It Started At Christmas...
All she wants for Christmas is…him!This Christmas, Dr McKenzie Sanders knows exactly what she wants in her stocking—her gorgeous colleague, Lance Spencer. He’s a sexy, brilliant, caring doctor and, best of all, he’s just as averse to walking down the aisle as she is!They agree to indulge in a sizzling fling that will absolutely not end in wedded bliss. But even the best laid plans can go awry… Will risking their hearts lead to wedding bells?
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All she wants for Christmas is...him!
This Christmas Dr. McKenzie Sanders knows exactly what she wants in her stocking—her gorgeous colleague Lance Spencer. He’s a sexy, brilliant, caring doctor—and, best of all, he’s just as averse to walking down the aisle as she is!
They agree to indulge in a sizzling fling that will absolutely not end in wedded bliss. But even the best-laid plans can go awry... Will risking their hearts lead to wedding bells?
“You can have two months, but not a day more,” she said.
Staring at the oh-so-hot naked man in her bed, McKenzie clutched the sheet to her. Please agree with me, she pleaded silently. She couldn’t fathom not repeating the magic she’d just experienced, but she would do just that if he didn’t agree.
Already she was risking too much. She didn’t want a future that might lead her down the path her parents had taken. Bachelorettehood was the life for her, all the way. Hearing Lance agree that they’d end things in two months was necessary for them to carry on. She wouldn’t—couldn’t—risk anything longer.
“Promise me,” she urged.
“Two months sounds absolutely perfect,” he said.
Christmas time is here! I’m so blessed to be able to write another Christmas story. I love the holidays and romance, so what could be better than combining the two?
Dr Lance Spencer is a hero I immediately fell for. Kind, generous, fun, witty and a bit tortured, he stole my heart. Unfortunately it takes him a while to win over my heroine. Then again, McKenzie’s an independent woman who knows what she wants in life—and it isn’t to be tied down to a man. But the holidays sure are a lot more fun with Lance at her side, so McKenzie agrees to a two-month relationship that leads them down a path that ultimately makes every day feel like Christmas.
I hope you enjoy their story as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always, I enjoy hearing from my readers at [email protected]. Happy Holidays—and I hope Santa is good to you!
Love,
Janice
JANICE LYNN has a Master’s in Nursing from Vanderbilt University, and works as a nurse practitioner in a family practice. She lives in the southern United States with her husband, their four children, their Jack Russell—appropriately named Trouble—and a lot of unnamed dust bunnies that have moved in since she started her writing career. To find out more about Janice and her writing visit janicelynn.com.
Books by Janice Lynn
Mills & Boon Medical Romance
The Doctor’s Damsel in Distress
Flirting with the Society Doctor Challenging the Nurse’s Rules NYC Angels: Heiress’s Baby Scandal The ER’s Newest Dad After the Christmas Party... Flirting with the Doc of Her Dreams New York Doc to Blushing Bride Winter Wedding in Vegas Sizzling Nights with Dr Off-Limits
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk for more titles.
Janice won The National Readers’ Choice Award for her first book
The Doctor’s Pregnancy Bombshell
To Blake Shelton for retweeting me following his Nashville concert and giving me a total fangirl rush moment. Life is good.
‘Fun, witty and sexy... A heartfelt, sensual and compelling read.’
—Goodreads on
NYC Angels: Heiress’s Baby Scandal
‘A sweet and beautiful romance that will steal your heart.’
—Harlequin Junkie on
NYC Angels: Heiress’s Baby Scandal
Contents
“OKAY, WHO’S THE HUNK that just winked at you?”
At her best friend’s question Dr. McKenzie Sanders rolled her eyes at the emcee stepping out onto the Coopersville Community Theater stage. “That’s him.”
“That’s the infamous Dr. Lance Spencer?” Cecilia sounded incredulous from the chair next to McKenzie’s.
No wonder. Her best friend had heard quite a bit about the doctor slash local charity advocate. Was there any local charity he wasn’t involved with in some shape, form or fashion? McKenzie doubted it.
Still, when he’d invited her to come and watch the Christmas program, she’d not been expecting the well-choreographed show currently playing out before her eyes. Lance and his crew were good. Then again, knowing Lance, she should have expected greatness. He’d put the event together and everything the man touched was pure perfection.
And these days he wanted to touch her.
Sometimes McKenzie wondered if it was a case of women-chasing-him-toward-the-holy-matrimony-altar burnout that had him focusing on commitment-phobic her. She never planned to marry and Lance knew it. She made no secret of the fact she was a good-time girl and was never going to be tied down by the golden band of death to all future happiness. After his last girlfriend had gone a little psycho when he’d told her flat out he had no intention of ever proposing, Lance apparently wanted a break from tall lanky blonde numbers trying to drag him into wedded “bliss.” He’d taken to chasing petite brunettes who got hives at the mere mention of marriage thanks to unhappily divorced parents.
