Kiss Me At Christmas: Marry Me at Christmas. Сьюзен Мэллери

      —Booklist

      “Mallery infuses her story with eccentricity, gentle humour, and small-town shenanigans.”

      —Publishers Weekly on Summer Days

      Also by Susan Mallery

      Blackberry Island

      Evening Stars

      Three Sisters

      Barefoot Season

      Mischief Bay

      The Friends We Keep

      The Girls of Mischief Bay

      A Million Little Things

      Daughters of the Bride

      Fool’s Gold

      Best of My Love

      Marry Me at Christmas

      Thrill Me

      Kiss Me

      Hold Me

      Until We Touch

      Before We Kiss

      When We Met

      Christmas on 4th Street

      Three Little Words

      Two of a Kind

      Just One Kiss

      A Fool’s Gold Christmas

      All Summer Long

      Summer Nights

      Summer Days

      Only His

      Only Yours

      Only Mine

      Finding Perfect

      Almost Perfect

      Chasing Perfect

      To see the complete list of titles available from Susan Mallery, please visit www.SusanMallery.com.

      New York Times bestselling author SUSAN MALLERY has won the hearts of millions of readers around the world with books described as ‘immensely entertaining, intensely emotional’ (RT Book Reviews), ‘hilarious’ (Fort Worth Star-Telegram) and ‘heartwarming’ (Publishers Weekly). While she deeply appreciates the accolades of critics and booksellers, Mallery is even more honoured by the enthusiasm of her readers and the word of mouth that catapults her towards the top of the bestseller lists time and again.

      Mallery lives in not-so-sunny Seattle with her husband and a toy poodle who makes her laugh every day and who’s not even a little bit impressed by her growing fame. Visit Susan online at www.susanmallery.com.

      I’m one of the luckiest authors in the world. Seriously, I have the best readers anywhere. This book is dedicated to the delightful, creative and fun Kim V.R. I’m thrilled that your girls’ week friends, radiation friends and Inez got you addicted to romance, and I adored meeting you.

      And…

      To reader Paula B., who asked that this book be “dedicated to my son Tom B. for making my dream come true.”

       ONE

      “DO THEY KNOW THEY LOOK like pumpkins?”

      Madeline Krug appreciated that Rosalind asked the question very softly. One of the first rules of running a successful wedding gown store was to not insult the bride or her wedding party. And while she normally would have mentioned that to her assistant, in this case the question was kind of legitimate.

      It wasn’t just the very full skirt on the bridesmaids’ dresses. A billowing that was oddly, well, pumpkin shaped. It wasn’t the colors, which ranged from tangerine to coral to, um, pumpkin. But when those two elements were put together with a pale green crown of leaves and tiny flowers on each of their six heads, the overall effect was just a little…pumpkiny.

      “The bride told me this is exactly what she wanted,” Madeline murmured. “That she’s been dreaming about her wedding since she was a little girl and these are the dresses she pictured. She was thrilled we could find them.”

      Madeline smiled at her assistant. “Every bride has a perfect dress and a vision for what she wants her wedding party to look like. Our job is to find out what that dream is and make it come true.”

      Rosalind looked doubtful, but nodded, as if taking mental notes.

      The fortysomething brunette had been working at Paper Moon for about a month now. With her kids all in middle and high school, she’d wanted to return to the workforce. Madeline needed someone she could depend on and Rosalind came with good references. So far, they were doing well as a team, although Rosalind still found the various bridal idiosyncrasies surprising.

      Madeline returned her attention to the wedding party. She double-checked the fit of each dress, confirmed the bride was giddy with happiness, then promised a final pressing before the dresses were picked up the Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Because the, um, pumpkin wedding was the Saturday after the holiday.

      By three o’clock the bridal party had left. Madeline retreated to her office to finish up some paperwork. After processing invoices, confirming a couple of deliveries and noting when her favorite bridal designer’s new summer collection would be available, she leaned back in her chair and allowed herself a rare moment of contentment.

      She loved her job. She wasn’t saving the world or finding a new source of renewable energy—but in her own small way, she helped people be happy. Brides came in all shapes, sizes and temperaments, but for the most part, she loved each one of them. She loved the look on their faces when they found the right dress. The happy tears were so satisfying.

      Sure there was drama, but she could handle a little drama. It kept things interesting. And when the drama was over and the bride emailed her a picture of herself on the big day, well, nothing was sweeter.

      She was just plain lucky, she thought. If not in love, then certainly in every other part of her life. Because—

      “Hello, Madeline.”

      Two simple words spoken in a kind voice. That should have been fine. Or even nice. Instead, Madeline stared at the well-dressed woman standing in the doorway of her office and knew that her life was about to change. She couldn’t say how or why, but as surely as the sun would rise in the east, when Mayor Marsha Tilson showed up looking slightly expectant, things happened.

      “Ma’am,” Madeline said, instantly coming to her feet. Because that was how she’d been raised. You stood when an older person came in the room.

      Mayor Marsha had been the mayor of Fool’s Gold for longer than Madeline had been alive. She was, in fact, California’s longest serving mayor. She was much loved, warm, caring and had a way of knowing things that no one had ever been able to explain. Madeline had always liked her. She found her a little scary, but she liked her.

      “Do you have a minute?” the mayor asked, already walking into the small office and taking a seat.

      “Of course.”

      Madeline was a little relieved when Dellina Ridge, Fool’s Gold’s event planner, followed the mayor into her office and offered a reassuring smile. Dellina was a good friend. If something bad was about to happen, not only would Dellina have warned her but she would have offered moral support and brownies.

      “As you know,” Mayor Marsha began when they were all seated, “the holidays are a busy time here in town.”

      Madeline nodded. Fool’s Gold loved to celebrate in every way possible. From mid-November until after