A Hunter Under The Mistletoe: All Is Bright / Heat of a Helios
Passion is ablaze under the Las Vegas sun this holiday seasonAll Is Bright by Addison FoxBut all is not certainly not calm. Not with his employee, Evangeline Kennedy, posing an impossible temptation for Rafael Stavros. Not when all signs suggest Evangeline could put the whole race of Helios—a very sexy race of supernatural phoenixes—in danger. But Rafe knows not to trust appearances in Vegas. Especially when his heart tells him otherwise!Heat of a Helios by Karen WhiddonThis Christmas, all pop star Meghan Frost wants is Gabriel Stavros. But little does she know that the hunk who runs the Archangel casino is really a Helios. Or that he's her age-old enemy. Dare she believe in some holiday magic that could unite the unlikeliest of allies?
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Praise for Addison Fox
“An intricate, action-filled plot and steady pacing create an engaging read.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Royal Spy’s Redemption
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Praise for Karen Whiddon
“I love how this book is a sweet romance but also manages to be an action-packed story that…keeps you on the edge of your seat.”
—Aussie Bookworm on The Wolf Siren
“A nice backstory and exciting plot make this a must-read.”
—RT Book Reviews on The Wolf Siren (4.5 stars)
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A Hunter Under the Mistletoe
All Is Bright
Addison Fox
Heat of a Helios
Karen Whiddon
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ADDISON FOX is a lifelong romance reader, addicted to happy-ever-afters. There’s nothing she enjoys more than penning novels about two strong-willed, exciting people on that magical fall into love. When she’s not writing, she can be found spending time with family and friends, reading or enjoying a glass of wine. Contact Addison at her website—www.addisonfox.com—or catch up with her on Facebook (addisonfoxauthor) and Twitter (@addisonfox).
KAREN WHIDDON started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the gorgeous Catskill Mountains, then the majestic Rocky Mountains, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty surrounding her. Karen now lives in north Texas, writes full-time and volunteers for a boxer dog rescue. She shares her life with her hero of a husband and four to five dogs, depending on if she is fostering. You can email Karen at [email protected]. Fans can also check out her website, www.karenwhiddon.com.
Addison Fox
For Carly
An editor’s job is made up of many parts—active cheerleader, gentle guide, creative steward and, always, stalwart champion. You do each of those things with amazing aplomb (and really awesome gifs).
This time you also brought the understanding.
Thank you.
Evangeline Kennedy was superstitious enough not to tempt fate and practical enough not to care when she did. So after firing two team members who’d taken it upon themselves to give some friends restricted access to the employee entrance of the Archangel Casino where she worked, she’d estimated it was safe to assume her day couldn’t get worse.
Until that night when she saw a man consumed in a ball of orange flame.
She wasn’t even supposed to be working, but the holiday installations needed to be finalized and there was simply no way she could go home and leave them unfinished. Which was how she found herself on her knees in the dirt, on the grounds beside the infinity pool that served as the property’s lone—and wildly popular—topless destination.
The sun worshippers had long vanished for the day, trading their golden glow for an evening among the restaurants, bars and gaming tables the Archangel prided itself on. Evangeline sat back on her heels and took in the mix of ivy, poinsettia and lights she’d spent the better part of eight hours planting, irrigating and arranging. She’d been cultivating the poinsettia on her own in the property’s large greenhouse, unwilling to miss out on the color palate she wanted by the possibility of someone else’s carelessness. Poinsettia color was a tricky thing, after all.
And oh, wow, did it pop.
Even in the nighttime lighting that flooded the grounds, she could see the reds, creams and marbled pinks she’d been aiming for, with a well-placed burst of orange mixed in. The wash of vibrant hues would catch the eye, just as she planned. Even better, the installation—a layered structure guests would pass from their rooms near the pool and on into the casino—would match the look, feel and tone she’d built across the property.
As the Archangel’s horticultural architect, Evangeline had full range of the grounds, the only mandate that she continue to use wild explosions of color and unexpected installations of flowers to resemble a walk through an artist’s canvas more so than a Las Vegas casino. And damn it, she thought with no small measure of pride, she did it well.
She wiped a bead of sweat that worked its way down her temple toward her cheek and admired her handiwork. Those two slackers, Troy and Victor, could bite her. Even if it was three in the morning, she hadn’t eaten since noon and she was due in for a presentation with the casino brass in another five hours, she could sit for a minute and admire her handiwork.
The poinsettias had been a gamble. The plant was fairly hardy in the subtropical climates that had been its origin, but the Nevada soil was tricky, the desert climate something that required continued overcompensation.
