The Trouble with Christmas
by Debbie Mason
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Elements/Tags: romance, Christmas
Publishing Date: Sept. 24, 2013
Format: Print and Ebook
Length: 407 Pages
It will take a Christmas miracle to melt her heart.
Resort developer Madison Lane is about to lose the one thing she loves most in the world—her job. Dubbed “The Grinch Who Killed Christmas,” Madison spoiled a deal that would turn quaint Christmas, Colorado, into a tourist’s winter wonderland. Now the citizens want her fired but the company gives her one last chance, sending Madison to the small town to restore the holiday cheer.
For Sheriff Gage McBride, no hotshot executive from New York City is going to destroy the dreams of the people he loves. But one look at this beautiful woman and it’s his heart that may be broken. In just a few days, Madison causes more trouble than he’s had to deal with all year. He can’t decide if she’s naughty or nice, but one thing is for certain—Christmas will never be the same again…
Meet Author Debbie Mason:
Praised as a "writer to watch" by RT Book Reviews, Debbie Mason also writes Scottish-set historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series debuted in April 2010 and is said to "combine the passion of Hannah Howell's Highand romances with the seductive fantasy of Karen Marie Moning's bestsellers."
Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Debbie-Mason/492150187499546
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On her way to the town hall meeting in Christmas, Colorado, Madison Lane lost control of her SUV and crashed into the giant Santa "Welcome to Christmas" sign. Several news crews have arrived on the scene before the sheriff.
Sheriff Gage McBride got off the radio, flicked on the siren and lights, and leaned on his horn. Six men and three women leaped out of his way as he angled the Suburban between them and Ms. Lane's vehicle. Grabbing the first aid kit from the back seat, he slammed the door. "Don't even think about it," he said as they lunged forward. "Ray, get them out of here."
"Come on, Sherriff, give us a break," one of the men yelled.
"Deputy, if they're not gone from here in two minutes, ticket them." Gage rounded the backend of the SUV. Ms. Lane didn't turn his way as he approached the open door. It looked as if her eyes were closed behind her sunglasses.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"I'll be on the front pages again, won't I? They're going to say I killed Santa. Joe . . . " She dabbed at her nose while slowly turning to face him.
As he carefully removed her sunglasses, she blinked up at him. And all he could think was the picture in the Times had done Madison Lane an injustice. Despite her red nose and puffy lips, or maybe because of them, she bore no resemblance to the woman in the photo. She was younger than he expected, her features sweetly feminine. She looked delicate and vulnerable and all his protective instincts came roaring to the surface.
He shook off the disconcerting reaction. "It would be easier for me to check you out if you bring your legs around."
She blinked again then drew her denim-blue eyes from his face to the airbag. "Oh, I . . . okay."
He lifted the deflated bag from her lap while she swung long legs clad in slim black pants over the side, setting her practical black leather boots on the running board. "No problem moving your legs, no pain anywhere?" he asked, as he set the first aid kid beside her feet.
"No, I didn't hurt anything other than my nose and mouth." She touched her bee-stung lips . Her gaze shot to his. "Oh God, they feel . . ." She grabbed the visor and angled it to study her face. "I look like one of those women whose plastic surgery went wrong."
He fought back a smile. "I doubt anyone will notice. The swelling should go down in a day or so."
She was too busy examining her mouth to respond, or so he thought until she pinned him with a disbelieving stare. "I have Kewpie-doll lips, and you don't think anyone will notice?"
He had to get her to stop talking about her lips so he could stop staring at them. Because right now they looked pretty damn tempting, and he couldn't help thinking what it would feel like to kiss her pouty mouth.