Jingle bells to everyone.  Am so excited.  I lurrve Christmas. and of course down here in NZ it’s summer time. Though I must say our weather isn’t exactly summer yet.  Warm and humid, but a bit too much cloud and rain for my liking!

But too bad, i’m too happy to worry about the weather.  Santa came yesterday!  A courier dropped off my print copies of He’s The One!  Oh it looks so yummy.  Hero Cade Harper is definitely hunk material.  Mind you, so is his brother Zane. His story is in the pipeline!

Check it out at Fictionwise

Here’s a brief teaser for ya!

Happy holidays one and all

Jane Beckenham www.janebeckenham.com

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By Jane Beckenham

From  Linden Bay Romance

She knew that to Cade Harper, she must have seemed like a prim little girl, about to be bad.

Without speaking, Cade opened the car door and she slid in, careful not to get too close. However, once seated Taylor wasn’t so sure accepting his offer was a good idea. The interior was small and far too intimate and only served to fire her wayward hormones.

In clipped tones, she gave him her address and retreated into silence.

As the car eased out of the car park, excitement, fear and anticipation all rolled into one coursed through her veins. It forced Taylor to focus on emotions she’d never experienced before and she felt totally inadequate. Nothing in her life had prepared her for Cade. Being engaged to Rob held nothing on being taken for a ride by Cade Harper.

And there lay her problem.

“So how come wedding planning? Don’t the couple and their families do that?” Cade asked as they drove through the silent suburb.

Her tension eased with a sigh of relief. This was her forte and at last she could relax. “In the past, yes. But today people want something different.”

“And you can give it to them?” he questioned. Although Cade drove, Taylor read the true interest in his expression. She smiled, and then chuckled with laughter. 

“What?” And he gave her a comical expression, “what did I say wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just the same expression I’ve seen many times before. The grooms would be happy with a tent and few beers, then the bride gets some ideas and it’s never the same again. Horrified groom versus excited bride.” 

“So what do you do?”

“Dr Phil says, if the ‘wife ‘aint happy, then no one else will be either’. So seems to me there’s a bit of meeting in the middle to get it sorted.”

Cade looked suitably appalled, then refocused on the road. “And does it—get sorted I mean?”

“Mostly.”

“So what sort of weddings, besides expensive, do you conjure up for ‘happy’ couples?”

“Fantasy of course,” she said proudly. “I create fantasies and give the couple the dream wedding they’ve always wanted.”

Cade brought the Mustang to a halt right outside her house. The night-light switched on automatically. Taylor frowned. No necking on the doorstep. She’d have to get rid of that light first thing in the morning.

He switched the engine off and suddenly everything was silent.

“What about your dreams, Taylor?”