100% pure SUMMER Christmas. Come read along…

I really wanna stay
Baby it's hot outside
I’ll lose my heart along the way
Baby it's hot outside…

Come Down Under for a hot and steamy SUMMER festive season.

Escape those winter blues with 12 summer Christmas novellas.

A fabulous collection of sexy Down Under summer Christmas romances. Hot sun and hotter men, friends to lovers, forbidden romance, reunion stories and more. Come visit a world of hot, sultry kisses and long, lazy days in the sun.

Join USA Today bestselling authors, Bronwen Evans and Joanne Dannon with ten of their fellow Australasian authors. Warm your heart, and maybe a little bit more, too, with twelve never before published sexy novellas of Down Under lovin’ in the Christmas sun. From the beaches and hinterland of Australia, across the water to the greenery of New Zealand, it’s nothing but summer loving for Christmas this year. So if you’re feeling like a summertime escape, pour a glass of wine or a hot mug of cocoa, curl up on the couch, and enjoy!

· Twelve standalone novellas (never before published)
· Only available to end of early 2022 – get your copy today!

Twelve perfect indulgences to get you in the Christmas spirit:

ANNA FOXKIRK – The Worst Noelle
ANNIE SEATON – Her Christmas Star
BRONWEN EVANS – Fast Track To Love This Christmas
JACQUELINE LEE – Unrequited Love
JAYNE KINGSLEY – Twelve Dates Of Christmas
JOANNE DANNON – The Christmas Pack
KENDRA DELUGAR – Something In The Water
KRIS PEARSON – Summer Santa
MEGAN MAYFAIR – The Season For Second Chances
RAY COLLET – Home For Christmas
SOFIA GREY – A Christmas Retreat (Falling for the Colonel’s Daughter).
SUSANNE BELLAMY – Red Dirt Christmas

Excerpt

Fast Track To Love This Christmas

By Bronwen Evans

Bronwen Evans is a USA Today Bestselling Author who lives in New Zealand with her Cavoodles Brandy and Duke. She’s set this Christmas romance in her home town of Havelock North, a hero for her heroine, but he’s a visitor from the USA... Bron hopes a hero like Sully comes calling soon…

Karla turned and dangled the keys to the Jaguar in her fingers. “She’s in good working order, but she’s, as you say, vintage. But then you’re a mechanic should she get temperamental.”

“I can handle temperamental,” and he moved closer.

“I’m sure you can.”

He moved closer again. “This lunch tomorrow. Shall I pick you up in the Jag? If so what time? And is it casual?”

She swallowed back the desire to run her hand down the muscled chest that was only inches from her. “It’s at a winery, outdoors, so it will be hot. A hat and smart casual will do. It’s in aid of a charity that raises money for a primary school lunch programme for the lower decile schools in Hawke’s Bay.”

“That sounds like a good cause. Is primary school little kids? Elementary school we call it in the States. I didn’t know NZ had such poverty.”

“Most countries do, don’t they? Primary school is from five until about ten years of age. How can we expect kids to sit and learn when they’re starving. And if they don’t learn we can’t defeat the poverty cycle.”

He reached out and ran a finger down her cheek. “It sounds like you’re quite passionate about this. It’s a fabulous cause. Anything that can help kids rise out of poverty gets my vote.”

She shivered at his touch. This man was turning her insides out with just a smile. Slow down, girl. Don’t go getting real feelings for this man. He’s not a keeper. “I’m on the charity board.” She didn’t mention the charity was her baby. She’d built it up from nothing with a group of deep pocketed and time rich likeminded people. “Yeah, I am completely passionate about this. Loads of kids didn’t have the fortunate upbringing I had, and I want to help even the score.” Her ex had said she was wasting her time. She would prove him wrong.

“The world needs more people like you.” The warmth in his eyes made her bottom lip tremble. “What time shall I pick you up outside the hotel? Or do you live elsewhere?”

“I live on the top floor of the hotel, the opposite end to your suite. So let’s say 11.30am as I need to be there by 12pm and it’s about a twenty-minute drive.” She really should move away from the car but her feet wouldn’t step away from him. Finally, she said keeping her voice light, “Have a good day. Remember to drive on the left,” and she skipped round him and headed back to the elevator. Once again she could feel his eyes following her every step.

For one fleeting moment she wished Sully wasn’t stirring her senses so much. He was the first man in a long time who affected her this much. She was beginning to hate the fact he would be leaving and that was dangerous. Why did she always fall for the wrong men?

Fall? Nope. No way. Never. Fun was what she wanted.

Only fun.

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