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A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS
Harlequin SuperRomance
ISBN 0373716710
November 2010
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A lump of coal landed in Sylvie Stark’s stocking. Bad enough
she’s been passed over for promotion, now she learns her new
boss is none other than her old love, Chase McCann. No
matter. She refuses to let him distract her from her job.
Easier said than done. The more office time they share, the harder
it is to fight the undeniable attraction and soon her long-ago wishes
are coming true. But their clashes over the fate of the business
threaten the festive spirit between them and one of them could end
up on the naughty list. Or maybe this Christmas she will
get everything she wants. After all, it is the most wonderful time
of the year.
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"This is a well-written story with nicely depicted sexual
tension between the protagonists. In addition, Atkins' description
of the mall shops and their owners is charming."
-Romantic Times Book Club, FOUR STARS
"Dawn Atkins pens a beautiful tale
that leaves us all feeling A Lot Like Christmas."
-Cataromance, 4.5 stars
and more...
"The chemistry between Sylvie and Chase was tremendous and
the pages heated up as the story progressed... The interaction between
them made for some great reading guaranteed to bring a smile to
your face. A Lot Like Christmas and Dawn Atkins bring us a story
filled with Christmas spirit, a story that will bring laughs and
will bring tears and will have you rooting for a happy ending. In
short, A Lot Like Christmas is perfect for our own Christmas season
– another great tale from the pen of Dawn Atkins."
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Chase ran the back of his hand along her cheek
Sylvie could hardly breathe. Everything in her waited to hear what
he would say, what he would do.
He gave in and pressed his mouth to hers, holding motionless, as
if waiting for the spark to flare. And oh, did it flare. Just like
all those years before, pure desire poured through her.
They were reliving a memory, fixing it. For once in her life, she
was going for it. Arousal sparked along her nerves, like strings
of twinkle lights. She felt light-headed and pulled back just long
enough to take in a gulp of air. With their hands on each other’s
faces, their upper bodies close, the embrace was tender and hungry
and wild all at once and she never wanted to stop.
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