All she wants for Christmas...
is to make him beg!
After he broke her heart, Mazie Tarleton is definitely immune to the charms of J.B. Vaughan. Now she has him right where she wants him and itâs payback timeâuntil a moment of white-hot desire takes them both by surprise! Suddenly, revenge is getting complicated. Maybe she can just say yes to a holiday fling...or is she already in way too deep?
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07700-2
BLAME IT ON CHRISTMAS
© 2018 Janice Maynard
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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This book is for every guy or girl who has
found the courage to ask someone out and then been shot down. It hurts. But true love finds a way.
One
âThe answer is no!â
Mazie Tarleton ended the call, wishing she had a good old-fashioned receiver she could slam down on a cradle. Cutting off a phone conversation with the tap of a red button wasnât nearly as satisfying.
Behind her, Ginaâher best friend and coworkerâate the last bite of her cinnamon crunch bagel and wiped cream cheese from her fingers. âWhoâs got you all riled up?â
The two women were in Mazieâs office, a cramped space behind the elegant showroom that drew tourists and locals to All That Glitters, Mazieâs upscale jewelry store in Charlestonâs historic business district.
Mazie dropped into a chair and scowled. âItâs J.B.âs real estate agent again. Heâs making her badger me.â
âYou mean J.B. who wants to offer you a ridiculous amount of money for this building thatâs falling down around our ears?â
âWhose side are you on anyway?â Mazie and Gina had met as freshmen at Savannahâs College of Art and Design. Gina was aware of Mazieâs long-standing feud with Charlestonâs highly eligible and incredibly sexy billionaire businessman.
Gina flicked a crumb from her cashmere-covered bosom. âWe have dry rot in the attic. A heating system that dates back to the Civil War. And do I need to mention that our hurricane policy rates are set to triple when the renewal is due? I know you Tarleton people are richer than God, but that doesnât mean we should thumb our noses at a great offer.â
âIf it were anybody but J.B.,â Mazie muttered, feeling the noose of inevitability tighten around her neck.
J.B. Jackson Beauregard Vaughan. The man she loved to hate. J.B. Vaughan had been on her personal hit list since she was sixteen years old. She loathed him. And she wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt her.