All She Wants for Christmas. Stacy Connelly. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Stacy Connelly
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781472057167
Скачать книгу

      

      All She Wants for Christmas

      Stacy Connelly

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      MILLS & BOON

       Before you start reading, why not sign up?

      Thank you for downloading this Mills & Boon book. If you want to hear about exclusive discounts, special offers and competitions, sign up to our email newsletter today!

       SIGN ME UP!

      Or simply visit

      signup.millsandboon.co.uk

      Mills & Boon emails are completely free to receive and you can unsubscribe at any time via the link in any email we send you.

      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About The Author

       Dedication

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Epilogue

       Copyright

      Stacy Connelly has dreamed of publishing books since she was a kid, writing stories about a girl and her horse. Eventually, boys made it onto the page as she discovered a love of romance and the promise of happily-ever-after.

      When she is not lost in the land of make-believe, Stacy lives in Arizona with her two spoiled dogs. Stacy loves to hear from her readers at [email protected].

      Thank you to Susan Litman and Gail Chasan for giving me this chance and for all the hard work that went into my first book.

      To the Loaded Pencils - Karen, Dana, Teri, Pam and especially Betty (for assigning the short story that eventually became this book). Thanks for letting me be one of the “piñatas” all these years.

      To Kris - For asking when my book was coming out years and years before I was published!

      To Kathy - I’d need a whole book to list all the reasons why!

       Chapter One

      “Got some bad news, boss.”

      Clay Forrester looked up as his assistant ducked beneath the painter’s scaffolding and played hopscotch over the electrical cords crisscrossing his office. Wallpaper swatches hung from a wall streaked with paint samples. Drop cloths protected his leather couch and chairs, but a fine layer of construction dust covered his mahogany desk. “What is it, Marie?”

      Marie Cirillo opened her mouth just as the electrician started a high-powered drill. For a brief moment, the earsplitting electrical squeal seemed to emanate from his assistant. Clay choked back a laugh as she shot the construction worker an exasperated look.

      The drilling stopped, and Clay asked, “Has anyone ever told you that you have a promising future as a ventriloquist’s dummy?”

      “You know, walking in here, I felt bad having to tell you this, but I’m feeling better about it now.” She smirked. “Doug Frankle’s sick.”

      His smile faded. “Our office Christmas party is in less than two hours, and our Santa is sick?”

      The company party was being held two weeks before the holiday so it wouldn’t interfere with family gatherings and vacations. The event was the culmination of a long, difficult year, and Clay was determined nothing would go wrong.

      “Tell me we have a backup,” he pleaded.

      “His wife dropped off the costume if you want to substitute,” Marie offered, with a cheeky grin.

      Unfolding his six-foot frame from his leather chair, he ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Do I look like a fat old man with a beard?”

      “If Christmas was for the naughty instead of the nice, you’re exactly what Santa Claus would look like.”

      “Very funny.” Pulling out his wallet, Clay tossed two one-hundred-dollar bills onto his desk. “Go steal some supermarket Santa.”

      “You dare to bribe St. Nick?” Marie gasped in mock horror.

      “Why not? Good ole St. Nick has been putting the thumbscrews to overworked parents for years. Accepting a bribe would be a step up from consumer extortion and emotional blackmail.”

      “You know, for a guy about to host a holiday party, you don’t sound very festive.” As the electrician left the office, mumbling something about splitters, she added, “You really haven’t been yourself since—” She shut her mouth so quickly, her teeth clinked together. That his outspoken assistant even tried to curb her tongue was proof of her worry.

      “Since my father died,” he filled in for her. “You can say it, Marie.”

      She stepped closer. “You’ve changed, Clay. Back when your father was running the company—”

      “He’s not running the company anymore. I am.”

      Marie drew