Published by Forever on May 26, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
To have and to hold from this day forward
Wedding bells are ringing in the charming town of Christmas, but not for Vivian Westfield. She's just had her heart trampled under the cowboy boots of Chance McBride and lost her dream job at a big-city newspaper. But when she returns for a wedding, she stumbles on a story that could resurrect her career. First, though, she'll have to deal with the handsome man standing in her way . . . and a still-burning flame that's too hot to ignore.
Chance recognizes trouble when he sees it. He just didn't expect to find it in the first-class cabin on the flight home for his father's wedding. Yet there she is, as gorgeous as ever. Vivi dared Chance to want things he knew he could never have. It's why he left her. But Christmas's meddling matchmakers have them firmly in their sights. So if they want to survive the next week, they'll have to play the part of an adoring couple-an irresistible charade that may give them a second chance at the real thing . . .
Note: Although the series has reoccurring characters, Wedding Bells in Christmas can be read as stand-alone novel.
“I thought we’d already settled this, Slick.” His hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle, he moved it between them. “You and me, we’re together now.”
“We are, but I wasn’t sure if that meant you wanted me to—”
She bowed her head when he gave his a frustrated shake, set his beer bottle on the dock, and got to his feet.
He held out his hand. “Come on.”
“No, I want to talk about this.”
“We will, once I have you naked and in my arms.”
She smiled and patted the blanket. “We can do that right here.”
He kept his eyes on her as he undid his shorts and stripped them off. “In the water. Now.” Without waiting for her response, which she was having trouble forming due to the delectable view he provided, he turned around, giving her a brief look at his muscled back, tight backside, and powerful legs before diving into the water.
He reappeared moments later, looking like he belonged on a movie set or in a magazine as he smoothed his hair back from his gorgeous face with his hands. “Come to me.”
There was something beneath the command in his deep voice that had her rising to her feet. Her eyes locked to his as she walked to the edge of the dock. The dancing moonlight shimmered across the water, illuminating his serious, almost pained expression. For some reason this was important to him. Maybe he needed to know she trusted him to take care of her, to protect her.
She looked into the dark depths. Oh God, she really didn’t want to get in the water. But from day one this man had pushed her out of her comfort zone. Why did she expect him to change now? Taking a deep breath, she loosened her towel, letting it drop to her feet.
“Jesus, God,” Chance said, his voice gruff, his eyes drinking her in.
He’d seen every inch of her body, kissed and caressed it, too, but the way he looked at her now felt strangely more intimate. She lifted her hands, about to cover herself, but dropped them to her sides when he said, “Don’t ever hide yourself from me. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Vivi Westfield. I . . .” He had that pained look on his face again, then he smiled and held up
his hands. “I’ll catch you.”
Vivi didn’t let herself think; she just closed her eyes and jumped.
Five Fun Facts about Vivi Westfield
1. Vivi was an investigative journalist until she went too far on a story and was demoted to an advice columnist. A position Vivi assumed she’d hold for maybe a day, because, as she says, She’s the most unsympathetic person north of Wall Street.
2. Vivi has a husky bedroom voice that Chance loves. But Connor McBride and Evie O’Connor don’t.
Connor and Evie were strapped into baby seats on the middle of the picnic table. Vivi slid onto the bench opposite Nat, Lily, and Annie while Chance took the seat beside her.
“Hey, guys, how’s . . .” Vivi began, and Evie’s lip quivered. Connor squinched up his face like he had gas. Vivi put her head on the table and groaned. “They hate me.”
Lily reached over and patted Vivi’s head. “They don’t hate you. I think it’s your voice.”
“What’s wrong with my voice?”
Annie and Nat tried not to laugh while Lily explained her theory, which Chance was interested to hear. “Most ladies talk like this when they talk to babies.” Lily raised her voice to a feminine, high-pitched tone. “But you talk like this,” she said, deepening her voice.
“I do not sound like a man,” Vivi said in an offended tone of voice.
4. Vivi’s afraid of Chance’s 8lb Yorkie, Princess. Our Yorkie, Bella, was the inspiration for Princess(aka Cujo).
5. Vivi’s not a fan of PDA, but Chance is.
Vivi groaned when he shut off the engine. “No, no way. You can’t come in.”
“I’m just going to check on things, and then I’ll leave.”
“No PDA, and this time I mean it, McBride. It’s unprofessional and winds up Nell, Stella, and Evelyn.” She shuddered.
“You know, Slick, most women like when their man shows them some affection in public.”
“When are you going to realize I’m not most women?”
“You’re a legend in your own mind.”
She snorted. “Says the guy who calls himself Superman.”