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.
PURCHASE
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EXCERPT:
“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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