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
Sophia Dane's
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
involvement. She
gets
the whole town involved by asking them to pick the wedding cake on the town's facebook page. The
Superman and Lois
Lane
cake received the most votes, but was vetoed by the bride-to-be. Grace Flaherty, owner of the Sugar Plum
Bakery,
is
the
baker of choice for the brides of Christmas.
- 4. Autumn Dane's Sugar and Spice. For wedding favors, the citizens of Christmas look no
further
than
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
wedding has
become
a tradition. In WEDDING BELLS IN CHRISTMAS,
Annie's about
to
begin singing Train's "Marry Me" when Nell McBride jumps to her feet and says, "Stop the wedding!
Stop the
music!"
You'll have to read Wedding Bells in Christmas to find out why!
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Debbie Mason is the bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series. Her books have been praised
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"likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical
paranormals as
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Wedding bells are ringing in the charming town of Christmas, but not for Vivian Westfield. She's just
had her
heart
trampled under the cowboy boots of Chance McBride and lost her dream job at a big-city newspaper. But
when she
returns
for a wedding, she stumbles on a story that could resurrect her career. First, though, she'll have to
deal with
the
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
the flight
home
for his father's wedding. Yet there she is, as gorgeous as ever. Vivi dared Chance to want things he
knew he could
never
have. It's why he left her. But Christmas's meddling matchmakers have them firmly in their sights. So if
they want
to
survive the next week, they'll have to play the part of an adoring couple-an irresistible charade that
may give
them
a
second chance at the real thing . . .
His eyes narrowed, and he let go of her hand. “You buy your own ticket?”
“My plane ticket?”
He nodded.
“No, if I did, I wouldn’t be sitting in first class.” She didn’t add “beside you.” Her eyes widened as
she
realized
why
he’d ask. “Did you buy yours?”
“No,” he clipped out.
She pressed her fingers to her temple. So this was what Skye had been talking about. Nell’s plan had
nothing to do
with
getting Vivi to move to Christmas. She was up to her matchmaking tricks again. Vivi drowned out the
little voice
in
her
head that cheered Nell on with a forced laugh. “Your aunt is deluded if she thinks she can get us
together.”
“I know that and you know that, but it won’t matter what we say.”
His answer wasn’t a surprise. She knew how he felt about her, but to hear him so casually dismiss any
chance . . .
Good
God, she really wasn’t over him, was she?
Obviously the twinge of pain in the vicinity of her heart was reflected in her face, because he patted
her thigh.
“Don’t
worry about it. I’ll figure something out.”
“Good luck with that. She’s three for three. The woman thinks she’s . . .” She trailed off as the flight
attendant
began
the safety briefing. “Three for three? Who—”
She held up a hand and retrieved the illustrated card from the pouch in front of her. She caught the
amused
expression
on Chance’s face as he watched her. She ignored him, focusing instead on the flight attendant. When the
woman
turned
to
the person in the emergency exit seat, Vivi raised herself up as much as the seat belt allowed. “There
is no way
that
guy will be able to throw the door.” She cast a sidelong and slightly covetous glance at Chance’s corded
forearms
and
bulging biceps. “You should change seats with him.”
“Slick, we’re not going to crash. If you want to worry about something, worry about Nell and what she
has planned
for
us.”
Vivi dragged her gaze from his amazing biceps to . . . dammit, his equally amazing face. His eyebrows
raised at
what
she
belatedly realized had been her very thorough perusal of all his amazingness. Her face, along with a
certain body
part—
one that had been piteously ignored for the last eighteen months—got warm and tingly. She fanned herself
with the
informational card, then realized what she was doing. She stuffed it back in the pouch. “Leave Nell to
me. I’ll
talk
to
her and set her straight,” she said with perhaps more feeling than was warranted.
“Trust me, I know my aunt better than you do, and trying to reason with her will do as much good as
waving a red
flag
in
front of a bull.”
“So what do you suggest we do?”
“Simple. We’ll tell her we’re together, and she’ll leave us alone.”
Her and Chance . . . together. It was like her fantasy come true. Only it wasn’t. She cleared what she
imagined
was a
look of longing and hope from her face. “Are you crazy?”
“No. Think about it. If we don’t cut her off at the pass, she’ll drive us nuts. She won’t let up, and
she’ll get
her
buddies in on the action. What’s the big deal? It’s only for a week. And it’s not as if anyone will
expect us to
spend
much time together. I’ll be busy with my dad’s wedding.”
Vivi didn’t think Nell and Christmas’s matchmakers were that big a problem. Sure, they’d be annoying and
no doubt
drive
them slightly insane. But pretending to be Chance’s girlfriend? That would be a problem. All those soft,
romantic
feelings would come back to bite her in the butt. She opened her mouth to . . . What? If she didn’t
agree to his
plan,
he’d wonder why. He obviously had no qualms about pretending to be in love with her. She felt like
bonking her
head
on
the seat in front of her, but instead said, “Okay, fine. We’ll pretend we’re dating. But we end our fake
relationship
before we head out of town. Publicly. And this time, I’m the one who does the ending.” Good God, did she
just say
that?
It was exactly what she wanted to do, but she didn’t mean to tell him! And she’d been doing so well
playing it
cool
up
until now.
He rubbed his jaw, then looked at her. And that’s when she saw it—pity. He felt sorry for her. “Vivi, I
never
meant
to
hurt you. I—”
“Hurt me? Whatever gave you that idea? Come on, it’s not like we had a relationship or anything. We had
some
laughs
together, good times in bed, and—”
His brow lifted. “Good times in bed?”
Typical. Of course he’d hone in on that. Did he actually expect her to stroke his ego after he’d
lied to
her
and
left her without an explanation? As if she were going to tell him he was a sex god and had ruined her
for mere
mortal
men.
“Yeah, good times. It was fun while it lasted. But I knew what I was getting myself into. I might
not have
known
your real name, but it was obvious you were a player.”
“I am not a player.”
“Right. And your name’s James Harris.”
“Look, I couldn’t risk blowing my cover. My assignment was dangerous. I didn’t want you to get—”
“It doesn’t matter. No harm, no foul. I’ll go along with your plan.”
His eyes roamed her face, then he nodded. “If it’ll make you feel better, you can break up with me in
front of the
whole
damn town for all I care.”
“Consider it a public service for the trail of broken hearts you’ve left in your wake.”
“You saying I broke your heart, Slick?” His voice was low and gruff, an unreadable emotion in his eyes.
“Get over yourself, McBride. I already told you . . .”
Vivi eyes widened as the 757 started to shake. She dug her fingernails into the armrest. Oh, God, oh,
God.
When
the plane took a stomach-turning drop, she screamed, throwing herself into the arms of the man she
wanted to smack
only
a few seconds ago. “Do something! You—”
He sighed, lowering his head to smother her panicked cries with a deep, soul-searing kiss.
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