Her Convenient Christmas Date
Their fake relationship… …isn’t just for Christmas! Ex-footballer Lewis Matola needs Susan Collier to help clean up his reputation. Their agreement’s clear: they’ll be each other’s fake date for the holiday season – no feelings involved! But as Christmas Eve draws near, it’s more than just snow swirling between the unlikely pair…
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Their fake relationship…
…isn’t just for Christmas!
Ex-footballer Lewis Matola urgently needs to clean up his reputation, and heiress Susan Collier is the only woman who can help. Their agreement’s clear: they’ll be each other’s fake date for the holiday season—no feelings involved! But as Christmas Eve draws near, Lewis becomes intrigued by the side of Susan she keeps hidden from the world. Soon it’s more than just snow swirling between the unlikely pair…
BARBARA WALLACE can’t remember when she wasn’t dreaming up love stories in her head, so writing romances for Mills & Boon is a dream come true. Happily married to her own Prince Charming, she lives in New England, with a house full of empty-nest animals. Occasionally her son comes home as well! To stay up to date on Barbara’s news and releases sign up for her newsletter at barbarawallace.com.
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HER CONVENIENT CHRISTMAS DATE
© 2019 Barbara Wallace
Published in Great Britain 2019
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To all the square pegs in the world.
May we love our edges.
Contents
Note to Readers
THE BAR WAS one of those pop-up, themed locations that were trendy at the moment. Holiday Cheer was the name and its existence had temporarily transformed the mezzanine of the Regis Hotel into a garish, yet strangely enticing Christmas wonderland. The walls were made entirely of poinsettia blossoms, while strings of holiday lights crisscrossed the air like tiny multicolored stars.
In the middle of the cheer, at a bar framed by Christmas trees, Susan Collier was having a deep, meaningful conversation with her cocktail glass.
“So what if I don’t have a date? It’s not like I have the plague. Plenty of women go to weddings without a plus-one.”
Her cocktail, the sympathetic ear that it was, didn’t disagree.
Too bad Ginger and Courtney weren’t as sympathetic. The two catty little trolls from marketing enjoyed a good laugh about her while powdering their noses. So good, in fact, they didn’t realize Susan was in the stall listening to every word.
“Is it any wonder?” one of them had said. “She’s got a perpetual stick up her bum. I don’t know why Maria invited her to the wedding in the first place.”
“I should fire them both for insubordination,” Susan muttered. The cocktail offered itself up in mute solidarity. Lifting the glass, she polished off the contents in one swallow.
“You’re drinking those pretty quickly. Sure you don’t want to slow down?” the bartender asked when she signaled for another.
