Karen Whiddon - A Hunter Under The Mistletoe - All Is Bright / Heat of a Helios

Praise for Addison Fox

“An intricate, action-filled plot and steady pacing create an engaging read.”

— RT Book Reviews on The Royal Spy’s Redemption

“This is the kind of story that true romance readers, like myself, love and have a hard time putting down till you read the last page.”

— Fresh Fiction on The London Deception

Praise for Karen Whiddon

“I love how this book is a sweet romance but also manages to be an action-packed story that…keeps you on the edge of your seat.”

— Aussie Bookworm on The Wolf Siren

“A nice backstory and exciting plot make this a must-read.”

— RT Book Reviews on The Wolf Siren (4.5 stars)

“The Lost Wolf’s Destiny is action-packed with a lot of twists and turns that lead the reader on an amazing ride.”

— Fresh Fiction

A Hunter Under the Mistletoe

All Is Bright

Addison Fox

Heat of a Helios

Karen Whiddon

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Table of Contents

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Praise Praise for Addison Fox “An intricate, action-filled plot and steady pacing create an engaging read.” — RT Book Reviews on The Royal Spy’s Redemption “This is the kind of story that true romance readers, like myself, love and have a hard time putting down till you read the last page.” — Fresh Fiction on The London Deception Praise for Karen Whiddon “I love how this book is a sweet romance but also manages to be an action-packed story that…keeps you on the edge of your seat.” — Aussie Bookworm on The Wolf Siren “A nice backstory and exciting plot make this a must-read.” — RT Book Reviews on The Wolf Siren (4.5 stars) “The Lost Wolf’s Destiny is action-packed with a lot of twists and turns that lead the reader on an amazing ride.” — Fresh Fiction

Title Page A Hunter Under the Mistletoe All Is Bright Addison Fox Heat of a Helios Karen Whiddon www.millsandboon.co.uk

About the Authors ADDISON FOX is a lifelong romance reader, addicted to happy-ever-afters. There’s nothing she enjoys more than penning novels about two strong-willed, exciting people on that magical fall into love. When she’s not writing, she can be found spending time with family and friends, reading or enjoying a glass of wine. Contact Addison at her website— www.addisonfox.com —or catch up with her on Facebook (addisonfoxauthor) and Twitter (@addisonfox). KAREN WHIDDON started weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the gorgeous Catskill Mountains, then the majestic Rocky Mountains, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty surrounding her. Karen now lives in north Texas, writes full-time and volunteers for a boxer dog rescue. She shares her life with her hero of a husband and four to five dogs, depending on if she is fostering. You can email Karen at KWhiddon1@aol.com . Fans can also check out her website, www.karenwhiddon.com .

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Dedication For Carly An editor’s job is made up of many parts—active cheerleader, gentle guide, creative steward and, always , stalwart champion. You do each of those things with amazing aplomb (and really awesome gifs). This time you also brought the understanding. Thank you.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Heat of a Helios

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Copyright

ADDISON FOXis a lifelong romance reader, addicted to happy-ever-afters. There’s nothing she enjoys more than penning novels about two strong-willed, exciting people on that magical fall into love. When she’s not writing, she can be found spending time with family and friends, reading or enjoying a glass of wine. Contact Addison at her website— www.addisonfox.com—or catch up with her on Facebook (addisonfoxauthor) and Twitter (@addisonfox).

KAREN WHIDDONstarted weaving fanciful tales for her younger brothers at the age of eleven. Amid the gorgeous Catskill Mountains, then the majestic Rocky Mountains, she fueled her imagination with the natural beauty surrounding her. Karen now lives in north Texas, writes full-time and volunteers for a boxer dog rescue. She shares her life with her hero of a husband and four to five dogs, depending on if she is fostering. You can email Karen at KWhiddon1@aol.com. Fans can also check out her website, www.karenwhiddon.com.

All Is Bright

Addison Fox

For Carly

An editor’s job is made up of many parts—active cheerleader, gentle guide, creative steward and, always , stalwart champion. You do each of those things with amazing aplomb (and really awesome gifs).

This time you also brought the understanding.

Thank you.

Prologue

Evangeline Kennedy was superstitious enough not to tempt fate and practical enough not to care when she did. So after firing two team members who’d taken it upon themselves to give some friends restricted access to the employee entrance of the Archangel Casino where she worked, she’d estimated it was safe to assume her day couldn’t get worse.

Until that night when she saw a man consumed in a ball of orange flame.

She wasn’t even supposed to be working, but the holiday installations needed to be finalized and there was simply no way she could go home and leave them unfinished. Which was how she found herself on her knees in the dirt, on the grounds beside the infinity pool that served as the property’s lone—and wildly popular—topless destination.

The sun worshippers had long vanished for the day, trading their golden glow for an evening among the restaurants, bars and gaming tables the Archangel prided itself on. Evangeline sat back on her heels and took in the mix of ivy, poinsettia and lights she’d spent the better part of eight hours planting, irrigating and arranging. She’d been cultivating the poinsettia on her own in the property’s large greenhouse, unwilling to miss out on the color palate she wanted by the possibility of someone else’s carelessness. Poinsettia color was a tricky thing, after all.

And oh, wow, did it pop.

Even in the nighttime lighting that flooded the grounds, she could see the reds, creams and marbled pinks she’d been aiming for, with a well-placed burst of orange mixed in. The wash of vibrant hues would catch the eye, just as she planned. Even better, the installation—a layered structure guests would pass from their rooms near the pool and on into the casino—would match the look, feel and tone she’d built across the property.

As the Archangel’s horticultural architect, Evangeline had full range of the grounds, the only mandate that she continue to use wild explosions of color and unexpected installations of flowers to resemble a walk through an artist’s canvas more so than a Las Vegas casino. And damn it, she thought with no small measure of pride, she did it well.

She wiped a bead of sweat that worked its way down her temple toward her cheek and admired her handiwork. Those two slackers, Troy and Victor, could bite her. Even if it was three in the morning, she hadn’t eaten since noon and she was due in for a presentation with the casino brass in another five hours, she could sit for a minute and admire her handiwork.