Rice brought some emotions to the mix and revealed a significant amount of Ryder and Kate’s story. I felt connected to them, which helped me accept and thoroughly enjoy the moments these two spend together and the final outcome. All in all, a romantic and hot story with interesting characters who I would love to read more about. ‘Tis the Season to be Kissed by Amy Andrews - 5 stars Tamara is staying at her best friends’ parents’ cottage in the woods for New year’s Eve. She made a resolution the year before that she was going to stay away from meaningless encounters with men and she just doesn’t want to be kissing another dead end. What she was not counting on was to be sharing the cottage with Georgia’s brother, Luke. Luke just returned from a tour in Afghanistan and just wants to sleep his weariness away. But having to share the space with the attractive woman posses a challenge. One he is gladly to accept. Through flirtatious banter and humorous dialogue, Amy Andrews delivered a wonderful story of new beginnings. There were emotions thrown into the mix along with a heap of explosive chemistry. These two just lighted up the room anytime their eyes met. I loved the tension their mutual attraction brought and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Luke was sweet, caring and completely in lust with Tamara. I enjoyed his way of thinking and the way the author went about him finally getting together with Tamara. Their coupling was flirty and fun with an abundance of passion. I loved it! All in all, an amazing sexy read with fun and interesting characters that will heat up your holidays! ‘Tis the Season to be Tempted by Aimee Carson - 5 stars Wes and Evie have know each other since they were kids. It has always been Wes’ role to protect Evie against anything and this time is no different. Although it has been a while since they have spoken, when they meet again in an airplane they pick up their banter as if no time has passed. Evie has always found Wes attractive and perfect. Perfect job, perfect life, always doing the right thing. Now that she has returned home and with a little liquid courage in her system she is determined to see him loose some of his precious control. OMG, I loved, LOVED this story!!! Aimee Carson did an amazing job in drawing me into the story by making Wes and Evie’s chance meeting one that was packed-full of humor and flirtatious banter. I loved Evie from the moment she opened her mouth and she just made it impossible for me not to like her as the story progressed. Wes too was a wonderful character to get to know. Man, he was so conflicted over his feelings for Evie. And to see him lose complete control when confronted with his attraction for her was a fantastic sight to see. All in all, a hot little romance with fun characters that I would love to know more about.
ReadYourWrites More than 1 year ago
Reviewed by Kim for Read Your Writes Book Reviews ‘Tis the Season to Kiss Santa by Kate Hardy (3 Stars) This was a nice little story. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, I felt disconnected from the characters. However, I was still able to enjoy the book. Because of Mitch's upbringing, he isn't a fan of Christmas. In fact he's been called Ebenezer. It's not that Mitch is a bad guy, because he isn't. His past just doesn’t hold the memories of what great Christmases are all about. When his boss questions if he has a heart, Mitch puts on a Santa suit for one hour to prove that he does. Ellie loves Christmas. After getting divorced and losing her business, she is in the U.S. to help her Godmother who is recovering from hip surgery and find out what she wants to do next with her life. An unexpected blizzard traps these two together on Christmas Eve and together they find a love of Christmas and discover that sometimes it's okay to take risks. ‘Tis the Season to Get Lucky by Heidi Rice (4 Stars) I loved this story. ‘Tis the Season to Get Lucky was so much more than I was expecting. This is definitely a Christmas romance NOT to be missed. Appearances are not always as they seem and this story is a perfect example of that. ‘Tis the Season to Get Lucky made me laugh, smile, and fall in love with Ryder and Kate. Ryder Sinclair is the heir apparent to the Sinclair department store. He doesn’t make a lot of appearances at the store but he pulls down a pretty nice paycheck. Ryder is seen as a jet setting playboy without a care in the world. Kate Braithwaite is spending her first Christmas in America. Her new job as a PR manager for Sinclair’s is very important to her and she loves it. She loves it so much so....she’s willing to go to work on Christmas Day, without being asked to. Ryder happens to be in the store on Christmas Day looking for a present. He doesn’t expect anyone to be there and is surprised to find Kate there. With a large snow storm approaching, the two end up being trapped in the store, waiting for the storm to pass and the lights to come back on. But in the midst of everything, these two discover that they made rash judgements about each other and this Christmas they are going to receive one of the best presents ever...a love like no other. ‘Tis the Season to be Kissed by Amy Andrews (4 Stars) It’s New Year’s Eve and Tamara, a Kindergarten teacher, has decided not to go to New York City with her friend, Georgia, to watch the ball drop. Instead, she’s spending New Year’s Eve alone at a cabin owned by Georgia’s parents. Sergeant Luke Jackson wants to surprise his older sister, Georgia for her birthday. He spends thirty-six hours traveling from Afghanistan to the U.S. Due to a horrible snowstorm, he ends up going to his family’s cabin in Vermont. After walking two miles through a blizzard, Luke is greeted by an unexpected golf club wielding guest. It’s fifteen hours until midnight and Tamara is already drunk on eggnog. Because she knows that kissing leads to other things, she has a ten date rule, before she will kiss a guy. But when the sexy soldier shows up, she starts to question her own ten date rule. Tamara is definitely attracted to Luke, but he’s off limits, since he’s her friend’s brother. Luke desperately wants to be Tamara’s New Year’s Eve kiss. Over the course of twelve hours, Luke manages to pull off ten non-traditional, yet fun and sometimes romantic dates with Tamara. Once the kiss
grandmareads102 More than 1 year ago
What is better than an anthology with four holiday stories? We have two Christmas novellas and two New Year's Eve stories. You'll find sexy heroes and sassy heroines. All they want for Christmas is true love and a HEA. These novellas are sexy, romantic and humorous. They are the perfect stress reliever for this busy time of year. I enjoyed them all. If you want a relaxing read, this bundle is for you. I read each when they came out but I love that Entangled wrapped them up with a bow for our reading pleasure.
Eve379 More than 1 year ago
I loved each of these novellas. I reviewed them individually in November and was excited to see them bundled together. 'Tis the Season to Kiss Santa was the 1st thing I'd read by Kate Hardy. I thought it was really good, the only downside was I wished it had been longer. Mitch made a good Scrooge like character, and Ellie was the perfect opposite for him. Really sweet short. 'Tis the Season to Get Lucky by Heidi Rice was tied as my favorite out of the bundle. Loved loved loved it. Who hasn't ever had the fantasy of being locked in a department store overnight? And to be stuck with Ryder Sinclair? Now that's a nice Christmas gift. 'Tis the Season to be Kissed by Amy Andrews was the other novella tied as my favorite. While they both had funny moments, this one just felt deeper to me. I would give anything to read a full length about this couple getting together. That's how you know it's a really good novella. 'Tis the Season to be Tempted by Aimee Carson took me a little longer to get into, but once I did I really liked it. I liked the fact that Evie didn't do things because it was easier. I liked that Wes ended up missing that. Cute story of a childhood crush grown up.
busymama49 More than 1 year ago
"tis the season ... these are 4 delightful stories for your Christmas and New Year's Eve. Our characters are all caught in a blizzard and in very unique circumstances in each of these stories. These stories are very amusing and witty. A perfect present for friends who enjoy lighthearted novellas with a twist. Glad I read them!