Pride & Pranks

When my best friend found out I'd be alone over Christmas, she hooked me up with a week's stay in her family's cabin in Idaho. I was on a publishing deadline for my latest book and was really looking forward to a cozy week by the fire, cuddled up in flannel pajamas with my laptop and hot chocolate. Alone. So, imagine my surprise when I arrived at the cabin during a blizzard and found it already occupied by an all too familiar face and a fine pack of chiseled abs. Even though it had been ten years since I'd last seen Chase, he had no problem picking up exactly where we left off. I had a big problem with it. It didn't matter what he threw at me-the old nickname, the teasing, his charming grin, or even those chiseled abs (did I already mention those?), I refused to let him get to me after...the incident. Nope, not me. I was made of stone. Unfortunately, I'm beginning to understand that when you strike Chase against stone...you get sparks. “A Christmas Spark” is a closed-door romantic comedy full of sizzle, witty banter, and mild, teasing innuendos, but nothing that would make your grandmother blush.

With Kelsey's fiancé in California, she is back home for three months to plan her wedding. She has colors to pick, cows to milk, and a wedding dress to squeeze into, which is why she doesn't need anybody messing with her. Especially not the guy who dedicated his whole life to making hers a joke. The guy who filled her high-school locker with frogs and hot car with cans of tuna. Kelsey always got him back, but not this summer. Things are different now. She's engaged. She's grown up. She won't fall victim to Cade's pranks, teasing, or manly charms. If only Kelsey's dad hadn't hired the moron to cowboy for him this summer. Now her childhood enemy is living on their ranch and seems to think they have a score to settle-and all bets are off. That Fine Line is a closed-door romantic comedy full of heart, sizzle, witty banter, and a couple of Bible swear words, but nothing that would make your grandmother blush.

My best friend's older brother is back in town. Do I care? Not one bit. Logan may have been my childhood crush, but I've always been little Tessa to him. Not to mention, he's turned into a shallow flirt, and I'm not looking to get played again. What's the problem, you ask? (Besides all the flirting.) Thanks to a scheming mutual friend, Logan and I find ourselves embroiled in a bet of absurd proportions. Now, instead of ignoring Logan and keeping my heart safely locked away, we have a date every Saturday night and a kiss looming on the horizon. And the line between us is getting...muddy. As long as Logan stays the shallow flirt, I'll be fine. My heart is safe from the player. It's the man underneath giving me a run for my money.