Christmas Elopement
THE BOSS SAYS "BAH, HUMBUG."Ever had a tall, dark and scrumptiously sexy boss? So desirable that you wish he'd be waiting under your Christmas tree on December 24, wearing nothing but a red ribbon around his neck? But so scroogelike that he's planning to cancel the company party, enforce the "no-dating co-workers" policy and spend the holidays shredding mistletoe?Sounds just like Carrie Sargent's boss. So how did the woman who was one eggnog away from saying "I quit!" ever get Cash Cunningham to merrily say "I do!" at a wedding chapel on Christmas Eve? … THE GROOM SAYS "I DO!"
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No Interoffice Dating: Employee Handbook Rule #176
And who had known that rule better than himself, the boss, as he’d entered Carrie’s hotel room last night, as he’d kissed her and held her and—
“We both know the rule, Mr. Cunningham,” Carrie said, her voice a mixture of hurt and anger. “So what was last night all about?”
He saw the sheen of tears in Carrie’s hurt green eyes, but he couldn’t tell her what he wanted to say. That last night was about feelings he’d never felt before, about a oneness he never thought possible. He should have said good-night at her door, but he’d said good-night as they were drifting off to sleep, naked and sated…
Dear Reader,
Happy holidays from the staff at Silhouette Desire! As you can see by the special cover treatment this month, these books are our holiday gifts to you. And each and every story is so wonderful that I know you’ll want to buy extras to give to your friends!
We begin with Jackie Merritt’s MAN OF THE MONTH, Montana Christmas, which is the conclusion of her spectacular MADE IN MONTANA series. The fun continues with Instant Dad, the final installment in Raye Morgan’s popular series THE BABY SHOWER.
Suzannah Davis’s Gabriel’s Bride is a classic—and sensuous—love story you’re sure to love. And Anne Eames’s delightful writing style is highlighted to perfection in Christmas Elopement. For a story that will make you feel all the warmth and goodwill of the holiday season, don’t miss Kate Little’s Jingle Bell Baby.
And Susan Connell begins a new miniseries—THE GIRLS MOST LIKELY TO…—about three former high school friends who are now all grown up in Rebel’s Spirit. Look for upcoming books in the series in 1997.
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ANNE EAMES
joined Romance Writers of America in 1991 and set a five-year goal: to sell her first novel. A year ahead of schedule she sold Two Weddings and a Bride, followed quickly by You’re What?! and Christmas Elopement—all 1996 releases for Silhouette Desire. Along the way she was an RWA Golden Heart Finalist, as well as a Maggie Award winner. Anne says her energetic imagination has been fueled by her motley background, which includes theater, sales and construction management—collectively providing her with a plethora of ideas for a lifetime of stories.
Anne and her engineer husband, Bill, live in southeastern Michigan and share a family of five—two hers (Tim and Tom), two his (Erin and David) and one theirs (an adorable miniature dachshund, Punkin).
To Julia Cameron for her book The Artist’s Way, which has changed forever the way I approach my craft; and To those enlightened employers, managers and supervisors everywhere who contribute to the happiness and well-being of their employees
So here it was, Friday the thirteenth. Bad hair, no fiancé, no job, and she felt like she was going to puke for the third time this morning. Tuesday’s flu was no longer the cause. More likely it was the bottle of cheap wine she’d consumed last night during a rare self-indulgent blue funk.
She should have known it would be a lousy week. So far, the bad perm on Monday had been the best part. She grabbed chunks of hair in each hand and growled in frustration. It was dry, fuzzy, bushy. Totally out of control. Unmanageable. Just like her ramshackle life.
“Oh, heiferdust! You really don’t have time for this selfpity, Carrie Sargent.” Where were those old problem-solving skills of hers, anyway?
She munched on a soda cracker, licking the salt from her lips. The teapot whistled, and she poured the steaming water over a tea bag and gave it a few dunks. Mug in hand, she stared out at the foggy mist that hung over Monterey Bay and the Cannery, far below. It was a view to be envied and one that she’d miss, but she had to move. No two ways about it. It might be some time before her lodgings rivaled her recent life-style, but Carmel wasn’t too shabby. If she had to climb off this mountain, there were worse places she could go.
Earlier in the week she’d actually considered the option of letting Brian bail her out—a small loan till she found a new job. Brian. She scoffed at the mere thought of her ex-fiancé. Last night, before she could even broach the subject, he’d whipped out his checkbook in that superior way of his and summarily categorized her problem as”typically female.” So before the night was over, she’d summarily slapped his grandmother’s priceless three-carat marquise diamond in his hand and told him to take a hike.
That was a mistake, she thought now, eyeing another cracker. She should have kept the ring.
The phone beside her jangled and she jumped, the movement sending shock waves through her pounding head, her stomach rolling over again. If it was Brian or her landlord, she didn’t have the time or energy. She was tempted to let it ring, but then she worried that it might be about today’s job interview.
