Her Naughty Holiday

A feast she wasn’t expecting!

Clover Greene would sooner crawl into her oven than host family for Thanksgiving dinner. Yet another annual ritual of too much food, served with a side of criticism over “Clover’s Bad Life Choices.” This year, she needs to distract them all—with a handsome fake boyfriend. And she has the perfect guy in mind.

Contractor Erick Fields is the poster boy for sexy single dads, and Clover has been secretly crushing on him for ages. She certainly wasn’t expecting Erick to agree to her insane charade...or to add lots of hot, wicked sex to the deal. If they can pull it off, the worst Thanksgiving ever might give them something to be really thankful for!

“You are naked in my bed...”

“I’m wearing a smile.” Erick lay flat on his back with his hands behind his head...waiting.

“That doesn’t count,” Clover said.

Without saying another word, he kissed her. It was a deep, long, sensual kiss, much deeper and harder than he’d kissed her before. With the lights off, everything seemed to mean more, to matter more. It didn’t feel like they were playing anymore.

And Erick was naked, completely, not even wearing that smile.

Tentatively she slid her hand down his chest to his stomach and stopped there while he kissed her neck under her ear.

“Take your time,” he whispered. “I have all night.”

Dear Reader,

When my husband and I moved out to Oregon, one of our first trips was up Mount Hood to check out the famous Timberline Lodge (as seen in The Shining), to Mount Hood National Forest and Lost Lake, which is the most photographed spot in the entire state. Upon arriving at Lost Lake on a fine October afternoon, we realized why. The view of the top of Mount Hood is glorious, and on a clear day you can see the snow-capped volcanic peak reflected in the deep dark blue waters of the lake. I’d never seen anything like it before. It was utterly romantic. And when a romance writer sees a place that beautiful and that romantic, she has to write a book about it. In fact, I wrote three books about it, and this is number two in the Men at Work trilogy of books set in and around Lost Lake and Mount Hood.

I hope you enjoy Her Naughty Holiday, featuring Clover Greene, who owns and operates a highly successful garden nursery, and Erick Fields, the father of Clover’s teenaged assistant, Ruthie, who is determined to play matchmaker. Clover needs a boyfriend to get her nagging family off her back about her personal life this Thanksgiving. Meanwhile Ruthie wants a cool stepmother and has decided Clover’s the woman for her. But is Clover the right woman for Erick? We’ll see...

Happy reading!

Tiffany Reisz

Unofficial Ambassador to Mount Hood, Oregon

Her Naughty Holiday

Tiffany Reisz

www.millsandboon.co.uk

TIFFANY REISZ is a multi-award-winning and bestselling author. She lives on Mount Hood in Oregon in her secret volcanic lair with her husband, author Andrew Shaffer, two cats and twenty sock monkeys named Gerald. Find her online at tiffanyreisz.com.

Dedicated to...

My family, who loves me for me.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Extract

Copyright

1

IT WAS THE best of emails. It was the worst of emails. And Clover received them both within two minutes of each other.

Clover’s emotional pendulum swung from left to right so fast upon checking her computer she had to put her head down onto her desk and breathe through the light-headedness. It was in this unusually undignified position—arms on desk, head between arms, hoodie over her head—that Clover’s assistant found her.

“Um, Clo? You okay down there?”

“Oh, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

“Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Sure I’m sure.”

“Are you sure you’re sure you’re sure?”

“Nope.”

“I didn’t think so.”

Clover sat up and looked across her desk where her seventeen-year-old assistant, Ruthie, stood looking at her, waiting for an explanation.

“Is your hair more purple than usual today?” Clover asked. “Or is it the light?”

“More purple. I recolored it last night.”

“Looks good.”

“Thanks.”

Clover put her head back down on her desk.

“Clover?”

“What?”

“Clove?”

“What?”

“Clo?”

“What is it, Ruthie?” Clover sat up again.

“You were moaning. Did you know that?”

“I was?”

“You were. And not the good kind of moaning.”

Clover narrowed her eyes at Ruthie.

“What would you know about the good kind of moaning?” Clover asked.

“Nothing. I know nothing about good moaning. That’s what we tell Pops, anyway. Right?”

“Right. Pops. Your father. Oh, God. My father...”

Once more her head hit her desk and this time it wasn’t coming back up until the world had ended, thus solving all of Clover’s problems.

“Clo, what’s wrong? Tell me or I’m not leaving.”

“You have to leave. You have a plane to catch.”

“The plane is taking me to LA. Trust me, I’m in no hurry to get there.”