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Christmas Eve by Flame Arden


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In a blinding snowstorm on Christmas Eve, the jaded owner of a posh Las Vegas casino mistakes the stranded real estate agent at his door for the classy call girl scheduled to heat up his holiday.

Passions ignite.

Eve has learned men bed her as a direct route to her wealth. Nick's female companions always want the keys to his Ferrari and his safety deposit box, never to his heart, so he distrusts the entire lot and expects to simply walk away unscathed when his brief time with Eve ends.

Neither expects to give marriage a try, but hearts have a way of going where cautious souls refuse, and after six days and nights of screw-your-heads-off sex, Nick and Eve discover that without love their former lives were empty shells.




Straightening the lapels of his hip-length robe, Nick crossed to the door. Beneath the robe, black silk pajama pants provided minimal warmth but kept him decent.

"I'm sorry to disturb you," the statuesque woman on his porch said with a bright smile, "but I've done something really stupid and wondered if you—"

"Don't just stand there." Nick opened the door wider, anxious to see what his credit card had purchased this time. "Come in."

"Thanks." After a slight hesitation, the woman stepped gracefully inside. Ice crystals clung to the fine wool scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, and to her stylish boots. She was all bundled up in a long coat, but Nick's mind's eye had no difficulty sketching what he hoped was hidden underneath.

The lady wore far too many clothes.

"I'm afraid my boots are wet." She glanced first at him. His welcoming smile seemed to stun her. She stared at her boots. "Where would you like me to stand?"

"By the fire." Nick indicated the hearth. "You look frozen." Although in need of a woman, he had no desire to bed an icicle. He wasn't that desperate. Yet.

She crossed the room at a slow pace, her fluid movements an aphrodisiac to him, although each tentative step left behind a patch of melting ice. Sex-deprived man that he was, his living room suddenly felt too warm. Things were looking up.

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  1. Manic Readers 5 Star Review

    Posted by on 31st Dec 2012

    Well, you shouldn’t be read Christmas Eve alone on Christmas Eve, if you can help it, because it’s so hot, you’ll burn the house down! Flame is a new author to me, but I can’t help thinking I know the style, so maybe she writes under another name as well. It’s super nova hot, sexy, erotic, evocative, and sweet, all at the same time. You will love it, I promise.

    Nick is holed up in his mountain hideaway near Las Vegas, waiting for his paid companion for Christmas Eve to show up. When a realtor listing the house next door runs her classic car off the road and shows up on Nick’s doorstep, can he be blamed for thinking she is his high priced call girl? However, the magnetism between the two causes Eve to fall into Nick’s bed as well as his heart.

    Both of them labor under misconceptions about love and are reluctant to commit for some of the same reasons, but their lonely backgrounds also play a part. When Eve is forced to take Nick to the hospital, and she learns his misconception of her, she retreats to nurse her broken heart, but Nick has changed his mind about life, love and the pursuit of happiness. Can Eve do any different?

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