Praise for JILL SORENSON
“With Jill Sorenson, you are guaranteed a dangerously addictive, gut-wrenchingly tight paced read.”
—New York Times bestselling author Stephanie Tyler
“Sorenson’s sleek sensuality and fresh new voice are sure to score big with readers.”
—New York Times bestselling author Cindy Gerard
“This heartwarming adventure story has an unusual setting and perfect details, making it one of the best books of the year.” —RT BOOKReviews on Stranded with Her Ex (4.5 stars Top Pick)
“Buy this book. I LOVED it.” –New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks on Tempted by Her Target
Praise for JENNIFER MOREY
“Great characterization and a thrilling plot make this a must-read book.”
—RT BOOKReviews on Special Ops Affair
“The story starts with strong emotion and the action is fast throughout…. This is a heartwarming book.”
—RT BOOKReviews on Librarian’s Secret Scandal
“Morey is an experienced writer who easily picks up the threads of the Colton family with imaginative and fairly true to life characters.”
—TheRomanceReader.com on Librarian’s Secret Scandal
JILL SORENSON writes sexy romantic suspense. Her books have appeared in Cosmopolitan magazine.
After earning a degree in literature and a bilingual teaching credential from California State University, she decided teaching wasn’t her cup of tea. She started writing one day while her firstborn was taking a nap and hasn’t stopped since. She lives in San Diego with her husband and two young daughters.
JENNIFER MOREY Two-time 2009 RITA® Award nominee and a Golden Quill winner for Best First Book for The Secret Soldier, Jennifer Morey writes contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Project manager du jour, she works for the space systems segment of a satellite imagery and information company and lives in sunny Denver, Colorado. She can be reached through her website, www.jennifermorey.com, and on Facebook.
Risky Christmas
Holiday Secrets
Jill Sorenson
Kidnapped at Christmas
Jennifer Morey
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Contents
Holiday Secrets
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Kidnapped at Christmas
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Holiday Secrets
Jill Sorenson
For my daughters
Chapter 1
Brian adjusted the red stocking cap, trying to cover his dark brown hair.
He’d bought the costume on a whim a few years ago with the intention to play Santa for his sister’s children. Due to unfortunate circumstances, it had never been used. The cheap red suit came with an itchy white beard, but no wig. His own black rubber boots, which he used to wade through concrete, completed the look.
Leaving the hat askew, he stepped back and studied his reflection. He needed a haircut. His costume was “one size fits all” and poorly made. The fuzzy white cuffs of the jacket didn’t reach his wrists, the pants were too baggy, and the black plastic belt gaped at his waist. He looked like Homeless Santa.
He grabbed a pillow from the mattress on the floor and stuffed it under his jacket, fashioning a jolly paunch. There, that was better. As he headed outside, he picked up the bag of gifts and put the Dear Santa letter in his front pocket.
At 9:00 a.m., the sun was already blazing. It was going to be a hot Christmas in Oceanside, California. There wasn’t a cloud in the perfect blue sky. Brian had spent most of the morning on his surfboard, and the waves were in fine form. He might go back later for an afternoon session.
His pulse kicked up a notch as he approached the house next door. He hardly knew his neighbors and wasn’t sure what they would think of his getup. The single mom who lived there had never even spoken to him, and her daughters were quiet as mice.
If the girls hadn’t left a letter in Brian’s mailbox last week, he wouldn’t have considered buying them gifts. When he found the envelope, addressed to the North Pole, he’d opened it to investigate. At first he’d assumed that the girls had mistaken his mailbox for their own, because the two were side by side. Then he read the letter and realized that they
