After spending her formative years on a farm in Oregon, hopeless romantic Shanna Hatfield turns her rural experiences into sweet historical and contemporary romances filled with sarcasm, humor, and hunky heroes. When this USA Today bestselling author isn't writing or covertly stockpiling decadent chocolate, Shanna hangs out with her beloved husband, Captain Cavedweller.
Untangling Christmas
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- ISBN978-1-370-52629-1
- EAN9781370526291
- Date de parution17/10/2017
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- ÉditeurEditeurs divers USA
Résumé
When did the holidays become such a tangled mess?Can a quirky woman help this Scrooge get his jolly back?Tricked into helping with Silverton's Festival of Trees, electrician Mike Clarke battles faulty outlets, tangled lights, and a woman determined to share the spirit of the season. Taylor Taggart doesn't care what anyone thinks of her and her wacky, optimistic way of viewing life. Then she meets an electrician in need of a good dose of Christmas cheer and a second chance at love.*****Mike didn't let him finish before he snapped, "I don't think she's pretty.
She looks like a flame-headed freak dressed for a frat house costume party." Although he spoke in a low tone he assumed no one but Brock would hear, his voice carried in the cavernous building. The woman stopped a few feet away and boldly stared at Mike. "Flame-headed freak?" Her left eyebrow crept upward as her gaze traveled from his scuffed work boots to the shaggy dark hair on his head. "Surely even a cavedweller like you can come up with something more creative than that."
She looks like a flame-headed freak dressed for a frat house costume party." Although he spoke in a low tone he assumed no one but Brock would hear, his voice carried in the cavernous building. The woman stopped a few feet away and boldly stared at Mike. "Flame-headed freak?" Her left eyebrow crept upward as her gaze traveled from his scuffed work boots to the shaggy dark hair on his head. "Surely even a cavedweller like you can come up with something more creative than that."














