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Mistletoe & Mayhem: Mistletoe & Mayhem / Santa's Sexy Secret
Lori Wilde
Cara Summers
Mistletoe & MayhemAll she wants for Christmas…Librarian Jodie Freemont's New Year's resolution is to get a life! Plain, predictable Jodie is going to turn into a daring, free-spirited femme fatale. And she gets her chance when rugged bounty hunter Shane Sullivan comes to town. Shane's got a reputation for always getting his man. But he doesn't stand a chance when Jodie decides to catch hers–under the mistletoe!Santa's Sexy SecretThere are a few surprises under that suit…Working undercover as a jolly department-store Santa is no holiday for Detective Sam Stevenson! He's supposed to be investigating a large-scale theft ring, but instead he's spending more time checking out his gorgeous assistant elf, Edie Preston. The cute little pixie is one giant-size distraction. And thanks to a little mistletoe, Santa Sam is suddenly hearing wedding bells instead of jingle bells!
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Mistletoe & Mayhem
Cara Summers
Santa’s Sexy Secret
Lori Wilde
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Contents
Mistletoe & Mayhem (#u62f18e47-7109-56f3-a440-68598f697e9c)
Chapter 1 (#u6d475765-4a6c-550d-905d-2d43a1b5761e)
Chapter 2 (#ua24df915-b183-5870-b63a-836ccc0c1c7a)
Chapter 3 (#u195213bf-ec1c-5772-a991-3eedebe42a72)
Chapter 4 (#u6d2cda81-0780-5a26-b62f-576dc8f2c66d)
Chapter 5 (#ucc7a62cf-8f6c-5352-90c2-f8245a460d10)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Santa’s Sexy Secret (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 2 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 3 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 4 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Mistletoe & Mayhem
Cara Summers
A little bit of mistletoe sure goes a long way!
Shane fought to control his breathing. He looked at Jodie, expecting to find her embarrassed, angry even. Instead in her eyes was pure, unadulterated glee. Obviously noticing his confusion, Jodie let out a delighted chuckle.
“Aren’t you upset about what that kid saw? The two of us necking like…” Shane’s throat dried up at the thought of how far he would have liked to have taken the interlude. “Do you realize he thinks we’re—”
“Lovers.” Nodding, Jodie burst into a fresh wave of giggles. “Don’t you see? I’ve been trying so hard to change my image in this town. I’m tired of being poor, predictable Jodie. And now they’ll think that you and I, that we…Oh, I wish I’d thought fast enough to introduce you as the gardener.”
“The gardener? Why would you want a gardener at this time of year?”
“So I could be the Lady Chatterley of Castleton, New York,” she quipped. “After all, if people are going to talk, we might as well give them something to talk about….”
Dear Reader,
When my editor asked me if I wanted to set my romantic comedy in the holiday season, I jumped at the chance. After all, Christmas has got to be the most perfect time of year to fall in love.
The only problem was that my hero and heroine wouldn’t cooperate. Jodie and Shane simply didn’t have time to fall in love, let alone time to think about Christmas. They were much too busy trying to catch Jodie’s embezzling ex-fiancé, who’d just escaped from jail. Only, they kept getting in each other’s way…. And this led to a whole lot of mayhem…and many, many moments under the mistletoe!
I hope you have as much fun watching Shane and Jodie fall in love as I did bringing them together.
Merry Christmas!
Cara Summers
P.S. I’d love to hear what you think. You can write to me at: P.O. Box 327, Dewitt, NY 13214.
To Heather Smith Hanlon, my new daughter-in-law. I always wanted a daughter, and I’m so lucky to finally have one as nice as you. Welcome to the family.
1
“I WANT TO BUY A GUN.”
Jodie Freemont barely kept herself from wincing at the blunt way she’d blurted out her request. But the moment she’d actually seen the gun lying in the display case, the little speech she’d been working on all morning had flown right out of her mind.
Glancing around, she saw that everyone in Hank Jefferson’s sporting goods store was staring at her, including the tall, handsome stranger testing a fishing pole. And Alicia Finnerty, Castleton’s number one gossip, had stopped chattering to him in mid sentence.
In the sudden silence the music pouring out of the radio behind the counter seemed to grow louder. “All I want for Christmas is…”
“That gun.” Jodie quickly pointed to the smallest pistol in the case before she could change her mind. “Could I hold it?”
“I can’t sell you a gun.” As if to emphasize his point, Hank moved forward and planted his hands, palms down, on the glass-topped counter.
Jodie peered between Hank’s thick fingers, trying to keep the gun she’d chosen in view. Visualize Your Goal. In her mind, she pictured yesterday’s motto of the day, one of many that her landlady Sophie Rutherford had been magnetizing to her refrigerator door over the past two months. She’d had plenty of time to practice her visualization skills last night while she’d listened to a prowler walk stealthily across the attic floor.
For just a second, the memory flashed through her—the creak of a board, the tension curling cold and tight in her stomach, the icy shivers shooting through her veins while she waited for the next sound…and the next.
Picturing a gun in her hand had helped her to keep the fear at bay.
But the one she’d imagined had seemed smaller, less lethal-looking than the one in the display case. How would it feel in her hand, she wondered? If she could lift it, would she actually be able to point it at someone and shoot it?
Raising her eyes to Hank’s, she said, “If you’re worried that I can’t afford it, I have cash.”
Hank leaned closer, pitching his voice low. “You’ve got every reason to be feeling a little low, losing your fiancé and your house all in the space of a few months. But what you need is a new young man, not a gun. Billy Rutherford isn’t the only fish in the sea.” Moving around the counter, Hank took Jodie’s arm, patting it gently as he steered her up the aisle. “See that man at the cash register, the one with the fishing pole. He’s new in town.” Pausing, Hank winked at her. “And the Mistletoe Ball is less than a week away. Let me introduce you to—”
Jodie stopped short. “I didn’t come here for an introduction.” Or a date! She barely kept herself from shouting the words. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the man with the fishing pole smile. He’d heard her whole life story and now he was laughing at her.
Next to him Alicia Finnerty had her mouth open like a guppy, absorbing the whole scene.
“My mother told me not to have anything to do with strangers,” Jodie said and immediately bit her tongue. She sounded like a prude. When the stranger’s grin widened, anger mixed with her embarrassment.
“That was good advice when you were young,” Hank said, still keeping his voice low, “but you’re a grown woman now, and you don’t want to spend all your life pining away for a man who walked away.”
Like your mother did. Hank didn’t say the words out loud, but Jodie could hear them hanging in the air before she said, “I won’t. I’m not. What I need right now is a gun.”
“Well, I’m not going to sell you one.”
“I can buy one somewhere else.”
“I reckon you can, but whatever you might think right now, suicide is not the answer.”
“Suicide? I don’t want that gun to…You can’t think that I…” Jodie stopped because the concerned, pitying look on Hank’s face revealed that was exactly what he was thinking. And one quick glance toward the front of the store told her that he wasn’t the only one thinking it. The stranger wasn’t grinning anymore. And Alicia Finnerty could hardly contain herself. Any minute now she would make a break for the door so she could pull out her cell phone and start blabbing the news.
“It’s the holidays,” Hank said. “Lot’s of people get depressed around Christmas. What you need is something to look forward to—like a date for the Mistletoe Ball.”
“Hank, I want that gun because last night there was a prowler in the attic.”
“Did you call the sheriff?”
“I tried, but the phone wasn’t working. Even if it had been, the Rutherford sisters and I are alone in that house, and we’re two miles from town. All we had to defend ourselves with was fireplace pokers.”
“Well, you go on over and tell the sheriff right now,” Hank said. “Let him handle it.”
Jodie opened her mouth and then shut it. She could try to explain to Hank that she and the Rutherford sisters might be dead in their beds before the sheriff or one of his men could even get to the house, but she wasn’t going to change his mind. He was not going to sell her a gun. And if she read Alicia Finnerty’s expression right, by tonight everyone in Castleton would know that poor Jodie Freemont was thinking of committing suicide.
“Fine,” she said. “I’ll just take some strong rope. Give me some of the stuff that they string sails up with.”
As Hank’s eyes narrowed, she hurried on. “I’m going to use it for…hauling a Christmas tree to the house.” It was a lie. If lightning was going to strike her, she might as well make it a good one. “Sophie and Irene are putting up a second tree in the dining room so we’re going to dig up a fresh one and replant it later.”
“How much do you need?” Hank asked.
Pulling a piece of paper out of her pocket, she glanced down at it. “Thirty yards.”
As Hank ambled off to the back of the store, Alicia Finnerty cleared her throat. “That’s a lot of rope.”
Turning to find the older woman at her elbow, Jodie couldn’t resist saying, “The better to hang myself with, my dear.”
“Oh, my. Oh, my. Oh, my.” Her hand at her throat, Alicia Finnerty backed toward the door, pushed against it, and bolted out onto the sidewalk.
“She thinks you really intend to do it.”
It was the stranger who’d spoken, and when Jodie turned, she found herself looking into the darkest pair of eyes she’d ever seen. Black smoke, she thought. The kind that blinded you. Though her gaze never left his, she was aware of dark hair falling below the collar of his blue work shirt, strong cheekbones, a square jaw, and lines etched around his mouth. Tall, dark and tough, not pretty. This wasn’t a man you’d want to run into in a dark alley. Or an attic. She felt something curl in her stomach. Not the cold ball of fear she’d experienced last night when she was listening to those footsteps. No, this was something different, something warm…no, hot.
Then she watched, fascinated, as his lips curved in a smile and his eyes lightened to gray. This time he wasn’t laughing at her, but with her, and the warmth inside of her grew. Quite suddenly, she felt as if she’d known him for a long time.
But she hadn’t. Just as she hadn’t really known Billy. Taking a step back, she said, “Maybe I do intend to do it.”
“No.” The man shook his head. “I don’t think so. You’re not the type.”
“Not the type for what?” Hank asked, bagging the coil of rope and placing it on the counter.
“Nothing,” Jodie said, grabbing the package.
“Where’d Alicia go?” Hank asked.
“She—” Jodie and the stranger spoke the word together. When she glanced at him, he was smiling again.
“Ms. Finnerty had a pressing engagement,” he said.
