Wrapped Up in You
by
Erin Bevan
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Holiday Romance
Sweet Romance/Fantasy
Release Date: November 30, 2016
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Princess Jenny Claus has thirty suitors to choose from to take on the role of Santa and her husband, and only three weeks to do it. When an outsider crashes into and destroys the toy factory, her Gala and the prospect of Christmas for children everywhere are ruined.
Logan Moss awakens from his plane crash, suffering from partial amnesia. Surrounded by a world he always considered make believe, he has a hard time accepting his new surroundings. Except for one snow princess who he’s deeply fascinated with. And when Logan realizes she only has three weeks to pick a husband, he begins to feel compelled to be that man. Problem is, he can’t remember if he has a wife.
With Christmas getting closer, Jenny has to make the hardest decision of her life...duty or love.
She
gazed over the rest of his physique. Broad shoulders strained the stitches of his
suit jacket, and from the looks of his chest, she would be willing to bet he
hit North Pole Fitness on a daily basis. His grin showed snow-white, straight
teeth, and a blush crept up her cheeks at his sparkling, undivided attention.
An
answered prayer. At least God hadn’t taken a vacation day.
Her
eye twitched again. Benigan must have thought she winked at him because his
smile widened, and he twitched his eye back at her as he strolled away. She’d
probably just filled the man with false hope. Then again, his chances seemed
pretty great compared to the others, so maybe she hadn’t. Was this small
flutter in her stomach love? Was this what all the hype was about?
She’d
expected a bolt of lightning to shoot from the sky, something earth shattering
that would flip her whole world on its head to point her in the right
direction. So far, all she got was a flutter…
A
loud BOOM suddenly shook throughout the
cottage walls as the lights flickered overhead.
Okay, that was
definitely earth shattering.
She
sucked in a breath and spun around to glance at her parents. The orchestra
stopped playing while the party
guests ceased their mingling and began speaking in startled cries and hushed
tones.
Her
father stood from his white and gold throne to place his hand on the small of
her back.
“Dad,
what do you think that was?” she whispered. “I don’t know.”
Sirens
wailed in the distance as Peace and Joy, her father’s assistants, ran for the
stage, each pressing a finger to their ear pieces.
“Ladies,
what’s wrong? What’s happening?” her father asked.
“It’s
the toy factory, sir,” Peace replied, nearly breathless.
“The
toy factory? What about the toy factory?” Jenny grabbed her father’s arm and
squeezed.
“A
plane has crashed into it,” Joy answered. “It’s on fire.”
Erin Bevan was born and raised in Southwest Arkansas. She spent her teenage years working for her aunt at the local gas station, flipping burgers and making milkshakes,
dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.
dreaming of the day when something better would come her way.
Fast forward ten years later, she found herself stuck inside an apartment in South
Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language, she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.
Korea while her daughter went to preschool and her husband went to work. Alone and unable to speak the local language, she turned to books for a friend. After reading a few hundred in such a short time, she decided to try her hand at writing one.
That first one sucked, but by the fifth and sixth book, Erin started to get the hang of
this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time. She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance.
this writing thing. Getting the first contract in the mail was a dream come true. Now, with three babies at home, she squeezes in stories one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one day at a time. She’s a full time mom, a full time wife, with a little writer sprinkled in whenever she can get the chance.
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