Twins For Christmas
ALL HE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS…From the moment they were born, Hannah Tanner fell completely in love with her best friend's twin girls. Then a terrible car crash leaves her their sole guardian. And before she can even get the twins settled, their biological father shows up at Hannah's door...determined to take her girls away.Noah Knight isn't leaving Ramblewood, Texas without his daughters, and Hannah isn't giving them up without a fight. Worse still, Noah can't deny her fierce love for the girls—or his own growing feelings for her. It’ll take more than a Christmas miracle to keep his new family together—he'll need to win Hannah's heart!
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ALL HE WANTS FOR CHRISTMASâ¦
From the moment they were born, Hannah Tanner fell completely in love with her best friendâs twin girls. Then a terrible car crash leaves her their sole guardian. And before she can even get the twins settled, their biological father shows up at Hannahâs doorâ¦determined to take her girls away.
Noah Knight isnât leaving Ramblewood, Texas, without his daughters, and Hannah isnât giving them up without a fight. Worse still, Noah canât deny her fierce love for the girlsâor his own growing feelings for her. Itâll take more than a Christmas miracle to keep his new family togetherâheâll need to win Hannahâs heart!
She couldnât help but wonder if including Noah in their lives had happened too fastâ¦
âI kind of wanted to cut down a tree for you and the girls the way your dad did,â Noah said.
No, no, no. Donât say something romantic!
âI didnât grow up with that experience,â he continued. âWe had a fake tree and store-bought decorations.â
âOkay, letâs find ourselves a tree.â Hannah pushed the stroller past him until his hand covered hers, strong and firm. Breathe, Hannah, breathe. She didâ¦and inhaled his fresh, woodsy scent. Almost pine, but not quite. Whatever it was, it was raw and intoxicating.
âAllow me.â His lips were so close, her hair moved as he spoke.
She gripped the stroller tighter for fear if she let go sheâd melt into a puddle. This canât be happening.
She wasnât permitted to think of Noah as anyone other than Charlotte and Cheyenneâs father. She was in trouble. Being around him heightened her senses and left her feeling very protected at the same time. She didnât need to feel protected. She could take care of herself. She could take care of the girls herself, the same way Lauren had.
But she didnât want to. God help her, she didnât want to do it without Noahâ¦
I had a very clear image of Clay Tannerâs sister, Hannah, when I wrote A Texan for Hire last year. Even though she had a very small part in that book, every time I closed my eyes, the opening scenes from Twins for Christmas played out before me. Whenever I drove past an old farmhouse, I envisioned her and Noah standing on the front porch with two little faces peering through the screen door behind them. Finally, one afternoon I sat down and wrote the entire synopsis in under three hours. While it was the easiest proposal Iâve written, the same couldnât be said about the book. It was the hardest to date. The emotional backdrop of this story broke my heart. I wanted to reach through my computer and wrap my arms around Charlotte and Cheyenneâthe eighteen-month-old twins featured in this story. A huge part of me fell in love with this family, and someday Iâll revisit the girls as they grow older.
Twins for Christmas is the ninth book in the Welcome to Ramblewood seriesâ¦where the door is always open.
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Amanda Renee
AMANDA RENEE was raised in the Northeast and now wriggles her toes in the warm coastal Carolina sands. Her career began when she was discovered through Harlequinâs So You Think You Can Write contest. When not creating stories about love and laughter, she enjoys the company of her schnoodle, Duffy, camping, playing guitar and piano, photography, and anything involving horses. You can visit her at amandarenee.com.
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Noah Knightâs wet jeans clung uncomfortably to his thighs. Drenched, he took refuge from the rain in a dimly lit bar. Finneganâs Pub in College Station, Texas, catered to an older crowd. At thirty-two he wasnât exactly middle-aged, but he was too old to find common ground with the majority of the local college students.
Once, sometimes twice, a year he conducted helicopter-logging recruitment seminars in town. Now he had four hours until his flight home to Aurora, Oregon. It gave him enough time to grab a bite and a beer or two before catching a cab to the airport. Noah wanted a booth to himself, but they were all taken, so he sat at the bar. He wasnât in the mood for company after being awake for the last thirty hours.
He placed his order and reviewed the preliminary applications heâd collected during the seminar. One out of the twelve had potential, while the rest had been drawn to the danger of the job rather than the job itself.
âEnough work for today,â Noah muttered. He flipped his portfolio closed and jammed it into his bag, then picked up the folded newspaper someone had left behind on the stool next to him.
