Their Festive Island Escape
Can Christmas in the Caribbean… …bring her comfort and joy this year? Jilted bride Celeste wants a Christmas of sun, sea and cocktails. But when the hot Santa from the beach turns out to be Reid Evanson – the luxury resort’s CEO, and best man at her non-wedding, their unexpected chemistry changes everything…
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Can Christmas in the Caribbean…
…bring her comfort and joy this year?
Jilted at the altar exactly three years ago, Celeste wants sun, sea and exotic cocktails, so escaping to Jamaica is perfect. But her peace is disturbed when the hot Santa from the beach turns out to be Reid Evanson—the luxury resort’s CEO and best man at her nonwedding! Could their unexpected chemistry mean he’s the one to restore her love of the festive season?
NINA SINGH lives just outside Boston, USA, with her husband, children and a very rambunctious Yorkie. After several years in the corporate world she finally followed the advice of family and friends to ‘give the writing a go, already’. She’s oh-so-happy she did. When not at her keyboard she likes to spend time on the tennis court or golf course. Or immersed in a good read.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09179-4
THEIR FESTIVE ISLAND ESCAPE
© 2019 Nilay Nina Singh
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To my children,
you make every vacation and holiday
nothing less than a gift.
Contents
Note to Readers
HER SISTER JUST didn’t get it. But then again, Celeste had never really been able to get through to her when it came to the holidays. Or through to her mother, for that matter. Her family would never understand. Not that she really understood them in return.
“I can’t believe you haven’t moved on yet,” Tara declared, throwing her hands up in the air. “Your wedding was three years ago. Get over it already.”
Tara wasn’t often accused of being overly sensitive. For the wedding her sister had so callously just referred to had never actually happened. Celeste bit down on a frustrated groan. She really was in no mood to talk about this. She didn’t even want to think about the day she’d been so humiliatingly left at the altar, waiting for a groom who had never bothered to show up.
The humiliation still haunted her nightmares—dozens of pitying eyes staring at her as the minutes ticked by.
She was supposed to have been a Christmas bride. Instead she’d been a jilted one.
How did Tara not understand that she wanted nothing to do with the holiday now? How did she not see that the best thing to do for her mental health was just to get away from the city until the whole season was over?
Her sister’s next question only proved that she didn’t understand Celeste at all.
