There's always lots going on leading up to the big day, especially in the Town of Christmas, Colorado.
- 1. The Penalty Box. The bachelor party is held at the Penalty Box.
- 2. The bachelorette party. The bachelorette party is typically hosted by one of the
bridesmaids. In WEDDING BELLS IN CHRISTMAS, at Nell McBride and
urging, the women break with tradition and end up at a biker bar.
- 3. Nell Mcbride's "help." It wouldn't be a wedding in Christmas without Nell McBride's
the whole town involved by asking them to pick the wedding cake on the town's facebook page. The
Superman and Lois
cake received the most votes, but was vetoed by the bride-to-be. Grace Flaherty, owner of the Sugar Plum
baker of choice for the brides of Christmas.
- 4. Autumn Dane's Sugar and Spice. For wedding favors, the citizens of Christmas look no
Autumn Dane. She owns Sugar and Spice and created special chocolates for the couple in this book.
- 5. A song from Annie McBride. Having Annie McBride, Gage and Madison's daughter, sing at the
a tradition. In WEDDING BELLS IN CHRISTMAS,
begin singing Train's "Marry Me" when Nell McBride jumps to her feet and says, "Stop the wedding!
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Wedding bells are ringing in the charming town of Christmas, but not for Vivian Westfield. She's just
trampled under the cowboy boots of Chance McBride and lost her dream job at a big-city newspaper. But
for a wedding, she stumbles on a story that could resurrect her career. First, though, she'll have to
handsome man standing in her way . . . and a still-burning flame that's too hot to ignore.
Chance recognizes trouble when he sees it. He just didn't expect to find it in the first-class cabin on
for his father's wedding. Yet there she is, as gorgeous as ever. Vivi dared Chance to want things he
knew he could
have. It's why he left her. But Christmas's meddling matchmakers have them firmly in their sights. So if
survive the next week, they'll have to play the part of an adoring couple-an irresistible charade that
second chance at the real thing . . .
His eyes narrowed, and he let go of her hand. â€śYou buy your own ticket?â€ť
â€śMy plane ticket?â€ť
â€śNo, if I did, I wouldnâ€™t be sitting in first class.â€ť She didnâ€™t add â€śbeside you.â€ť Her eyes widened as
heâ€™d ask. â€śDid you buy yours?â€ť
â€śNo,â€ť he clipped out.
She pressed her fingers to her temple. So this was what Skye had been talking about. Nellâ€™s plan had
nothing to do
getting Vivi to move to Christmas. She was up to her matchmaking tricks again. Vivi drowned out the
head that cheered Nell on with a forced laugh. â€śYour aunt is deluded if she thinks she can get us
â€śI know that and you know that, but it wonâ€™t matter what we say.â€ť
His answer wasnâ€™t a surprise. She knew how he felt about her, but to hear him so casually dismiss any
chance . . .
God, she really wasnâ€™t over him, was she?
Obviously the twinge of pain in the vicinity of her heart was reflected in her face, because he patted
worry about it. Iâ€™ll figure something out.â€ť
â€śGood luck with that. Sheâ€™s three for three. The woman thinks sheâ€™s . . .â€ť She trailed off as the flight
the safety briefing. â€śThree for three? Whoâ€”â€ť
She held up a hand and retrieved the illustrated card from the pouch in front of her. She caught the
on Chanceâ€™s face as he watched her. She ignored him, focusing instead on the flight attendant. When the
the person in the emergency exit seat, Vivi raised herself up as much as the seat belt allowed. â€śThere
is no way
guy will be able to throw the door.â€ť She cast a sidelong and slightly covetous glance at Chanceâ€™s corded
bulging biceps. â€śYou should change seats with him.â€ť
â€śSlick, weâ€™re not going to crash. If you want to worry about something, worry about Nell and what she
Vivi dragged her gaze from his amazing biceps to . . . dammit, his equally amazing face. His eyebrows
belatedly realized had been her very thorough perusal of all his amazingness. Her face, along with a
one that had been piteously ignored for the last eighteen monthsâ€”got warm and tingly. She fanned herself
informational card, then realized what she was doing. She stuffed it back in the pouch. â€śLeave Nell to
her and set her straight,â€ť she said with perhaps more feeling than was warranted.
â€śTrust me, I know my aunt better than you do, and trying to reason with her will do as much good as
waving a red
front of a bull.â€ť
â€śSo what do you suggest we do?â€ť
â€śSimple. Weâ€™ll tell her weâ€™re together, and sheâ€™ll leave us alone.â€ť
Her and Chance . . . together. It was like her fantasy come true. Only it wasnâ€™t. She cleared what she
look of longing and hope from her face. â€śAre you crazy?â€ť
â€śNo. Think about it. If we donâ€™t cut her off at the pass, sheâ€™ll drive us nuts. She wonâ€™t let up, and
buddies in on the action. Whatâ€™s the big deal? Itâ€™s only for a week. And itâ€™s not as if anyone will
expect us to
much time together. Iâ€™ll be busy with my dadâ€™s wedding.â€ť
Vivi didnâ€™t think Nell and Christmasâ€™s matchmakers were that big a problem. Sure, theyâ€™d be annoying and
them slightly insane. But pretending to be Chanceâ€™s girlfriend? That would be a problem. All those soft,
feelings would come back to bite her in the butt. She opened her mouth to . . . What? If she didnâ€™t
agree to his
heâ€™d wonder why. He obviously had no qualms about pretending to be in love with her. She felt like
the seat in front of her, but instead said, â€śOkay, fine. Weâ€™ll pretend weâ€™re dating. But we end our fake
before we head out of town. Publicly. And this time, Iâ€™m the one who does the ending.â€ť Good God, did she
It was exactly what she wanted to do, but she didnâ€™t mean to tell him! And sheâ€™d been doing so well
He rubbed his jaw, then looked at her. And thatâ€™s when she saw itâ€”pity. He felt sorry for her. â€śVivi, I
hurt you. Iâ€”â€ť
â€śHurt me? Whatever gave you that idea? Come on, itâ€™s not like we had a relationship or anything. We had
together, good times in bed, andâ€”â€ť
His brow lifted. â€śGood times in bed?â€ť
Typical. Of course heâ€™d hone in on that. Did he actually expect her to stroke his ego after heâ€™d
left her without an explanation? As if she were going to tell him he was a sex god and had ruined her
â€śYeah, good times. It was fun while it lasted. But I knew what I was getting myself into. I might
your real name, but it was obvious you were a player.â€ť
â€śI am not a player.â€ť
â€śRight. And your nameâ€™s James Harris.â€ť
â€śLook, I couldnâ€™t risk blowing my cover. My assignment was dangerous. I didnâ€™t want you to getâ€”â€ť
â€śIt doesnâ€™t matter. No harm, no foul. Iâ€™ll go along with your plan.â€ť
His eyes roamed her face, then he nodded. â€śIf itâ€™ll make you feel better, you can break up with me in
front of the
damn town for all I care.â€ť
â€śConsider it a public service for the trail of broken hearts youâ€™ve left in your wake.â€ť
â€śYou saying I broke your heart, Slick?â€ť His voice was low and gruff, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.
â€śGet over yourself, McBride. I already told you . . .â€ť
Vivi eyes widened as the 757 started to shake. She dug her fingernails into the armrest. Oh, God, oh,
the plane took a stomach-turning drop, she screamed, throwing herself into the arms of the man she
wanted to smack
a few seconds ago. â€śDo something! Youâ€”â€ť
He sighed, lowering his head to smother her panicked cries with a deep, soul-searing kiss.
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