Jingle Bell Bride. Jillian Hart

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      The Best Laid Plans...

      Finishing medical school at the top of her class, Chelsea McKaslin always achieves her goals. Now back home in Sunshine, Wyoming, her Christmas goal is to succeed as a pediatrician. In no way do her plans include Dr. Michael Kramer, despite the fact that he’s everywhere she turns. The standoffish widower keeps his distance from her, as if to protect his adorable daughter and himself. Yet the spirit of the season prevails. Soon Chelsea is bonding with little Macie—and her handsome daddy. Will these three hearts thaw in time for Christmas?

      “Guess this means we’ll be working together.”

      “I guess so.” Chelsea’s chest tied up in all kinds of knots. Was this good news or bad? Her hand shook as she secured the last string of Christmas lights, leaving a good six inches dangling free.

      “I knew Denny was adding a pediatrician to the practice, but I didn’t know it was you,” Michael said.

      “It’s been planned for a long time. Denny was my mom’s doctor.”

      “I understand.” For a moment, his friendly but cool reserve vanished and the understanding she read in the shadows of his gentle gaze made her defenses stumble. He was a good man, and the smallest of wishes flickered to life against her will, wishes for a strong, good man she could count on.

      Not going to happen, she told herself with a twist of regret.

      Not that she wanted the hassle of a relationship, she told herself firmly and wrestled the wish away. She had a plan. No involvements, no romance, no wishing for a love that could not be.

      Her No Man plan.

       About the Author

      JILLIAN HART grew up on her family’s homestead, where she helped raise cattle, rode horses and scribbled stories in her spare time. After earning her English degree from Whitman College, she worked in travel and advertising before selling her first novel. When Jillian isn’t working on her next story, she can be found puttering in her rose garden, curled up with a good book or spending quiet evenings at home with her family.

      Jingle Bell Bride

      Jillian Hart

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      To Chelsea Tripp, DVM, DACVIM

      God is the Lord, and He has given us light.

      —Psalms 118:27

      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 Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Epilogue

       Dear Reader

       Questions for Discussion

       Teaser Chapter

      Chapter One

      Snow tumbled from an unforgiving sky, icy against her cheek as Chelsea McKaslin knelt in the small town’s cemetery. The marker was simple, the white marble hard to read in the falling twilight and the accumulating snow. She swept away the fluffy inches of flakes from the gravestone with her fingertips, her hand-knit crimson mittens a vivid splash of color in a white, gray and dark evening. Ever since her mother had passed on, the world hadn’t seemed as kind or as colorful.

      “Hi, Mom.” She laid pink carnations on the headstone, where the name Jessica Elizabeth McKaslin was etched, beloved wife and mother. “It’s me, Chelsea. I’ve missed coming to see you, but I did what you asked. I finished my residency. I stuck it out. It was tough, the last thing I wanted to do after you were gone, but I did it.”

      More than anything she wished—she prayed—that her mother could hear her. That her words could lift through the airy snowfall and rise up to heaven as if on angels’ wings. Her faith had been tested over the two years of Mom’s sickness and death, but it remained strong. She still believed. Somewhere her mother was looking down at her and smiling. Her love lived on. Maybe it was in the soft brush of snowflakes against Chelsea’s cheek or the whisper behind the wind, so light it was barely audible. She liked to think so.

      “Christmas is not the same without you.”