Surviving the holidays will take a Christmas miracle . . .
Ex-cop Cat O’Connor is bored working for her sister, Chloe, as a personal assistant on the set of her soap opera. Until Chloe gets an opportunity to audition for the role of a lifetime and asks her identical twin to substitute for her on the soap with no one the wiser. It’s a perfect switch-until Cat attracts the attention of the mysterious Mr. Tall, Dark, and Way-too-handsome leading man.
Grayson Alexander never thought being snowbound in the charming town of Christmas, Colorado, for the holiday would get so hot. But between working with sexy, tough Cat on set and keeping his real reason for being there under wraps, he’s definitely feeling the heat. And if there’s one thing they’ll learn as they bring out the mistletoe, it’s that in this town, true love is always in season.
Harry drew a bouquet of Tiger Lilies from behind his back and handed them to her. “We seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot, Cat. I was hoping we could start over.”
She stared at the extravagant arrangement, then lifted her gaze to his. “For me?”
He smiled. “For you.”
“I–I don’t know what to say. They’re beautiful. Thank you.” She meant it. Her ex hadn’t been a hearts-and-flowers kind of guy. The last man who’d given her flowers had been her father. They’d arrived the day she made detective. Three weeks later he died.
“My goodness, would you let him in,” her sister said, coming up behind Cat. “Sorry, you’ll have to excuse my sister’s. . . Oh, Harry, they’re exquisite. Thank you.” Chloe went to take the bouquet from Cat.
She clutched them possessively to her chest. “They’re mine.” She didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she felt like a seven-year-old being asked to share her favorite toy.
Chloe gave a shocked laugh, obviously as surprised by Cat’s reaction as she was. “Kit Kat, don’t be ridiculous. You’re embarrassing your . . . ” She tugged on the flowers and Cat tugged back .
Harry neatly inserted himself between them, ending their silent tug-of-war. With a gallant bow, her handed her sister a single pink sweetheart rose. “For you, Chloe. A perfect flower for a perfect woman.”
“Oh, I see. Thank you, Harry. It’s . . . lovely. Please, come in. I didn’t hear the bell.” She shot Cat an accusatory stare. “I was busy getting our dinner ready.”
“I can see that. You have a touch of–” Harry leaned in, wiping away the strategically placed white powder–“flour on your cheek. I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble on my account.”
Her sister was too much, Cat thought with a mental eye roll. Chloe wore a black apron– with a pink sparkly crown above the word Diva (fitting)–over a flirty pink dress.
She gave Cat a zip-it look as Harry toed off his loafers. Probably worried Cat would spill her secret that the gourmet shop did indeed do takeout. She wouldn’t of course. Though, admittedly, she was tempted to.
Snowbound at Christmas sounds like a book I will enjoy reading. Thank you for the review and giveaway.