Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Not only did Tyler and I start dating, but he ended up going to Jamaica with me—a place where I’m pretty sure we both fell in love, because from the time we got home, we’ve been inseparable. Three months ago, he finally put his house on the market and moved in here, since he was here all the time. And this morning after we finished setting up our last tree of the hundred we had gotten—our new team of elves helping split up the work—he got down on one knee in the snow and asked me to be his wife.
I thought I would regret anyone knowing I was the Port Huron Santa, but now I realize it was the best thing to ever happen, because when the story went viral, people from around the world reached out, asking how they could help, or saying they were inspired to do the same thing in their towns. Now, there is a little more Christmas magic everywhere.
“I’m starving.” Tyler wraps his arm around my middle while burying his face in my neck, kissing me there.
“Me too.” I turn in his arms and look into his eyes. Jeez, you’d think after a year of him being mine I’d be used to having him so close, but I still get the same nervous butterflies I got the first time he was this near, and I still anticipate the moment his lips will touch mine.
“Love you, Milly.”
“I love you too.” I lean up as he lowers his head, and when our lips meet, my heart sighs.
Yes, there is definitely such thing as Christmas magic.
Ho Ho Holy Hotness by Lani Lynn Vale
Ho ho holy hotness—those were the first words out of Nola’s mouth the first time she saw Soren walk up the length of her driveway. Soren the delivery guy who also happened to be an emergency room doctor, have abs of steel, and delivered a mean package. She knew he was the one from the moment that he gave her his candy cane.
Santa’s Favorite Ho.
-T-shirt
Soren
“What the hell are you doing?”
I looked at my brother.
“Getting ready to go deliver some packages. Why? Are you bitching about the help I’m giving you again?” I wondered.
Johan tilted his head. “I asked for help one time. Per’s been back a week now, and yet you’re still doing his route… why?”
I didn’t really want to tell him why.
In fact, I didn’t have to explain shit to him.
I owned a quarter of this company, I sure as hell could do the damn delivery side of it if I freakin’ wanted to!
“Because Soren’s got a crush on a girl on my delivery route at the crossroads of 443 and 556,” Per announced as he came up behind me.
“How do you know?” Mikael asked as he came up behind us, also dressed in his delivery uniform.
Mikael and Per were young yet. When they’d asked to join in on my and Johan’s adventure a couple of months ago, we’d given them the go-ahead as long as they learned about the company from the ground up like Johan and I had.
When Johan, my twin, and I had started working for Parsons Parcel when we were sixteen, neither one of us had really thought we’d make it our living when we were adults.
In fact, I’d gone on to become a doctor, Johan had gone on to become a psychiatrist.
Yet we were still both entering into this business venture more than we thought we would when we’d signed on that dotted line to buy PP, Inc—yes, that’s really the name.
We’d thought we’d be able to navigate the business from afar.
But the moment that we bought the place, we realized just what, exactly, PP was.
In. Fucking. Trouble.
Meaning that my brother and I had been working a hell of a lot of overtime while we also worked at our regular jobs.
In fact, I’d just come off a twenty-four-hour shift at the hospital.
The last thing I really should be doing was delivering a shit ton of packages during peak Christmas shopping season on three hours of sleep.
But… I wanted to see her.
“Because I followed him. His tracker showed him stopped at a certain house for over twenty minutes last time he delivered for me,” Per admitted. “So I got curious and made sure to accidentally keep a package that was meant for her from him and delivered it the next day. Cute little redhead that has eyes that are the color of grass.”
All eyes turned to me.
“She has a dog,” I hedged. “He’s really cute.”
“Sure, the dog is cute.” Johan rolled his eyes. “Go do your shift, weirdo. And try not to stay there too long. Otherwise, I’ll show up and see what’s keeping you.”
The thing was, he totally would.
“Whatever,” I grumbled, a nervous anticipation starting to course through me at the idea of seeing my favorite delivery location chick again.