“Kiss you?”
“Kiss me.” Kyle touched his forehead to Alice’s, repeated the incredible words, with his voice so husky it sent shivers across her skin. “Kiss me.”
“That’s—that’s n-not—”
His hands closed around her upper arms. Holding her as if he’d never let go.
She shut her eyes. Her knees were giving out. “You can’t do this. You can’t kiss me.”
“I can.”
“No.” She stared at him—boldly. Perspiration stung her eyes. With a supreme effort she battled back the heady whirl of being admired, sought, wanted. “I couldn’t do that. Company policy, isn’t it? What’s wrong for your staff is wrong for you, too.”
Kyle’s surprise gave her a slim opening. She spun and jammed the key into the lock, then slammed the door behind her without looking back because she wasn’t at all certain that she shouldn’t have kissed him exactly as he’d wanted.
Damn the consequences…
Dear Reader,
Who wouldn’t love to have A Holiday Romance? There’s something magical about the thought of being swept away by romance and adventure while on vacation from your everyday world. What better time to have a fantasy come true?
A Holiday Romance is the companion book to last year’s Nobody’s Hero, which was the story of the man who stayed at Alice Potter’s island cottage. This time, Alice gets her turn at a luxury Arizona resort. After years of putting her dreams on hold in order to give to others, Alice is determined to finally find her own adventures, even if that means stepping out of her comfort zone and into a desert monsoon. Along the way she also lands a romantic hero. Maybe even two of them!
On holiday, almost anything can happen….
XOXO,
Carrie Alexander
P.S. To see more of Alice’s postcards home, visit me on the Web at www.carriealexander.com, where you can also find my backlist, drop me a line and perhaps enter for my latest giveaway.
A Holiday Romance
Carrie Alexander
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Carrie Alexander considers every book she reads a mini-vacation, although she admits that writing them is not! A prolific author and two-time RITA® Award finalist, Carrie lives year-round in her own vacation wonderland in the north country of Upper Michigan. Between deadlines and home improvement projects, she sometimes gets to enjoy it.
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CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER ONE
A N EXPERIENCED traveler would have known better.
Alice Potter scolded herself as she trekked up the wide stone steps of the grand hotel, panting and perspiring copiously even though the temperature had dropped since her arrival that afternoon. The walk from her quarters to the center of the resort had been longer and hotter than she’d expected.
July in Arizona! Most people—the smart ones—had fled north for the season. What had she been thinking?
The answer was simple. She’d been desperate to get far away from Maine. To a land of cactus and sunshine, where she could lose her old self like a snake shedding its skin. She’d expected that she would be someone different in Arizona. Someone unapologetically alive.
She licked her salty upper lip. “Bi-i-ig mistake.”
But was it?
“Ma’am?” prompted the doorman, a clean-cut fellow with apparently no sweat glands beneath his peaked cap and starched white coat. He’d opened the immense double doors, hand-carved slabs of wood inset with grids of glass framed by rustic black iron.
Alice thanked him and stepped inside.
The spacious lobby was an intimidating dazzle of light and activity. She paused to swipe a hand across her forehead, wishing she’d thought to bring a handkerchief. Surreptitiously she rubbed her palm on the flouncy fiesta skirt she’d purchased online. The white cotton eyelet top that exposed her indoor-pale arms and shoulders was already sticking to her skin.
She’d envisioned her arrival differently—a carefree stroll through a cool lobby populated by potted palms and lean, dark, mysterious men. Casablanca glamour by way of Phoenix luxury resort.
Instead, she was…well, she was still herself.
Nervous, uncertain, alone, and now sweaty, too.
But God bless central air. She sucked in a deep breath, thinking longingly of home. The fresh salt breeze that washed over the island, the cool shade of the sheltering pines. On Osprey Island, they didn’t need air-conditioning, even in summer.
For the past six years of her mother’s illness, Alice had rarely been off the island. Swapping Pine Cone Cottage for a two-week stay at a desert resort condo had been the first whim she’d indulged in in a very long time.
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