Difference between revisions of "It Must Have Been The Mistletoe"
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[[Category:RWA Award Finalists]] | [[Category:RWA Award Finalists]] | ||
[[Category:1992 Releases]] | [[Category:1992 Releases]] | ||
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* '''Author''': [[Nikki Benjamin]] | * '''Author''': [[Nikki Benjamin]] | ||
| − | * '''Publisher''': [[Silhouette Special Edition]] | + | * '''Publisher''': [[Silhouette Special Edition]] #782 |
* '''Year''': 1992 | * '''Year''': 1992 | ||
* '''Editor''': [[Tara Gavin]] | * '''Editor''': [[Tara Gavin]] | ||
* '''Amazon Listing''' : [] | * '''Amazon Listing''' : [] | ||
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| + | ==Book Description== | ||
| + | All auto mechanic Dominic Fabrino had in common with prim professional Martha Townsend was the clunker of a car she entrusted to his skillful hands. He'd do well to remember that the lady herself was strictly hands-off. Her kind demanded high-test for their corporate careers, while their emotions ran on empty. Not for Dom this sterile blend--he required a richer mix of play and puppies, kids and kisses. | ||
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| + | Still, something bleak in Marti's beautiful eyes made his masterly fingers itch to banish whatever cruel legacy had hurt her spirit, to fill up her heart with a holiday glow. It would take some talented tinkering, but maybe, just maybe, he could maneuver her under some mistletoe... | ||
== Recognitions == | == Recognitions == | ||
* [[1993 RITA® Winners & Finalists|1993 RITA® Finalist]] for [[RITA®: Contemporary Romance Categories|Long Contemporary Romance]] | * [[1993 RITA® Winners & Finalists|1993 RITA® Finalist]] for [[RITA®: Contemporary Romance Categories|Long Contemporary Romance]] | ||
Latest revision as of 12:14, 6 September 2021
- Author: Nikki Benjamin
- Publisher: Silhouette Special Edition #782
- Year: 1992
- Editor: Tara Gavin
- Amazon Listing : []
Book Description
All auto mechanic Dominic Fabrino had in common with prim professional Martha Townsend was the clunker of a car she entrusted to his skillful hands. He'd do well to remember that the lady herself was strictly hands-off. Her kind demanded high-test for their corporate careers, while their emotions ran on empty. Not for Dom this sterile blend--he required a richer mix of play and puppies, kids and kisses.
Still, something bleak in Marti's beautiful eyes made his masterly fingers itch to banish whatever cruel legacy had hurt her spirit, to fill up her heart with a holiday glow. It would take some talented tinkering, but maybe, just maybe, he could maneuver her under some mistletoe...
