Mark & AbbyAbby picked up a fast-moving Bea before she could get too close to the fireplace that had just been lit. Bea wiggled and pointed, saying something that sounded like “daddy” over and over again.“Your daddy is upstairs,” Abby said as she carried Bea away from the fire. It was the evening of the third day after everyone had arrived at the cabin, and Abby had been enjoying a brief quiet moment before Bea had run into the room.The toddler babbled as Abby sat her on the floor and started playing with the stuffed animals scattered on the rug. She wondered where Lizzie and Trent were; it wasn’t like them to take their eyes off Bea. Then again, Bea was so fast that they might not have noticed her absence yet.“There you are!” Lizzie took a deep breath as she crouched next to her daughter. “One second she was there, and the next she’d run off. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”Abby decided she wouldn’t mention the bit about Bea getting close to the fireplace. No rea
Lizzie & TrentLizzie, unlike her husband Trent, enjoyed being around lots of people. Considering she felt the most alive on stage, it stood to reason that she found the energy of a lot of people invigorating.When Harrison had proposed this plan of the entire family staying in a cabin for Christmas, Lizzie had jumped at the chance. What could be more exciting than spending Christmas with her crazy family? Then again, after getting married and having her daughter, there was little that could ruffle Lizzie. An almost-two-year-old tended to reset your priorities and make you rethink what was really worth getting frazzled over.Trent hadn’t been as enthused by the idea of spending Christmas with her family. He’d made amends with them—especially Lizzie’s twin brother, Seth—and Trent even considered her brothers friends.“That doesn’t mean I want to stay in a cabin with them,” he’d said wryly. “Your family is—”“Loud? Fun? Interesting?”“A lot.”Lizzie found Trent outside on the
Seth & RoseRose had never thought of herself as the marrying type. Considering everything she’d gone through, she’d always thought she’d prefer to live on her own. If she did fall in love, she wouldn’t bind herself to any man who could take advantage of her later on.Until she’d met Seth Thornton.She didn’t begin dreaming about wedding gowns and bouquets and terrible reception dancing, but she did begin to wonder if marriage might be in the cards for her. She saw how happy his siblings were with their spouses. She saw time and time again how Seth proved to her that there were good men in this world, good men who could love you unconditionally.It had been over a year since she and Seth had gotten together, and a year since they’d moved in together. While he’d worked on his rediscovered love of woodworking, she’d returned to school to finish her degree in English.She’d been content—or so she’d thought. Until the day Seth had mentioned the idea of them getting married, and th
Jubilee & Heath“Rose DiMarco,” said Jubilee the moment she got her sister-in-law alone, “what the hell is going on with your brother?”“I’ve been asking myself just that for a long time.”Jubilee rolled her eyes. “Ha-ha. Something is going on, and I know that you know, because you keep looking over your shoulder—”“I’m looking for your brother.”Jubilee pointed a finger in Rose’s face, although she couldn’t stop from smiling, regardless. “Tell me what’s going on or I’ll tell Megan that you ruined that last batch of cookies.”“You wouldn’t.”“I would. Now, spill.”Currently, the two women stood in Jubilee and Heath’s room in the cabin while the rest of the family were either downstairs or outside. It was Christmas Day, and they’d just opened presents, which had mostly entailed watching James and the babies rip open packages with glee. Bea and Bennett had ripped open their gifts with a bloodlust that would’ve been frightening if it hadn’t been so cute. Evie was too little to
Violet couldn’t imagine where Ash wanted to take her at one thirty in the morning that wasn’t to his place. When she said that she trusted him, her boring, logical side yelled, You don’t know him! Go home! You’re crazy!And yet...her intuition told her she could trust him. She trusted that when he said he wanted to have “good, clean, wholesome fun,” he meant it. At least, as much as Ash Younger could do anything wholesome.She followed Ash down the street and out of the small downtown area. Tipping her head back, she could make out a few stars, and she felt like they were the only two people in the entire world. The town was so quiet. The only sounds were a dog barking and a single car driving by.When they arrived at the playground, Violet let out a startled laugh. “This is what you had in mind?”“What, do you have something against swings?” Ash sat down in one of the swings that was so low to the ground—especially considering that he had to be over six feet tall—that Violet start
Say You’re MineAll I Ask of YouMake Me YoursHold Me CloseOopsie DaisyHe Loves Me, He Loves Me NotPetal PluckerWar of the RosesincludingThen Came YouTaking a Chance on LoveAll I Want Is YouMy One and OnlyThe Nearness of YouThe Very Thought of YouIf I Can’t Have YouDream a Little Dream of MeSomeone to Watch Over MeTill There Was YouI’ll Be Home for Christmas
A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.Stay in touch!irismorland.comIris Morland’s MermaidsNewsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella)Published by Blue Violet Press LLCSeattle, WashingtonCopyright © 2017 by Iris MorlandCover design by Resplendent MediaAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.