Somewhere behind the expensive gifts and grand gestures...
was the man who had once been her whole world.
Sophie Eden refuses to sell her familyâs legacy, especially not to Jake Wheeler. He and Sophie have historyâa night of passion that first left her elated, then heartbroken. Now the New York heiress wants him to stay away. But when theyâre snowed in for Christmas, they surrender to temptation. Meanwhile, a secret waits to tear them apart...
KAREN BOOTH is a Midwestern girl transplanted in the South, raised on â80s music, Judy Blume and the films of John Hughes. When she takes a break from the art of romance, sheâs listening to music with her nearly grown kids or sweet-talking her husband into making her a cocktail. Learn more about Karen at karenbooth.net.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07693-7
A CHRISTMAS TEMPTATION
© 2018 Karen Booth
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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my amazing agent and friend. Iâm so thankful to have you on my side!
One
Edenâs Department Store offered a dazzling array of merchandise, but in Sophie Edenâs mind, everything started with the shoes. Thus, she always began her workday in the shoe department, surveying the latest and chitchatting with the salespeople as they prepared for the dayâs shoppers. Sophie often devoted ten or fifteen minutes to the pursuit before heading upstairs to her office. Some days sheâd even try on something new. Not today. With less than a month until Christmas, and the vultures circling, getting right to work was the most pressing matter.
She bustled through the department down the wide center promenade, past the Lucite and chrome displays of sling-backs and stilettos, beneath the splendid crystal chandeliers that dotted the high coffered ceiling. Her delicate heels click-clacked on the gleaming white marble floor. Her shoes were particularly magnificent todayâManolo Blahnik pumps with a slim leather tie at the ankle, in Christmas red. The color choice was no coincidence. The holidays were Sophieâs favorite time of year, and she was going to sneak in every second of cheer she could. She already knew Christmas would be difficult this year. This would be the first without Gram, her grandmother, the founder of Edenâs.
Sophie rounded a turn as the aisle spoked off to the various sections of the department known to fashion editors all over the world as âshoe heaven.â Tucked back in the far corner was the vestibule with the private elevator that would take her upstairs to the true guts of the Edenâs operation. She sucked in a deep, cleansing breath as she took her short ride up one floor. Normally, she loved her job, but right now it was much farther from heaven than the number on the elevator door suggested.
âGood morning, Lizzie,â Sophie said, greeting her assistant. She shrugged off her cream-colored wool coat and slung it over her arm. Considering the dirt and grime of the city, such a light color was a stupid idea, but Sophie loved the way it showed off her red hair. It was one of her best assets.