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Santa Baby: 5 Sexy Reads For Cold Winter Nights


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      Santa Baby: Sexy Reads for Cold Winter Nights

      Kiss Me On This Cold December Night

      Charlotte Phillips

      Santa Wore Leathers

      Vonnie Davis

      All Wrapped Up In You

      Sun Chara

      Confessions of a Chalet Girl

      Lorraine Wilson

      Secrets of a Chalet Girl

      Lorraine Wilson

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      First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2014

      Kiss Me On This Cold Winter Night by Charlotte Phillips

      Copyright © Charlotte Phillips 2013

      Charlotte Phillips asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this works.

      Santa Wore Leathers by Vonnie Davis

      Copyright © Vonnie Davis 2013

      Vonnie Davis asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this works.

      All Wrapped Up In You by Sun Chara

      Copyright © Sun Chara 2013

      Sun Chara asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this works.

      Confessions of a Chalet Girl by Lorraine Wilson

      Copyright © Lorraine Wilson Ltd 2013

      Lorraine Wilson asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this works.

      Secrets of a Chalet Girl by Lorraine Wilson

      Copyright © Lorraine Wilson Ltd 2013

      Lorraine Wilson asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this works.

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      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.

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      Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780008125950

      Version 2014-11-20

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Copyright

      Kiss Me On This Cold December Night

      Santa Wore Leathers

      All Wrapped Up In You

       Confessions of a Chalet Girl

       Secrets of a Chalet Girl

       Keep Reading: Cold Feet at Christmas

       Love Romance?

       HarperImpulse

       About the Publisher

       Book cover image

      Kiss Me on This Cold December Night

      Charlotte Phillips

      A division of HarperCollinsPublishers

       www.harpercollins.co.uk

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       Dedication

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      For my lovely mum and dad. Mum, thanks for everything. And Dad, wherever you are, if it has internet access I know you’ll be reading everything I write and forcing everyone else to do the same. Love you both.

       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘A suite if you have it, but I’ll take anything.’

      Tom Henley wrestled his credit card from his wallet. He might have had his plans thwarted by the bonkers British weather, which for some insane reason had decided to dump a shedload of snow over the entire country in late December, putting it bang on track for the first white Christmas in years, but that didn’t mean he had to take it lying down.

      ‘Odds on for a white Christmas,’ the receptionist said, giving him a wink.

      He stared at her beaming smile across the marble counter.

      ‘And that would be a good thing because…?’

      When you’d spent Christmas