Chloe Richardson had just landed the biggest client of her career. A promotion was in her future, or so she thought until the handsome Jason Mitchell walked into her office with his gorgeous smile and searing blue eyes—and took her job.
Losing her job so close to Christmas, Chloe’s only choice was to go back home to Aubrey Heights, where the Christmas spirit is celebrated in a tourist loving, wonderland. Perhaps she can pull herself together before the new year—before her new career search.
However, Jason follows her to Aubrey Heights—with a mission of his own. First he stole her job—now he wants to steal her heart.
Is the spirit of Christmas alive enough in her to let that happen?
Bestselling Author Bernadette Marie is known for building families readers want to be part of. Her series The Keller Family has graced bestseller charts since its release in 2011. Since then she has authored and published over thirty-five books. The married mother of five sons promises romances with a Happily Ever After always…and says she can write it because she lives it.
When not immersed in the writing/publishing world, Bernadette Marie and her husband are shuffling their five hockey playing boys around town to practices and games as well as running their family business. She is a lover of a good stout craft beer and might be slightly addicted to chocolate.
When not immersed in the writing/publishing world, Bernadette Marie and her husband are shuffling their five hockey playing boys around town to practices and games as well as running their family business. She is a lover of a good stout craft beer and might be slightly addicted to chocolate.
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Sundays in an empty office had always been one of Jason's favorite times. All business—all to himself.
He was a bit of a glutton that way. He liked his work. Early mornings, late at nights, and weekends were when he thrived. During the day he got caught up in watching the masses work. Everyone had a different method—a different style. There was the meeting maker who just loved to organize people into one place at one time. How many meetings had he been to where nothing had been covered? Then there was the one with the day planner in hand who had everything color coordinated. Did they spend more time on highlighting things than they did on the actual events? His favorite was the chaos organized. The people who had papers all over their desk, looked as if they'd been tasered, and yet knew right where everything was—those were the people he enjoyed the most. They weren't looking for his approval, they were there to get a job done.
He supposed, in a sense, he was the latter of the organized, however, usually being the supervisor or boss, he had to look like the color-coordinated person. Maybe that was why he liked working when everyone else was gone. He could live in his chaos and no one could see it.
As he went over the list of potential new clients that William had provided him with, he heard the sound of the elevator and a door. Maybe he wasn't the only person who coveted Sundays in the office.
Pushing back from his desk, he slowly walked to his office door and listened again. Yes, someone was on the floor, and it didn't sound like housekeeping.
He walked along the corridor flanked with windowed offices and cubicles. His sneakers made no noise on the carpet. There had been no fear that it might be an intruder, as someone would have had to have the key to the elevator to arrive on the floor.
As he turned the corner, he noticed the light in the office closest to the reception area. The office where he'd met Chloe on Friday.
Giving it some thought as he slowly and quietly moved toward her office, he took her as the color-coded type of organizer. Yeah, she was no nonsense and ready to take over the world.
He was glad she was there. It would give them some time to get to know one another. Maybe he could get some insight as to why she'd looked so frazzled when he'd introduced himself as the Account Manager.
Jason turned the corner to her office, a smile at the ready, and friendly conversation lined up in his mind as a stapler flew through the air nailing him right in the forehead.
He stumbled back, hitting one of the walls of a nearby cubicle before falling to the floor with blood dripping in his eye from where he'd collided with the stapler.
"Oh-my-God!"
He heard the trembling voice before he saw the fuzzy image of the woman in yoga pants and an oversized sweat shirt kneeling down in front of him.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She stood, knocking her knee into his side as she tore tissues from a box on a random desk and pressed them to his head. "I never have anyone in here on Sundays. I didn't know anyone was here. I saw you lurking, and…"
"I wasn't lurking."
"You were lurking." She sat down next to him on the floor. "I think I should take you to emergency care. You might need stitches."
"It'll be a tale for tomorrow, that's for sure," he said as he tried to sit up and steady himself. "I'm sorry I scared you."
"Seriously, I'm sorry. I'm all worked up, and I've been on the road for hours, I'm a little punchy. Where's your coat? I'll take you for stitches."
Jason's head pounded, but he couldn't help but use that smile he'd been saving as he looked up at her.
Her brown hair was tossed up in one of those messy buns, and she had no makeup on. The sweatshirt said Aubrey Heights High School on it, and it had been worn many, many times. She looked much different than the uptight professional he'd met on Friday. Maybe it was the injury to his head, but something stirred in him to want to kiss her.
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