Tag Archives: @Serenity_Woods

2020 Christmas Countdown: My Christmas Fiancé – Love Comes Later Book 1 by Serenity Woods

My Christmas Fiancé
Love Comes Later Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Serenity Woods


If you write an email to a friend about a fantasy involving your gorgeous boss, don’t send it to All Staff…


It’s not easy to reinvent yourself, but my thirteen-year-old son and I are ready for a new start. Old Maggie was a magnet for disaster, but New Meg is going to be elegant, sophisticated… and blonde. I’ve landed a dream job at the other end of New Zealand as PA to three rich directors who spoil me rotten, I’ve found a beautiful new apartment, and I feel reborn.

Then I write an email to a friend describing in vivid detail what I want to do to the sexiest of the directors—involving melted chocolate and/or whipped cream—and mistakenly send it to All Staff. It turns out that New Meg is pretty much just Old Maggie with different packaging. Some things never change.


I’ve wanted Meg since she first walked into my office with her soft lips and sexy curves, but she wears another man’s ring, so I’ve steered well clear… until now. My mind’s been occupied anyway since I broke up with my ex, Natalie. She’s desperate to have me back and won’t take no for an answer—so I’ve come up with a brilliant plan, to hire a fake fiancée for Christmas to prove to her that we’re done.

After sending her hot-as-hell email, Meg confesses the truth about her past, and it gives me an idea. She can pretend to be my fiancé, and I can protect her from the guy she’s running from. Sounds like the perfect plan, right? Her teenage son’s no problem because we get on great. Sharing her room? That’s more of a challenge, but I’ve always had excellent self-control.

Yeah, I know. I keep forgetting about the melted chocolate. What an idiot.

Stratton thinks he has the perfect solution to the problems with his ex. He’s getting married, at least that’s how he announces it to his sister Teddi, his best friend Rich and his PA Meg at their morning meeting. This leads to an interesting discussion of his ex Natalie and how she’s harassing him. He get’s Meg to set up appointments with prospective ‘fiancés’ only instead of a modeling agency she calls an escort service. The results are hilarious.

As Meg is preparing to leave for the day she sends an email to her best friend, only it goes to the entire company.

This is a favorite scene.

I start packing up my things, glance at my computer screen, and smile when I see an email from Alyssa. She’s a new friend I’ve made since moving to Auckland. We met at the local swimming pool and got on well, as we have a lot in common, including that we’re both single mums with teenage boys.

In her email she chats about her family and her day job at the kindergarten. The email subject shows we have been back and forth about twenty times and the message is as long as my arm, so I start with a fresh one and begin telling her about my day. Not about the call girls—I decide to leave that part out—but I tell her a bit about work, just general chit chat.

Then, because he’s on my mind, I tell her about Stratton.

I’m just crazy about him, I type. He so gorgeous he makes my mouth water. I’ll have to introduce you soon. He has thick dark hair touched with gray and the most amazing eyes—one blue, one green. A stunning smile. He’s six foot three and a big guy, but he’s very unassuming and self-deprecating. You’d like him a lot. It’s not easy working for him every day. I find myself sitting in meetings and instead of typing minutes I daydream about covering him in melted chocolate—or whipped cream, it varies—and then licking it all off. It passes the time.

I finish it with a smiley face, sign it Meg, click the arrow where it says ‘To’ and choose her name, then hit send. Briefly, I wonder whether the IT team ever monitors my emails, but it’s too late now, it’s gone, so I suppress a sudden feeling of unease and rise to get my bag, ready to go home for the day.

A ping tells me I’ve received another email, though, and I sink back down to check it. I stare for a moment as I realize it’s the one I’ve just sent. What? Why would it come back to me? Has it bounced? Has Alyssa closed her email account or something?

I look at who I’ve sent it to, and my jaw drops. Cold filters through me. Disbelievingly, I quickly start up a new email and click the down arrow that shows me the list of people I send to regularly. Oh no. I thought I’d clicked on Alyssa’s name. But I haven’t. I’ve clicked on All Staff.

My head spins, and I feel faint with horror. I’ve just told everyone in the building about my secret fantasies. Everyone who works here will have gotten that email. And that’s bad, but it’s not the worst of it.

Rich will get it, and so will Teddi.

And it’s currently pinging up in Stratton’s inbox, too.

Panic washes over me. What have I done? I’ve ruined everything with one hit of a tiny button. What an idiot. What a fucking stupid idiot I am.

I can’t stay here—I’ve got to get out before everyone reads it. At least it’s Friday—I can take the weekend to work out how the hell I’m going to deal with this.

I grab my handbag and run out of my office. Head down, I stride through the large workroom housing the secretarial pool, heads turning as I pass. Nigel from accounts stops me to talk about an invoice and drones on and on, and in the end I tell him I have to leave and just walk away. I ignore the elevators and take the stairs, running down them, my high heels tapping. I’m not sure if I’ve breathed in yet, and my head’s still spinning. I have to be careful not to fall and break my neck—and yet a little part of my brain muses that such an accident might be a relief.

Exiting into the foyer, I run across it. My face is hot and my eyes are stinging with tears. What have I done? Holy fuck. I’m going to be a laughing stock, and as for Stratton… He thinks I’m married. I don’t know whether he’s going to be flattered, amused, or angry. Maybe he’ll think it’s hilarious. Oh my God, I’ll never be able to look him in the eye again.

I can’t bear it. I want to die.

I’m halfway across the foyer when I hear him call my name. “Meg!”

God, no! Anyone but him! I don’t stop and continue running.

“Meg, for Christ’s sake. Stop her, Andy!”

Obediently, the security guard closes the glass door and refuses to let go as I reach it. I hit him with my handbag, almost sobbing in panic. “Let me out!”

“Meg, it’s okay.” Stratton catches up with me and tugs my arm. I wrench it away and stumble back. I can’t bear to look at him. “It’s okay,” he says again, bending to try and catch my eye. “Come on, it’s not the end of the world.”

“Don’t.” My face must be scarlet, because it’s burning as if I’ve been out in the hot sun all day. “Just… don’t.”

“Hey.” He obviously realizes I’m genuinely distraught, takes my arm again, and leads me across to the side of the foyer. Luckily, there’s only Andy to witness the scene, and he averts his gaze as he takes up his place by the doors again, although I know he’s listening.

“Let me go.” I dash away a tear that’s run down my face.

“Meg, sweetheart, come on. It was a mistake. You clicked on the wrong name, didn’t you? It happens.” I cover my face with my hands. “I can’t believe I did it. I’m so embarrassed.”

He gives a soft laugh, moving closer to me and resting his hands on my upper arms. He rubs them gently, trying to offer comfort. “It’s all right. Did you think I didn’t know how you felt?”

I still refuse to look at him. I want to curl in a corner and sob. “I can’t believe I sent it to All Staff. Everyone will know. I can’t stay here. I can’t come back.”

“Meg, come on. Let’s get it in proportion. There’s no way I’m losing the best PA I’ve ever had just because she has a thing about chocolate sauce.”

Oh. My. God. My face could melt lead it’s burning so badly.

“Oops,” he said. “Too soon?”

“Please, just kill me now.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around me. “Sweetheart, we’re grownups, and we like each other. You’re gorgeous—you don’t think I wonder what you look like naked ten times a day?”

“Oh, Stratton, please, don’t. You’re just making it worse.”

“I’m saying that it’s normal when you fancy someone. It doesn’t mean anything. And it’s hardly a huge shock to me.”

I press my hands against his shirt and bury my face in it. “I thought you might be angry.”

“Jesus, why? You made my day.” He kisses my hair.

“Because I’m… m-married.”

He slides a hand beneath my chin and lifts my face so he can look into my eyes. For a moment I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead his green and blue eyes search mine, as if he’s in an attic rummaging around in a trunk. “Are you?” he says.

A breeze washes across my legs, but I’m only half aware that the front door has opened. It’s when I hear my name called—my real name—that I realize someone’s come in.


I turn my head, and for the second time in the space of about five minutes my heart stops. I inhale sharply, feel my eyes widen, my jaw drop, and I push away from Stratton and stumble back.
Woods, Serenity. My Christmas Fiancé (Love Comes Later Book 1). Kindle Locations (801-868). Kindle Edition.

From having to face Stratton to her ex showing up thinking all would just be forgiven leads Meg to agree to be Stratton’s fake fiancé. With concern for her and her son’s safety, Stratton suggests they stay the weekend at his home. This is just the beginning of a very interesting relationship, that simmers before it sizzles.

I look forward to reading Rich and Teddi’s stories, one is New Year’s the other is Valentines.

5 Contented Purrs for Serenity!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Serenity Woods

USA Today Bestselling Author Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes hot and sultry contemporary romances with a happy ever after, and she would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads Amazon Author Page

Casanova By Serenity Woods

A Standalone Contemporary Romantic Fantasy
USA Today Bestselling Author
Serenity Woods


Winter Blog Blurb

You get what you pay for…

It’s my thirtieth birthday. It’s also Valentine’s Day. I’m not sure which one sucks most.

My best friend, Sarah, begged me to go out with her and her husband for dinner, but I’m not in the mood for celebration. I’ve worked hard all day, run for an hour, and now I plan to spend the evening alone playing video games and eating a whole tub of cookie dough ice cream.

But when I get home, I discover a man sitting on the carpet in the corridor outside my penthouse apartment.

He’s tall, gorgeous, wearing an expensive suit, and carrying the biggest bouquet of red roses I’ve ever seen.

He also has a huge red bow tied around his waist.

“I’m from Casanovas,” he says.

Hmm. That sounds vaguely familiar…

He gestures at the bow, and his smile turns mischievous. “Sarah says Happy Birthday.”

Oh. My. God.

Winter Blog BuyLinks

Barnes and Noble logo_150 ibooks-logo-150x150KoboLogo

Winter Blog Review

Sarah and Elise made their billions by hacking companies and then selling their services to make their sites secure. While Sarah is happily married with two children, Elise is single and refuses to even date. Her heart can’t take it.

When for her birthday Sarah hires an escort from Casanovas, she isn’t interested at all. That is until they have a drink, play a video game and talk.

This is a favorite scene.

I shift to face her, resting an elbow on the back and my head on my hand. She turns her head to look at me. She has dark-green eyes, and they’re filled with something—hope? Longing? A little fear, I think.

“You’re good at the game,” she says.

“So are you.” I know I would’ve had trouble beating her if she’d been fully focused.

“I like that you play.” She studies her whisky. “My ex didn’t like video games.”

It’s the first time she’s mentioned a previous partner. I give a rueful smile.

“He must have broken your heart badly to make you hole up in here.”

She looks out of the window, across the harbor. “It’s a long story.”

“You want to tell me?”

“Not really.”

I sigh. “Why are you alone? It’s your thirtieth birthday, and it’s Valentine’s Day. You should be surrounded by your friends and family tonight. You should be married, your husband hanging on your every world, waiting desperately to get you into bed tonight because you’re so fucking sexy.”

She gives me a wry look. “Now come on, we’ve got on well up until now being normal. Don’t give me the escort patter.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh, come on. I’m sitting here in yoga pants. I haven’t even blow-dried my hair. I can only imagine what your usual clients look like.”

“You’re right. You’re very different from them. You’re like one of the red roses in the bouquet I brought you. Your beauty is completely natural.”

She studies me for a long moment. “You’re paid to be here,” she says eventually. “To make me feel good. How can I believe anything you say?”

I frown. I like women. I like the way they smell; how soft their bodies are. I like that their voices are different, and I like listening to them laugh. I know I’m not bad looking and I have a good body. I enjoy their admiration, and I pride myself on being able to give them pleasure. I don’t have to fake it when I tell them they’re beautiful, even if it’s not in the traditional sense of the word. I can always find something beautiful about a woman.

When I go to a client’s apartment, it’s because they’ve rung Casanovas and asked for me. When I arrive, we both know why I’m there, and although we might sit and have a drink first and talk, it doesn’t usually take long to get down to business. Once or twice I’ve had a client who’s not hired an escort before, and they can be a little shy.

But this is the first time I’ve had to seduce one.
Woods, Serenity. Casanova. Kindle Locations (535-562). Kindle Edition.

He does finally manage to seduce her, and she gets out of him why he works as an escort.

Once he’s gone she finds herself still thinking about him, and after a call from Sarah she decides to do something more.

An interesting take on the billionaire falls for an escort scenario, one I fully enjoyed. Lots of sizzling heat, laughter, fun and more. I know I will be reading more of Serenity’s books.

5 Contented Purrs for Serenity!

Winter Blog About Author

Serenity Woods
USA Today Bestselling Author Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes hot and sultry contemporary romances with a happy ever after, and she would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies.

newsletter - for blog

Winter Blog Author Links

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads Amazon Author Page

Christmas Countdown! The Perfect Gift – Three Wise Men Book 1 By Serenity Woods

The Perfect Gift
Three Wise Men Book 1
Serenity Woods


Christmas 2015 Blog blurb

When billionaire Brock offers to take struggling single mom Erin away for the weekend to an exclusive hotel at Christmas, what should she say?

As a single mom who can barely afford to put food on the table, let alone fill her son Ryan’s Christmas stocking with presents, Erin isn’t particularly looking forward to the festive season. When Ryan has an asthma attack and ends up in hospital, she’s convinced it’s going to be the worst Christmas ever. Sure, Christmas is a time for miracles, but everyone knows wishes don’t really come true.

Consultant pediatrician Brock King lost his wife to cancer two years ago, and he’s convinced the love he felt for her only comes around once in a lifetime. Then, while visiting the children’s ward, he meets single mom Erin, and suddenly his future doesn’t seem so bleak.

Once Ryan recovers, Brock offers to take Erin away for her birthday, no strings attached, to give her the perfect gift every single mum would kill for—a night in an exclusive hotel. Will she take him up on his offer, which might (if she’s very lucky) end up with hot sex with a billionaire? Or should she take the moral high ground and say no?

The first in a series of magical contemporary holiday romances about three gorgeous billionaire brothers and three single moms brought together with Christmas magic, also available as a USA Today bestselling box set. By the time of the party on Christmas Eve, all three King brothers are in love. Will there be enough Christmas magic to make all their dreams come true?

Christmas 2015 Blog Review

Welcome to Carol Kittie’s Christmas Countdown.
I will be reviewing many Holiday stories
over the next few weeks.
I hope you will enjoy them as much as I have.

I read this book as part of the Making Merry Collection, it will tug your heartstrings and make you smile, as Erin and Brock work their way into a relationship.

Brock and his brothers maintain a charity called The Three Wise Men, they are devoted to children with asthma and other respiratory ailments. Brock is a consultant pediatrician, Charlie is a research scientist, he has created the child-size paraphernalia with attachments of Matt’s characters to help ease their visits, and Matt is an author, he’s responsible for the creation of the cute Ward Seven characters and writes the children’s books about the journey with their illnesses.

Erin’s son has asthma and once again he’s in the hospital. She has utilized the Charity’s website for parents to chat and ask questions every since Ryan was diagnosed. There’s also a private chat window for discussions with doctors.

Brock is feeling low, it’s the anniversary of his wife’s death from breast cancer, he kept as busy as he could and now he’s settling in with a drink and remembering. His brother’s conference in with him and mention Erin’s son is in the hospital again and she’s been online, telling him he should check the site. They also confirm the hospital visits for the next day, which they do in costumes of the characters.

Erin and Brock have been talking online for over a year, and those conversations have progressed into a friendship rather than just a consultation type of interaction. This time though he asks for her number and speaks to her instead of just the instant message. Then he formulates a plan.

This is a favorite scene.

“And what’s your name?” Georgia asked the boy.

“Ryan,” he said shyly, lifting his spacer so he could suck on the paw of the miniature Dixon.
It was Erin with him—Brock had been right. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He was only a foot away from her now, and up close she was even more beautiful than she had been from across the room. She wore faded jeans and a T-shirt that had been tie-dyed with an orange sunburst pattern, but it still didn’t outshine her dazzling smile. I should have brought sunglasses, he thought. He wouldn’t see properly again for hours.

Georgia’s mouth formed an O of fake surprise. “Oh, Ryan, a little bird told me it’s a very special day for you.”

Ryan rose up onto his knees. He was a cute lad with dark curls, a button nose, and innocent It wasn’t me, it was like that when I got here eyes.

“Was it Pepper?” Ryan asked.

Erin tipped her head at him. “Was what Pepper, sweetie?”

“The little bird who said it was my birthday.” He pointed up at the toy clipped to his drip. “Was it Pepper the Pukeko?”

“Aw.” Erin gave the sexy laugh that Brock had heard on the phone, and he was lost. For the first time in two years, he thought maybe his heart wasn’t as frozen solid as he’d feared.

Georgia chuckled at Ryan’s comment. “That’s right, honey. Pepper told me it was your birthday today. How old are you?”

“I’m two,” Ryan announced proudly.

“No sweetie, you’re three now,” Erin reminded him.

“Oh.” Ryan looked confused. “I forgot.”

“Because it’s your birthday,” Georgia reminded him. “You’re a whole year older. And Dixon has a special something for you.”

Brock held up Dixon’s big paw and curled his thumb and little finger so they touched, leaving the rest of the dog’s big fingers pointing up.

“Three special somethings,” Georgia corrected. “What do you have in the sack, Dixon?”

He pulled out the same sized parcel he’d given to the rest of the kids in the hospital—a large, plush Dixon in a box, neatly wrapped by Georgia herself.

Ryan squealed and took the box with a big “Thank you!”

Next, Brock took out a flat parcel, which was a DVD of the newest series of the cartoon TV show of Ward Seven. Ryan took the present with an open mouth.

Brock held out his hand, palm uppermost.

“How many presents do you have, Ryan?” Georgia bent and asked him.

“Two,” Ryan counted, holding them up.

“And how old are you?”

He grinned—his mother’s smile, bright and beaming. “Three!”

“One more present please, Dixon!” Georgia declared.

Brock pulled out the last, special parcel and gave it to Ryan. It was a large, flat box.

“Can I open it, Mummy?” the boy asked, eyes wide. Erin glanced at Brock as if asking permission.

Putting his arm around the boy, Brock tugged a little at the wrapping paper, and Ryan tore it off. He squealed at the sight of the box of Lego dinosaurs, then turned and threw his arms around Dixon.

Brock hugged him back, touched by the boy’s affection, and glanced up at Erin.

She was staring at them, clearly baffled as to how he knew that was what her son had been asking for. Next to her, the older woman who was presumably her mother smiled.

Ryan had his photo taken with Dixon too, and then it was time to move on to the next wards, as Georgia wanted to finish giving the children presents before their tea was served.

Brock waved goodbye to everyone and walked to the door, then stopped when he felt a hand on his arm.

“Wait.” It was Erin. He turned and looked down into her bright eyes. “Um… I just wanted to say thanks,” she said. She bit her lip, and he could see she was dying to ask how he knew about the Lego set.

Georgia—who was in on the whole thing—grinned at them. “Aw, does mummy want a hug from Dixon too?”

Brock chuckled and put his arms around Erin, and she laughed and hugged him as the children cheered. As a rule, he didn’t speak in the Dixon costume, but he put his mouth close to her ear and murmured, “I’ll be back when I’ve finished. Need to talk to you.”
Woods, Serenity. Making Merry: A 3-in-1 Collection.Kindle Locations(5515-5557). Kindle Edition.

It’s a bit later when Georgia has Erin meet with Brock in a conference room. He talks her into having coffee with him and makes his suggestion for her birthday weekend. Not one to stand still this one.

Much thought is given to the offer, two separate rooms, dinner and time to herself with a handsome man for company.

Brock’s money and Erin’s insecurities cause a few obstacles, Ryan is adorable and his interactions with Brock are priceless.

I loved the way this relationship grows and the way the story encompasses both their families. The chemistry between these two is practically explosive, there’s laughter and plenty of it plus a bit of family angst.

5 Contented Purrs for Serenity!

Christmas 2015 Blog Other Books

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Christmas 2015 Blog About Author

Serenity Woods
USA Today Bestselling Author Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes hot and sultry contemporary romances with a happy ever after, and she would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies.

newsletter - for blog

Christmas 2015 Blog Author Links

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads Amazon Author Page

Countdown to Christmas: Santa’s Secret – Christmas Wishes Book 1 by Serenity Woods

Santa’s Secret
Christmas Wishes Book 1
Serenity Woods


Christmas 2015 Blog blurb

Will the magic still be there when they wake on Christmas morning?

Rudi comes to Santa’s Secret Village in the Arctic Circle looking to sell the resort, having long since lost his Christmas spirit. His seven-year-old daughter already knows the truth about Santa, and neither of them is in the mood for the festive season.

But then they meet Eva, struggling with a suitcase that bursts and scatters her underwear in the snow. Practically a recluse since the death of her husband eighteen months before, Eva’s not looking for romance and is there to try to make Christmas more festive this year for her young son. But she brings an unexpected sparkle to Rudi and Isabel’s lives that renews their belief in the magic of Christmas.

As the weather grows colder, things heat up between Rudi and Eva. But will the magic still be there when they wake on Christmas morning?

Warning: contains hot and sexy scenes in a Finnish sauna and a huge dollop of Christmas magic.

Christmas 2015 Blog buy links

KindleLogo Barnes and Noble logo_150 ibooks-logo-150x150KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

Christmas 2015 Blog Review

Eva wants this Christmas to be festive for her son Oscar. She’d been pretty much a recluse since her husband died and this holiday to Santa’s Secret Village was just what they needed.

Rudi is the new owner of the Village and in order to evaluate the property for sale, he is there incognito with his daughter, Isabel. It’s his mother’s hope he’ll connect with his daughter more and work a little less.

I really love the whole concept of this story. Two single parents, one a widow, the other divorced coming to the village to reconnect with their children.

Now I admit, Rudi was working more than spending time with Isabel, but Eva and Oliver would change gradually that.

Isabel is a charming well behaved seven year old, and Oscar is a hyper three year old. The two of them together is delightful to read. A favorite scene is when Isabel suggests they join Eva and Oscar in the Exhibition hall.

“Where would you like to go?” he asked. “We could visit Santa’s Playground.” The theme park brought in the most money in the complex, so he was keen to cast his eye over it. “Or maybe go for a reindeer ride.” Every child’s dream!

But to his surprise, Isabel pointed over to the Exhibition Centre. Two figures were disappearing into the building: Eva in her brown duffle coat and a red bobble hat, Oscar running ahead of her.

“There is the lady from last night,” Isabel said.

“Eva,” Rudi said, her name giving him a little glow inside.

“Yes, Eva and Oscar. Can we join them?”

“I thought he annoyed you,” Rudi said, smiling.

“He is naughty. But he is also fun.” Isabel scratched her nose. “Can we, Daddy?”

“Of course.” He took her hand, and they crossed the road to the Exhibition Centre.

They were met with a rush of warm air when Rudi pushed open the door. He stood for a moment in the foyer, taken aback by the high ceilings and the beauty of the decorations. He had expected more sickly-sweet representations of the Santa theme. It was true the woman standing by the door to the main exhibition wore an elf costume, and the décor consisted of the usual red and green colors, but the artist who’d painted the huge mural covering the whole of one wall had done a superb job. It showed a smiling Santa riding his sleigh through a wintry night, with Rudolph leading the reindeer at the front, his red nose shining with sparkling paint. Behind them, the artist had painted the aurora borealis, which glowed with iridescent greens and blues against the midnight sky.

“They did a good job, didn’t they?” It was Eva, who had come over to stand beside him. “What a wonderful painting. I wish I could paint like that!”

He smiled. “Good morning.” She’d undone her duffle coat, and beneath it she wore jeans with a white sweater with a silvery thread that, matched with the red scarf, made her look festive and bright.

“Hyvaa huomenta,” she said, then grinned. “How did that sound?”

“Almost right,” he said, touched she’d bothered to learn the Finnish words. “Except it’s HUU-vaa not HY-vaa.”

She said it again, perfectly this time, and he nodded. nodded. “I’m terrible with languages,” she admitted as they entered the exhibition. “I just don’t have an ear for them. I have no idea how you can be fluent in two.”

“Actually I speak French and German as well.” The truth was he spoke English the best of his non-native languages because Vanessa was half-English, but he didn’t want to talk about his ex-wife today.

She turned startled eyes on him. “Good grief. That is impressive.”

He decided to think of more remarkable things to tell her so she would look at him like that again, a mixture of admiration and wonderment, as if he’d told her he had walked on the moon. “It is not so difficult,” he said, trying to be self-deprecating and not wanting to appear arrogant. “And besides, I am not quite there yet. I still find contractions difficult.”

“I noticed. You say ‘I am’ not ‘I’m’, for example. But you shouldn’t change. You have a lovely accent.”

He’d always considered the Finnish accent comical, hating the tell-tale musical lilt, and tried to eliminate it when he could. But her compliment pleased him. “Thank you.”

She smiled. “That’s a nice picture, look.” She indicated Oscar and Isabel who were sitting on a bench together, watching a cartoon about Christmas customs in different parts of the world. She removed her phone from her jeans pocket and took a photo of the two of them. “I’ll send that to Bridget, my mother-in-law.”

“Good idea.” He took one as well. “I will send it to my mother. She will be thrilled I have brought Izzy out of the cabin and into the big wide world!”
Woods, Serenity. Santa’s Secret (Christmas Wishes Book 1) (Kindle Locations 538-578). Kindle Edition.

The build up is slow and sensuous as Rudi and Eva find more than just friendship.

It’s not all smooth sailing though. Oscar has temper tantrums and Isabel has issues with her parent’s divorce.

With Oscar’s help, Isabel discovers more fun to go with her manners and they both discover there’s more than a little magic to the holiday.

A truly delightful Christmas tale with more than enough heat to melt the snow.

5 Contented Purrs for Serenity!

Christmas 2015 Blog Other Books

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!


Christmas 2015 Blog About Author

Serenity Woods
USA Today Bestselling Author Serenity Woods lives in the sub-tropical Northland of New Zealand with her wonderful husband and gorgeous teenage son. She writes hot and sultry contemporary romances with a happy ever after, and she would much rather immerse herself in reading or writing romance than do the dusting and ironing, which is why it’s not a great idea to pop round if you have any allergies.

newsletter - for blog

Christmas 2015 Blog Author Links

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads Amazon Author Page