Under The Millionaire's Mistletoe (2010) - Plot & Excerpts
The only sounds left in the sudden hush of the living room were the rich baritone of Bing Crosby crooning “I’ll Be Home for Christmas,” and the crackle of the fire in the stone fireplace. Perplexed, Meg Elliot turned, careful not to spill the pyramid of Christmas tarts from the silver tray in her hands. And came face-to-face with a stranger. Face-to-chest, actually. She had to look up from the navy polo shirt stretched across his shoulders to see his face. Dark, wavy hair, in need of a cut, brushed his forehead. He was clean-shaven and tanned. Too tanned for this time of year at Lake Tahoe, and not a skier’s tan. But it was the silver eyes boring into her with unreadable intent that stilled her. She knew those eyes. But she didn’t know this man. She’d met so many people in the last few months, it was no surprise that she might forget a face. Except for the fact that this man was not the forgettable type—imposing, disconcerting and way too handsome. How had he even gotten in?
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