Wrapped Up in
You
By Erin Bevan
Genre: Contemporary Holiday Fantasy Romance
Princess Jenny
Claus has thirty suitors to choose from to take on the role of Santa and her
husband, and only three weeks to do it. When an outsider crashes into and
destroys the toy factory, her Gala and the prospect of Christmas for children
everywhere are ruined.
Logan Moss
awakens from his plane crash, suffering from partial amnesia. Surrounded by a
world he always considered make believe, he has a hard time accepting his new
surroundings. Except for one snow princess who he’s deeply fascinated with. And
when Logan realizes she only has three weeks to pick a husband, he begins to
feel compelled to be that man. Problem is, he can’t remember if he has a wife.
With Christmas
getting closer, Jenny has to make the hardest decision of her life...duty or love.
She gazed over
the rest of his physique. Broad shoulders strained the stitches of his suit
jacket, and from the looks of his chest, she would be willing to bet he hit
North Pole Fitness on a daily basis. His grin showed snow-white, straight
teeth, and a blush crept up her cheeks at his sparkling, undivided attention.
An answered
prayer. At least God hadn’t taken a vacation day.
Her eye twitched
again. Benigan must have thought she winked at him because his smile widened,
and he twitched his eye back at her as he strolled away. She’d probably just
filled the man with false hope. Then again, his chances seemed pretty great
compared to the others, so maybe she hadn’t. Was this small flutter in her
stomach love? Was this what all the hype was about?
She’d expected a
bolt of lightning to shoot from the sky, something earth shattering that would
flip her whole world on its head to point her in the right direction. So far,
all she got was a flutter…
A loud BOOM suddenly
shook throughout the cottage walls as the lights flickered overhead.
Okay, that was
definitely earth shattering.
She sucked in a
breath and spun around to glance at her parents. The orchestra stopped playing
while the party guests ceased their mingling and began speaking in startled cries
and hushed tones.
Her father stood
from his white and gold throne to place his hand on the small of her back.
“Dad, what do
you think that was?” she whispered. “I don’t know.”
Sirens wailed in
the distance as Peace and Joy, her father’s assistants, ran for the stage, each
pressing a finger to their ear pieces.
“Ladies, what’s
wrong? What’s happening?” her father asked.
“It’s the toy
factory, sir,” Peace replied, nearly breathless.
“The toy
factory? What about the toy factory?” Jenny grabbed her father’s arm and
squeezed.
“A plane has
crashed into it,” Joy answered. “It’s on fire.”
Erin Bevan was
born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for
her aunt at the local gas station flipping burgers and making milkshakes
dreaming of the day when something better would come her way. Fast forward ten
years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South Korea while
her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable
to speak the local language she turned to books for a friend. After reading a
few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.
That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the
hang of this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream
come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at
a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time. She’s a full time mom,
a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the
chance.
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