This cookie is set by GDPR Cookie Consent plugin. These cookies ensure basic functionalities and security features of the website, anonymously. Necessary cookies are absolutely essential for the website to function properly. She learned how to depend only on herself a long time ago.Īvailable to pre-order from Amazon in Kindle Edition – due to be released on 16th August 2022. The only thing Eva Morelli knows for sure is that she wants this baby. Two for the Show (The Hughes Series Book 2) by Skye Warren It will keep the swarming society mothers from throwing their daughters at him.Īnd it will keep Eva’s mother from bothering her about marriage.Īvailable to buy from Amazon in Paperback and Kindle Edition. One for the Money (The Hughes Series Book 1) by Skye WarrenĪ fake relationship is the answer to both their problems. Leading to a surprise visit from Finn Hughes who attempts to charm Eva but she tries to hold herself back from getting involved with another Constantine.Īvailable to buy from Amazon in Paperback Edition or free on Kindle. Which is how she finds herself in the kitchen fixing two thousand mince pies that the caterer got wrong and her mom wants to be fixed. It’s time for the annual Christmas party/gala at the Morelli mansion, Eva once again helps to ensure that everything looks beautiful and goes smoothly. But when things go wrong at Eva’s family gala, he’s the one who comes to her rescue. Billionaire playboy Finn Hughes is nothing but trouble. They are mostly the same, so no need to click again if you’ve already read it.Įva Morelli is the good girl. Of course.This was published in the Meet Me Under the Mistletoe anthology under the title HALLELUJAH. “You’ll send her extra money,” I say softly. “Kind of small, but I guess that’s the way of it. “Some weather,” I say, because I’m as much of a sitting duck as he is. This far away I can’t read them, but I can guess what they say. Brightly colored banners decorate the staid green lawn. On the other side of this river is a college teaming with bright-eyed kids. “Some weather,” he says.Ī sitting duck, but he’s under my protection now. He comes to stand beside me, looking out over the water.
His puffy coat must provide decent warmth, but still he rubs his hands together in his cheap knit gloves. God, he’s a sitting duck if anyone wanted to shoot him. The man who approaches me looks left and right. Any hint of weakness was stamped out of me a long time ago. My heart would stop beating, my lungs would stop breathing before I shivered even once. A million times that I remember with each gust of wind.ĭespite the temperature I have my coat open, my hands on the rail. There are a million places where my body has broken and reformed. The winter air seeps into the cracks of my bones, the seams of my skin.
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