Novel & Cerita Holiday Reinhorn Books

As he set it down and turned to leave, Vincent gestured for him to stay. "Have someone check the heating system. It might be dusty, it's not warming properly." "But I thought..." Rin began, probably to say that the room was perfectly warm, but Vincent raised his hand. "Go." "Yes, sir." Rin's eyes flicked toward me before leaving. He knew. They all did. The people around Vincent never liked me, I understood that. How could they? A faint, bitter smile crept to my lips but before I could speak, a spoon suddenly appeared in front of me.

He said. "But Rasmore, how do you know these are their scents?" And why would they be related to the dragon? "We both know that werewolves and dragons are supposed to be enemies." The assistant voiced his doubt. "The lemon scent belongs to that Maris Kate's girl; the rain scent belongs to Harriet; she is Karen's best friend, and I've been to her house three times." He cleared his throat and continued, "Earlier, when I went to greet those three foreigners, I had perceived faint pepper scent from the guy with the high ponytail. That was when he stood to shake my hand, and when they left, the ginger-haired guys scent wafted on my nose; it was woody." He inhaled deeply.

"We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas party. The old man would lose face otherwise." "That's the truth," Jana agreed cheerfully. "Now finish the damn report, freshen your lipstick and let's go before the guys in the IT department empty the buffet table." "Yeah, nothing like a bunch of computer geeks and free food." Shelby typed in the last few numbers on her report. "And hey, at least there's no sing-along this year. Clever of Noel Holiday to send the piano out for tuning this week." "Hmm. All the Holiday boys are clever and sexy," Jana purred. Her full lips pursed into a thoughtful smile. "Wonder if I can corn

he glanced down as if he were checking something. “Oh, I don’t think so,” Serendipity replied, “Unless it’s some sort of magic. That is, they fly with full antlers in December, and everyone knows that male reindeer lose their antlers in November. And these reindeer have such enormous antlers. I would say they are just about to lose them in the spring, after they have their babies. Isn’t that right?” The reindeer seemed to agree with her, and Serendipity continued to pet them on their heads, noses, and ears, causing them to lose their statuesque qualities almost immediately and become quite playful.