Hot Christmas Kisses. Joss Wood

      

      “You’re my escape. Just a temporary indulgence.”

      But Christmas has a way of changing things...

      On and then off again, Matt Edwards and DJ Winston share hot sex, hotel rooms—and nothing else. But now Matt is suddenly in DJ’s real life, where she’s not sentimental about anything—not her lovers or the holidays. Just one hot kiss has them back in bed... Will Christmas magic turn their fantasy into forever?

      JOSS WOOD loves books and traveling—especially to the wild places of Southern Africa and, well, anywhere. She’s a wife, a mum to two teenagers and slave to two cats. After a career in local economic development, she now writes full-time. Joss is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of South Africa.

       Also by Joss Wood

       Convenient Cinderella BrideThe Nanny ProposalHis Ex’s Well-Kept SecretOne Night to ForeverThe CEO’s Nanny AffairLittle Secrets: Unexpectedly PregnantFriendship on Fire

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      Hot Christmas Kisses

      Joss Wood

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-07683-8

      HOT CHRISTMAS KISSES

      © 2018 Joss Wood

      Published in Great Britain 2018

      by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

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      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       About the Author

       Booklist

       Title Page

       Copyright

       Prologue

       One

       Two

       Three

       Four

       Five

       Six

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Epilogue

       Extract

       About the Publisher

Prologue

      Christmas, the year before

      In a rural part of Devon, three thousand miles from her home in Boston, Massachusetts, DJ Winston smoothed her hands over the maroon-and-silver dress and turned to face her computer screen.

      Her two best friends, twins Darby and Jules Brogan, lounged on Jules’s couch in her office back in Massachusetts, coffee cups on the table in front of them. As was their custom, they’d shortly be closing their business for the Christmas break, ending the year by treating their staff to lunch.

      “Send everybody my love and tell them I hope they have a lovely minivacation.”

      DJ ignored Darby rolling her eyes at DJ’s inability to wish anyone a merry Christmas. She tried, she really did, but the words always got stuck in her throat. Merry Christmas! Happy holidays! Ho, ho, ho...nope, she couldn’t do it. She could talk interest rates and contract terms, equity and cash flow, but she stuttered and stammered her way through December. The festive—hah!—season made her feel like she was eight again, alone, frightened and wondering why neither of her parents loved her.

      DJ knew the twins would like to discuss her antipathy toward Christmas, but it was, like so many other subjects, off-limits.

      DJ adored