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| Christmas Is In The Air |
Elizabeth McMurphy is an up
and coming high powered attorney and is after vengeance, involving one of the
richest and most powerful families in Colorado.
Steve York is an obnoxious reporter that thinks the ice queen has gone too far
and does all he can to get under her skin.
When one of the worst
blizzards in history hits Colorado and leaves a hurt Steve York stranded with Elizabeth in a mountain
cabin, she must decide to either take care of him or throw him out to fend for
himself.
A little teaser..
“What’s
going on here? Where the hell are my pants?”
Elizabeth
practically jumped out of her skin. Steve stood in the bedroom doorway, wearing
only some tight fitting pink sweats.
“I found you after your car went nose to nose with a tree.” She
crossed her arms. “The question is, what were you doing up here in a snowstorm?
Were you coming up here to spy on me?”
“Jesus, my head hurts.” Steve groaned and
sat at the kitchen table. “And don’t flatter yourself.” He brought up his hands
to rub his eyes and push on his temples. He started to say something when a
giggle and a round of indistinguishable sounds caught his attention. Steve
stared at the little girl, a whisper of a smile on his pale face. “You have a
daughter?”
She chose to ignore the question. “Again,
Mr. York, you were headed…where?”
“I was going to see some friends in Granby, then on to
Steamboat to spend the holidays with my family.”
“You figured on taking a short cut on Badger Springs Road?”
“Basically,” he muttered. “I had a phone
in my pants pocket…” Steve looked down at the pink sweats. “Yours, I presume?”
At her nod, he asked with a smirk, “And you’re the one that took my clothes
off?”
“Junior, my neighbor.”
“If you’ll allow me to use your phone,
I’ll call Triple A and get myself and my car out of your life.” He put his hand
out to the little girl and she latched onto his finger, the brightest smile
ever illuminating her sweet face.
Elizabeth quickly picked her up, as if he would contaminate her by his touch.
“Phones
are out.”
“Internet?”
“Nope.”
“How the hell do you live here?” he asked
irritably.
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I write for all ages, from the early reader to adults. My books range from pictures books for the
little ones, to fantasy, time-travel adventures for ages 9 to 13. I also write
adult stories, including a family drama and contemporary, paranormal and
historical westerns romances, under P. A. Estelle.
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