A Marine For Christmas

a-marine-for-christmasA MARINE FOR CHRISTMAS

Book One in The Diamond Dust Trilogy

Harlequin Superromance – November 2010

ISBN: 978-0-373-71670-8

It’s a wonderful life…?

Growing up in her perfect sister’s shadow wasn’t easy. Especially because JC Montgomery had been in love with Liz’s boyfriend for as long as she could remember. Brady Sheppard, a a guy who thought of her as only the kid sister. But that all changed when Liz married somebody else and Brady ended up in bed with JC! It was like a dream come true.

Except now JC’s pregnant. And Brady’s a wounded marine, so it’s going to be difficult for him to get down on one knee and tell her she’s his reason for living…But he will. Because she still believes in Santa Claus.


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J.C. stopped doing her victory dance when Brady’s hands tightened on her hips as she pressed her mouth against his. There she went again, throwing caution aside and letting her spontaneity get the better of her. She’d meant for it to be nothing more than a celebratory kiss. Light and fun. To express her gratitude—and relief.

But as soon as her mouth touched Brady’s she knew it could never be any of those things. Not when her heart stuttered at the feel of his lips against hers. Not when warning bells were clanging in her head.

Not when fixing things with Liz meant she had to stay away from him.

She fell back on her heels.

You just charge forward, not caring about anything except what you want.

No. Not anymore.

“Don’t take that the wrong way,” she warned him in a raspy whisper.

His eyes hooded, he studied her. “How should I take it?”

She shivered. And realized she was still touching him, still cupped his face.

She dropped her hands and stepped back. But she could feel the scratchiness of his beard on her palms. “It’s been a tough week and I’m…grateful…and…” And she was babbling like an idiot. She held her breath for the count of five. “I’m happy. That’s all.”

“Do you kiss a man every time you’re happy?”

“Every chance I get,” she assured him soberly. “You should’ve seen the lip lock I laid on Marty Boyd last month when he told me my car passed its inspection.”

“That impressive, huh?”

“Well, I hate to brag, but it was enough of a kiss that I’m pretty sure he thinks we’re engaged now.”

And then, to her amazement, Brady smiled. Disheveled, miserable and, if she wasn’t mistaken, broken Brady Sheppard smiled. At her. It didn’t last long and for a moment, it seemed as if even that small bit of happiness pained him but still, what else could she do but smile back?