Her Festive Flirtation
A Christmas wedding they’ll never forget!A year after being jilted, Ava Keller finds herself forced back up the aisle – as bridesmaid at a beautiful Cape Town wedding. Best man – and Ava’s first crush – Noah Giles is the perfect distraction from her painful memories. Will Ava give their chemistry a second chance?
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The bridesmaid, the best man...
A Christmas wedding theyâll never forget!
A year after being jilted, Ava Keller finds herself forced back up the aisleâas bridesmaid at a beautiful Cape Town wedding. Best manâand Avaâs first crushâNoah Giles is the perfect distraction from her painful memories. But their flirtation turns serious when Avaâs feelings for him resurface! Hurt when Noah left after their kiss years before, will Ava give their chemistry a second chance?
Being an author has always been THERESE BEHARRIEâs dream. But it was only when the corporate world loomed during her final year at university that she realised how soon she wanted that dream to become a reality. So she got serious about her writing, and now writes the kind of books she wants to see in the world, featuring people who look like her, for a living. When sheâs not writing sheâs spending time with her husband and dogs in Cape Town, South Africa. She admits that this is a perfect life, and is grateful for it.
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HER FESTIVE FLIRTATION
© 2018 Therese Beharrie
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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For Grant,
who makes every Christmas the best day of the year.
And for my family. I love you.
Contents
âMAâAM, I CANâT let you go in there.â
âButââ
âNo âbutsâ.â The man turned back to where smoke obscured the eco-estate where Ava Kellerâs home was. âThereâs no way youâre going into that.â
Ava gritted her teeth. She hated him. Though sheâd never met the man before, she hated him.
The rational voice in her head told her she was projecting. That coming home from work to find her home covered in smoke had upset her. That being upset had manifested itself in her short tone and strong emotions. Like hatred.
Yes, the rational voice said. She was definitely projecting. But then, sheâd never prized rationality in stressful situations. That was why, when sheâd been left at the altar a year before, sheâd attended the wedding reception. Sheâd eaten the cake. Sheâd gone on her honeymoon.
Rationality wouldnât make her feel less stressed. Nor would it make her less emotional. And rationality wasnât going to save one of the only things in her life that was still important to her.
So when an idea occurred to her and the rational voice warned against it, she knew she was going to do it. And though it was a bad ideaâa terrible oneâshe would do it anyway.
Heaven help her.
She turned, walked a few steps away from the wall of men blocking the path to her house, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
