About The Book:
Find the magic this season.
When Gertie Nichols passed away, her estate was given to her great niece, Molly. After making the long trek from Florida to Vermont with her dog Remy, Molly is caught off guard by the attractive groundskeeper her aunt left in charge. At first her lonely holiday seems to be shaping up to be better than expected—until Nate tells her about the Nichols family legacy and the secret of Christmas Hill.
As sparks fly and magic blossoms right before her eyes, Molly will have to decide whether to take up the mantle her great aunt’s left behind or turn her back on tradition and the man who has quickly garnered space in her heart.
On Christmas Hill is a short story.
Excerpt #1:
“You sound like a kid waiting for Santa.”
“Well, I kind of am, aren’t I?” We got to the barn and he pulled open one of the large doors.
“You’re waiting for Santa, but you’re no little girl.” His eyes ran over my body in a way that made me blush.
“Geez, Nate. You’re going to make the naughty list if you keep that up.”
“Sweetheart, I’m always on the naughty list.” Nate laughed.
Excerpt #2:
Once I was inside, I hung up my helmet on the board where Nate had gotten it from earlier. I turned to go back outside, but ran into a brick wall instead.
Looking up, I realized Nate had followed me. “I really need to stop running into you.”
“I don’t know, I’m getting used to it.” His hand rested on my hip. When his eyes darted down to my mouth, I couldn’t fight the impulse to lick my lips. We stayed frozen for a minute, pressed against each other far longer than was necessary. Maybe it was because I had to look up to see his face, but I was the first to notice the mistletoe. The old lantern hook above my head sprouted green leaves that quickly morphed into a very familiar plant. A red bow attached the plant to the hook and a wave of awe washed through my mind. There was a tinkling sound as it shimmered there above our heads, drawing Nate’s attention.
“Thank you, Christmas Hill.” His words were quiet, almost reverent. Without saying anything else, he pressed his mouth to mine.
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