Contemporary Romance / Holidays (Sweet and Clean)
From âMcKensieâs Christmas Giftâ in Christmas in the Rockies
The fog cleared from McKensieâs brain. âAnd knowing my aunt, she insisted you have the wedding here.â
âYeah. I thought about moving the location, but Shirley insisted we still have it at the hotel, and Oliviaââ
âWouldnât have wanted you to change a thing. I get it. Yes, youâll have it here.â McKensie prided herself on handling tense situations, a handy talent when managing a kitchen. She avoided looking at Cameron throughout her conversation with Julie and realized he hadnât moved, patient as ever. âWhen is the wedding?â
âThe week before Christmas.â
McKensie raised a brow and studied her friend. âThatâs fast.â
Julie shrugged. âWhen itâs right, itâs right. That reminds me, I have one more thing to ask Shirley about the food. Meet you in the foyer in ten, big brother.â She stopped at the door and pointed to McKensie. âI will call you tomorrow. We have so much to catch up on.â
Julie exited the office with as much excitement as she entered. McKensie replayed some of her last words over in her mind. When itâs right, itâs right.
From âA Snowy Falls Christmasâ in Christmas in the Rockies
Her breath faded into the crisp morning air. The stoneware mug cupped in her hands warmed her skin while the lavender tea blend stole away the frigid cold from within. She stood on the expansive deck overlooking the glistening waters of Winter Lake and contemplated her quiet return home.
The Snowy Falls Lodge stood tall and grand behind her, a landmark on the lake and in the quaint mountain village. Her grandmother would have said, âFor better or worse, it is now yours, Maura.â
Maura spent the first twenty-five years of her life in the spacious rooms and luxurious halls of the lodge that blended the design of a Scottish castle and Victorian cattle ranch. The idea might have resulted in a haphazard structure had it not been for a truly talented, though little-known, Scottish architect named Charles Mackenzie.
Five years ago, Maura did what no one ever expectedâshe left homeâand not because she didnât love the lodge or the village. Her father called her a dreamer. Her mother used the word âwanderer,â and her grandmother often said she was a seeker. Maura appreciated her grandmotherâs description best. What exactly Maura sought when she left Snowy Falls remained a mystery to everyone.
From âChristmas in Moose Creekâ in Christmas in the Rockies
The 4x4 careened to a stop and the driver waited in disbelief at the deplorable timing of Mother Nature. Moose Creek, Montana, had its share of wildlifeâbear, deer, elk, mountain lionsâbut in her thirty-three years, Saige Travers had never seen a moose on this mountain. Until today.
No one waited for her in her swank two-bedroom condo in Seattle except the goldfish her brother gave to her as a joke for her birthday. Sheâd needed a break from the city and the cataclysmic string of end-of-the-road relationships sheâd been in the past five years. More like dates, if she was going to be honest with herself.
Saige Travers didnât have time for relationships.
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