Christmas With The Duke
Reunited with her first love…Ciara Harris hoped her first Christmas working back at Loughmore Castle would mark a fresh start, but Tom, now Duke of Bainsworth return threatens to uncover feelings she thought long-buried.Could a snowed in Christmas be a second chance?
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Reunited with her first love...
For an unforgettable Christmas
Ciara Harris hoped her first Christmas working back at Loughmore Castle would mark a fresh start, but the return of Tom, now Duke of Bainworth, threatens to uncover feelings she thought long buried. Being snowed in on Christmas Eve with Tom forces Ciara to face the truthâthereâs still something magical between them. As the castleâs fires burn warm and festive, so do Tom and Ciaraâs feelings of hope...
A city-loving book addict, peony obsessive KATRINA CUDMORE lives in Cork, Ireland, with her husband, four active children and a very daft dog. A psychology graduate, with an MSc in Human Resources, Katrina spent many years working in multinational companies and canât believe she is lucky enough now to have a job that involves daydreaming about love and handsome men! You can visit Katrina at katrinacudmore.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-07824-5
CHRISTMAS WITH THE DUKE
© 2018 Katrina Cudmore
Published in Great Britain 2018
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To Ava, my modern girl full of wit,
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The world is yours to conquer.
Contents
âGOOD GIRL, CIARA, just another foot to go and youâll be there.â
Despite her shaking legs, Ciara Harris could not help but grin to herself at her bossâs good-natured encouragement. Sean was the head gardener at Loughmore Castle and, having known Ciara since she was a teenager, at times still treated her as one despite the fact that she was now thirty years of age.
Her smile soon faded, however, when she made the fatal mistake of looking down from her twenty-foot-high perch up on the stepladder. The Connemara marble floor of the Great Hall swam up and then back down in a sickening vortex.
She grasped the stepladderâs metal rail for dear life and cast an unhappy eye over the reason she was twenty feet up in the air. The fine-boned angel, dressed in gold silk, her cheeks painted with a dash of pink blush, calmly considered Ciara back, as though wondering why she was making such a fuss.
Standing with Sean at the base of the stepladder, looking way too amused for her own good, Libby the head chef at Loughmore called up to Ciara. âSometime in the next year would be helpful, Ciara. Iâve five layers of Christmas cake to ice and a ton of petit fours to make for tomorrow nightâs lighting ceremony,â
Ciara scowled down at Libby, who had one foot casually propped on the bottom rung of the ladder, with a glass of mulled wine in one hand and a mince pie in the other, and muttered through clenched teeth, âI nominate you to climb up here next Christmas.â
âOh, no, the pleasure will be all yours until a new member of staff is recruited,â Libby called back, with a tad too much relish.
Given the amused expressions of all thirty or so of the other Loughmore staff, who had come into the hall to watch the final finish to the tree decoration and, more to the point, rush to the buffet table, to partake in the refreshments Libbyâs team had organised, Ciara guessed they shared Libbyâs entertainment at Ciaraâs terror.
