A teaser from one of my Christmas novellas: A TUSCAN CHRISTMAS Gritting her teeth she resumed typing. Ingratitude for her job must not cloud Christmas Eve. Peace on Earth, goodwill to men and all that. If Marco Philippi is a man and not a machine like his cars. Good-looking, if she went for the stern, granite-jaw, steely-eyed type. She didn’t. Blue eyes were her downfall. Jackson’s blue eyes were the reason she’d run all the way across the world. Blue, lying eyes. Why hadn’t she changed her preference to brown or green by now? Even Marco Philippi’s silver grey eyes would be preferable. She checked the last sentence she’d typed and groaned. Now her subconscious was sending her inappropriate messages: Silver grey eyes like stars in the sky. Really? Yes, her boss was handsome and yes, on that car trip to his factory, she’d experienced more than a flutter in parts of her too long untouched. Not that he’d made any move on her, then or later. I don’t want any man making moves on me again. She tapped her nails on her desk. And yet, when he’d politely requested she finish this particular document before the office closed for ten days, she’d been sure he’d been about to ask a different question. Signorina, per favore, I would like to ask you— What do you need, signor? His gaze touched her mouth.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 01:22:48 +0000
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