Second Chances at the Log Fire Cabin: A Christmas holiday romance for 2018 from the ebook bestseller. Catherine Ferguson

Читать онлайн книгу.

Second Chances at the Log Fire Cabin: A Christmas holiday romance for 2018 from the ebook bestseller - Catherine  Ferguson


Скачать книгу
id="ue6beec50-2617-5690-ab3d-006c92987d40">

      

       Image Missing

Image Missing

       Copyright

      Published by AVON

      A Division of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

      1 London Bridge Street

      London SE1 9GF

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2018

      Copyright © Catherine Ferguson 2018

      Cover design © Head Design 2018

      Cover illustration © Shutterstock

      Catherine Ferguson asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

      A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

      All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this ebook on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

      Ebook Edition © October 2018 ISBN: 9780008302481

      Version: 2018-09-19

       Dedication

      To Dave, for all your brilliant support

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

       Chapter 9

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Keep Reading …

       About the Author

       By the Same Author

       About the Publisher

       Chapter 1

      It’s the most perfect Christmas tree I’ve ever seen.

      I gaze at it from my perch on the sofa. We went a bit mad with the tinsel and it’s definitely leaning a bit towards the left – but wrapped in my happy festive glow, I swear I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

      The soft glow of the fairy lights blended with the evocative aroma of pine forest is having a thoroughly intoxicating effect on my mood. As is the warmly spiced mulled wine we drank while we decorated the tree.

      Jackson surprised me with the mulled wine. When I opened the door, he was standing there, a big smile on his handsome face, holding up one of those special gift packs that include the red wine and the cinnamon sticks and cloves.

      ‘Ooh, lovely,’ I lied.

      ‘Only the best for my best girl!’ he said, pushing the gift pack towards me. He cupped my face in his hands and gently kissed me on the tip of my nose – a tender gesture that makes my heart skip a beat every time he does it. Then he led the way into the living room. Glancing in the mirror above the fireplace, he ran a hand over his on-trend haircut with the tapered sides and volume on top, which I always think makes him look like a sexy honey-blond version of Elvis. Jackson is very proud of his hair. (Mine, by comparison, is blonde and fine, and completely resists any attempts I make to tame it.)

      Jackson sank onto the sofa, legs splayed out, and ran his eyes over me admiringly. ‘You look gorgeous tonight, Roxy Gallagher.’ There was a sexy gleam in his blue eyes. ‘Come here.’

      Heart beating fast, I walked over to him, feeling ridiculously nervous. The house was empty. My flatmate and best friend, Flo, was out with her fiancé, Fergus. I hoped Jackson didn’t think …

      But no, I’d had The Conversation with him only the week before.

      He was quite surprised when I told him I believed in taking things really slowly but it didn’t seem to put him off. If anything, he seemed tantalised by the idea of deferred gratification in the bedroom. I wondered if the novelty value had something to do with it. Because, let’s face it, there wouldn’t be many women who’d hold back for long if a tall, blond Greek-god-like man looked deep into their eyes and said, ‘Let’s go to bed. I’m going to make your wildest dreams come true.’

      Jackson says these cute, rather old-fashioned things all the time, with a perfectly serious face. If anyone else came out with them, I’d probably cackle in appreciation because I’d know they were joking. But Jackson will look at me with his mesmerising blue eyes and I’ll just melt and think: it’s the feeling behind the words.

      We’ve only been together a couple of months, but after all the trauma of the past – including having my heart well and truly stamped on by Billy, my first love – I’m finally starting to


Скачать книгу