Full Contact Decorating (paperback)

ISBN Digital: 9781509204731
ISBN Print: 9781509205486
Page Count: 126
Word Count: 27160
Rating: Sensual
MSRP: 11.99

A Holiday in Merryvale Story

Katrina Snodgrass believes she can get her life back on track. If she can regain her title as the Christmas Tree Contest champion and re-snare the  man of her dreams. Too bad soap-opera star, Tripp Anthony, isn’t interested—at least he’s indifferent until Hunter Montgomery arrives and convinces Katrina she needs to make her former flame jealous.
The plan succeeds, but Katrina finds herself equally attracted to Tripp and Hunter, the man she loves to hate. Her heart is torn, but can she truly choose either man while she guards a horrible secret?


To be fair, Tripp had instigated the man love, but she was in no mood to be fair. She started to open the wine she’d purchased, but grabbed the bottle Tripp had bought instead. She fumed as she popped the cork, being careful where she stepped. Wouldn’t do to slip on Caesar dressing again.

Using a paper towel, Katarina hurriedly wiped the floor, pushing the wilted lettuce into a pile close to the door. Now able to get to her sink, she rinsed off the wineglasses—clean, but they’d been in the cabinet for almost a year. Hard to believe she’d once hosted a dinner party every weekend.

Her head throbbed. Whether from the tight chignon or from the constant man talk, she couldn’t say. Katrina set the glasses down and let cold water run over her hands, and then pressed fingers to her temples.

“Need any help?” Hunter’s voice.

Katarina jumped, turning just in time to see him step in the mound of fermenting Caesar salad.

Oh, comfort and joy.

Hunter slipped, but grabbed the counter and righted his tall frame before falling. At least the lummox couldn’t sue her. “No worries. I’m fine.” He flashed that boyish grin other woman probably found endearing. She wanted to punch him in his interfering teeth.

“Do I want to know?” he asked, looking at the fermenting lettuce.

Katarina almost laughed. “You don’t.”

He was already reaching for the paper holder. Two swipes with his large hands and the mess had disappeared. He walked toward her, motioning toward the cabinet beneath the sink with his head. “Trash in there?”

She nodded, opening the door as she stepped aside. Tripp wouldn’t have known that.

Stop comparing him to Tripp. Or vice versa.

“You okay?” he asked.

Odd, but she couldn’t find any sarcasm in his tone. “Why are you here?”

He shrugged. “I thought you wanted your boyfriend here.”

“And you think he wouldn’t have come in for a drink without your presence?” The nerve of the man.

Hunter shrugged again, increasing her stress at not being able to punch him. “I don’t know what you see in the man, but that’s beside the point.”

“And none of your business.”

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