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*'''Author:''' [[Aline de Chevigny]] | *'''Author:''' [[Aline de Chevigny]] | ||
| − | *'''Publisher:''' [[ | + | *'''Publisher:''' [[Red Rose Publications]] |
| − | *'''Genre:''' | + | *'''Genre:''' Contemporary Romance |
*'''Length:''' TBA | *'''Length:''' TBA | ||
*'''eBook ISBN:''' TBA | *'''eBook ISBN:''' TBA | ||
*'''eBook Price:''' TBA | Buy Link Coming Soon | *'''eBook Price:''' TBA | Buy Link Coming Soon | ||
| − | *'''eBook Publication Date:''' | + | *'''eBook Publication Date:''' December 2009 |
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| + | ==Book Description== | ||
| + | Jennifer was having the worst Christmas ever. She'd just quit her job, her ex had happily married some blonde Barbie doll and the man of her dreams didn't even know she was alive. | ||
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| + | Franko was through with women, or so he thought until the hottest little spitfire he'd ever met walked into him and set him straight. He now had five days until she left the mine for good to convince her that he was the Christmas gift of her dreams. | ||
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Taking the step back, she tilted her head further back to look at him in the face to apologize. Her mouth dried up at the sight of him. He was even more impressive to look at up close. His scar, that everyone was talking about, made him look distinguished and dangerous. She always did like dangerous. “Uhm…I…ahhh… damn…sorry about that.” His eyes narrowed quickly at her in anger, she didn’t understand. | Taking the step back, she tilted her head further back to look at him in the face to apologize. Her mouth dried up at the sight of him. He was even more impressive to look at up close. His scar, that everyone was talking about, made him look distinguished and dangerous. She always did like dangerous. “Uhm…I…ahhh… damn…sorry about that.” His eyes narrowed quickly at her in anger, she didn’t understand. | ||
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== Links == | == Links == | ||
* [[Aline de Chevigny]] - Author's Wiki Page | * [[Aline de Chevigny]] - Author's Wiki Page | ||
* [http://www.alinedechevigny.com/ Aline's Author Site] | * [http://www.alinedechevigny.com/ Aline's Author Site] | ||
Latest revision as of 13:23, 6 November 2022
- Author: Aline de Chevigny
- Publisher: Red Rose Publications
- Genre: Contemporary Romance
- Length: TBA
- eBook ISBN: TBA
- eBook Price: TBA | Buy Link Coming Soon
- eBook Publication Date: December 2009
Book Description
Jennifer was having the worst Christmas ever. She'd just quit her job, her ex had happily married some blonde Barbie doll and the man of her dreams didn't even know she was alive.
Franko was through with women, or so he thought until the hottest little spitfire he'd ever met walked into him and set him straight. He now had five days until she left the mine for good to convince her that he was the Christmas gift of her dreams.
Excerpt (unedited)
She’d never felt so angry. How could they disappoint so many people, without even a second thought? They’d used some lame ass excuse, about the flight crew wishing to spend the holidays with their families. Well Duh! Who didn’t? Unfortunately for her and everyone else in her boat, they couldn’t leave site if the plane didn’t show. “Damn, stupid, inconsiderate…”
Her tirade was cut short by what felt like walking into a brick wall. Looking up…and up, she came face to…chest with the new hotty mechanic at camp. She knew it was Franko Chissolm, she recognized the shirt.
Taking the step back, she tilted her head further back to look at him in the face to apologize. Her mouth dried up at the sight of him. He was even more impressive to look at up close. His scar, that everyone was talking about, made him look distinguished and dangerous. She always did like dangerous. “Uhm…I…ahhh… damn…sorry about that.” His eyes narrowed quickly at her in anger, she didn’t understand.
Links
- Aline de Chevigny - Author's Wiki Page
- Aline's Author Site
