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Duets Vol. #89

Just in time for the holidays—a delightful Double Duets from USA TODAY bestselling author Jacqueline Diamond! Christmas and Cinderella are two of the fun themes in the aptly titled Cindy and the Fella and Calling All Glass Slippers. Ms. Diamond never fails to “make your head spin and leave you laughing…” says Rendezvous.

Duets Vol. #90

The celebrations continue with Hitched for the Holidays by well-known writing team Jennifer Drew. This talented duo always “gives readers a top-notch reading experience with vibrant characters…and spicy tension,” says Romantic Times. Rounding out the volume is popular Barbara Dunlop with the quirky A Groom in Her Stocking. Enjoy the fun when Santa delivers not one but two fiancés to the dateless heroine!

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Hitched for the Holidays Hitched for the Holidays

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

A Groom in Her Stocking

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

Eric reached for the box, grabbed a handful and dangled the silvery ribbon in the hollow between her breasts.

“I thought we were decorating the tree, not me,”

Mindy said breathlessly.

“You’re more fun.”

“It itches.” She giggled and tried to remove the tinsel.

“I’ll get it out for you.” He peeled off her sweater and tossed it in the direction of the ornament box.

Uh-oh, she’d forgotten she was wearing a plain cotton bra. It was about as unglamorous as lingerie could get.

“I didn’t dress for this.”

He held one breast in his hand and slowly covered her mouth with his as he caressed her through the cloth.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Stop? As in red lights and no more kissing? She dropped her hands to his butt and squeezed.

“I’ll take that as a go,” he said with a laugh.

Dear Reader,

Who wouldn’t love having someone who could arrange everything perfectly for the holidays? Mindy Ryder is a professional organizer who’s thrown for a Yuletide loop when her neatly ordered life is turned upside down by a visit from her matchmaking father. She’s told him she’s been “seeing” a doctor…and she has been, sort of!

Vet Eric Kincaid is her dog’s doc. Mindy’s relationship with him is not romantic, at least not yet. She persuades Eric to play “Dr. Boyfriend” in return for some organizing help, and before the stockings are filled their agreement heats up!

One of us (Jennifer Drew is the pseudonym of mother and daughter Barbara Andrews and Pam Hanson) is a natural-born organizer. The other keeps buying “how to declutter your life” books and losing them in the debris! We hope you enjoy this mistletoe tale and that all your holidays are merry…and neat!

Happy holidays!

Jennifer Drew

P.S. Drop us a line with your favorite organizing hint! Please send it to P.O. Box 4084, Morgantown, WV 26504.

HARLEQUIN DUETS

7—TAMING LUKE

18—BABY LESSONS

45—MR. RIGHT UNDER HER NOSE

59—ONE BRIDE TOO MANY *

ONE GROOM TO GO *

72—STOP THE WEDDING! *

80—JUST DESSERTS

Happy holidays, Aunt Lou!

“BABY, YOU ARE SOOO GOOD. We’re nearly there. Steady, sweetheart. Yes, yes, that’s it.”

Mindy Ryder shook her head to break the hypnotic spell of the melodic voice. For a moment she’d imagined Dr. Eric Kincaid was crooning to her instead of Peaches, her rascally Corgi. No wonder his waiting room was always full. He charmed his patients, and their owners, with his soothing voice. He’d opened his animal clinic less than two years ago, and already he had a reputation as one of the best small-pet vets in the Phoenix area. It made her day when she came to his office, and not just because her dog liked him.

“I don’t know, Mindy,” he said a trace apologetically, using her first name with casual friendliness. “Peaches seems a hundred percent healthy to me.”

“She was sneezing…” Mindy began, a little ashamed of using her dog as a ploy to see Dr. Kincaid. Now that she was here, she was losing her nerve anyway. “Sorry I wasted your time.”

“I’m always glad to see Peaches. She’s the only female Corgi on my patient list. Makes her pretty special.”

He smiled broadly and rubbed the short-legged dog’s thick white ruff. Peaches basked in his attention, quickly forgetting the indignities of the examination.

The veterinarian was wearing a sky-blue lab coat that picked up the color of his eyes, and his sandy blond hair was just long enough to look rumpled in a fresh-from-the-pillow way.

He attached the leash to the dog’s collar and made easy work of setting the thirty-pound pooch on the spotless white-tiled floor of the examining room. Mindy knew this signaled the end of the appointment, but she’d come for a purpose that had nothing to do with imaginary dog sneezes. If she chickened out now, she’d always wonder what his answer would have been.

The trouble was, she needed a man. What’s more, he had to be a doctor. The vet was the only bachelor she knew who qualified. Fortunately his receptionist, Della Rodriguez, was friendly and liked to chat. She’d leaked enough tidbits of information about her boss to make Mindy sure he was unattached and eligible. In fact, Della had dropped veiled hints that he’d been dumped by a woman and was nursing a broken heart.

If so, he was good at putting up a cheerful front. The man had a smile as bright as the desert sun and pearly white teeth that made his whole face sparkle with good humor. But even if he had teeth like walrus tusks and a Cyrano schnoz, she’d still need him.

She hadn’t exactly lied to her father, but this time he’d irritated her so much she’d fudged the truth. The trouble was he was bound and determined to see her happily married like her older brother.

It was wonderful Dwight had a wife and two adorable kids, but love was a special gift. So far all that had popped out of her annual Christmas stocking were trolls, geeks and ego-freaks like her last boyfriend. Mike Manning had wanted a fan club, not a significant other, and she’d had the pleasure of telling him to take a hike. Dad hadn’t met him, which was just as well. He was one guy who would’ve enjoyed her father’s usual third-degree interrogation. Talking about himself was what Mike liked best.

Dad had been on a tear lately, sure that Mindy’s biological clock was ticking like a time bomb, never mind that she was still two years short of thirty. He was lonely since her mother, Abby, had died, and he worried because she was alone, too. Unfortunately, he was too obsessed to pay any attention to her protests. He refused to believe she could manage just fine as a single woman.

When he’d suggested introducing her to a friend’s son a couple of months ago, she’d told him she was already seeing someone. Of course, he’d pressed for details. She’d taken Peaches to the vet for a shot the day he phoned, so she had seen a doctor—an animal doctor. Telling her father she was seeing a doctor had sort of slipped out because she wanted his badgering to stop.