Snowbound with Mr. Wrong
Worst.
Day. Ever.
Day. Ever.
After
Lyssa Barnett’s sister tricks her into reprising her role at Snowflake Valley’s
annual children’s party, she doesn’t think anything can be worse than squeezing
into her too-small elf costume. Then tall, dark, and way too handsome Nick
Tavlock shows up to play Santa…and an unexpected storm leaves them snowbound in
the isolated lodge.
Lyssa Barnett’s sister tricks her into reprising her role at Snowflake Valley’s
annual children’s party, she doesn’t think anything can be worse than squeezing
into her too-small elf costume. Then tall, dark, and way too handsome Nick
Tavlock shows up to play Santa…and an unexpected storm leaves them snowbound in
the isolated lodge.
The last thing Nick wants is to
spend a cozy Christmas Eve with a trio of kids and the woman who dumped him.
But as much as Lyssa frustrates him, he can’t stop thinking about her. And
soon, he’s fighting very un-Santa-like thoughts of kissing a certain sexy Miss
Elf under the mistletoe. As Nick starts to fall for Lyssa all over again, he
knows it will take nothing short of a miracle to have Lyssa in his arms on Christmas
Day.
spend a cozy Christmas Eve with a trio of kids and the woman who dumped him.
But as much as Lyssa frustrates him, he can’t stop thinking about her. And
soon, he’s fighting very un-Santa-like thoughts of kissing a certain sexy Miss
Elf under the mistletoe. As Nick starts to fall for Lyssa all over again, he
knows it will take nothing short of a miracle to have Lyssa in his arms on Christmas
Day.
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Excerpt
“Miss Elf! Miss Elf!”
Lyssa’s arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed
by the children in the room. She smiled and returned the greetings with her own
cheery hellos.
by the children in the room. She smiled and returned the greetings with her own
cheery hellos.
The youngest kids gazed at her with
wonderment in their eyes. The older ones gave smug grins at knowing her true
identity. The adults smiled and pretended not to see her at all.
wonderment in their eyes. The older ones gave smug grins at knowing her true
identity. The adults smiled and pretended not to see her at all.
Suddenly, the loudest noise she’d
heard yet cut through the din. The bellow came from a sturdy, well-padded individual
with a white beard and a fur-trimmed red suit, who shouted his familiar “Ho,
ho, ho.”
heard yet cut through the din. The bellow came from a sturdy, well-padded individual
with a white beard and a fur-trimmed red suit, who shouted his familiar “Ho,
ho, ho.”
No, no, no,
Lyssa chanted silently. It can’t be.
Lyssa chanted silently. It can’t be.
But that voice…she could have picked
that voice out from among any Santas, anywhere. Her vision blurred, filling
with twinkling lights though she wasn’t anywhere near the Christmas tree. She
knew her face had turned as white as Santa’s fake beard.
that voice out from among any Santas, anywhere. Her vision blurred, filling
with twinkling lights though she wasn’t anywhere near the Christmas tree. She
knew her face had turned as white as Santa’s fake beard.
No wonder Amber had wanted a moment
alone with Miss Elf. Amber always rounded up the volunteers for the Christmas
party. She knew exactly who
was inside that Santa suit. The man Lyssa had met and played assistant to at
last year’s party. The man she didn’t want to be near now.
alone with Miss Elf. Amber always rounded up the volunteers for the Christmas
party. She knew exactly who
was inside that Santa suit. The man Lyssa had met and played assistant to at
last year’s party. The man she didn’t want to be near now.
Instead, she felt herself towed along
by her pintsized escorts, aided by the sea of children flowing around all three
of them. With growing horror, she saw her every reluctant but inevitable step
bringing her closer to Santa Claus, the jolly old elf she’d split up with this
summer. The one she had hoped never to see again.
by her pintsized escorts, aided by the sea of children flowing around all three
of them. With growing horror, she saw her every reluctant but inevitable step
bringing her closer to Santa Claus, the jolly old elf she’d split up with this
summer. The one she had hoped never to see again.
The man who—no matter what fibs she’d
told Amber—had well and truly broken her heart.
told Amber—had well and truly broken her heart.
Reviews
“There
is a reason Ms. White Daille’s novels are on my list of must read books and
this novel is a prime example. Treat yourself to an early present; pick up a
copy of SNOWBOUND WITH MR. WRONG today and lose yourself in a story that is
sure to lift your spirits and leave you smiling.” – Romance Junkies – 4.5 hearts
is a reason Ms. White Daille’s novels are on my list of must read books and
this novel is a prime example. Treat yourself to an early present; pick up a
copy of SNOWBOUND WITH MR. WRONG today and lose yourself in a story that is
sure to lift your spirits and leave you smiling.” – Romance Junkies – 4.5 hearts
“With
dashes of comedy, holiday fun and romance, Snowbound with Mr. Wrong is the right book to read this holiday season.”
– N.N. Light Author Promotions –
5 Stars
dashes of comedy, holiday fun and romance, Snowbound with Mr. Wrong is the right book to read this holiday season.”
– N.N. Light Author Promotions –
5 Stars
“Barbara
White Daille has a great sense of humor. Snowbound with Mr. Wrong is both funny and romantic. It’s a great combination
for a perfect Christmas story.” – Suzanne V. Reviewer – 5 Stars
White Daille has a great sense of humor. Snowbound with Mr. Wrong is both funny and romantic. It’s a great combination
for a perfect Christmas story.” – Suzanne V. Reviewer – 5 Stars
About the Author
Barbara White Daille wrote her first short story at the age of nine, then
typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth
grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis, with a
brand-new series from Entangled Bliss (Snowflake Valley), an ongoing series
from Harlequin Western Romance (The Hitching Post Hotel), and many more books
on the schedule.
typed “The End” to her first novel many years later…in the eighth
grade. Now she’s writing contemporary romance on a daily basis, with a
brand-new series from Entangled Bliss (Snowflake Valley), an ongoing series
from Harlequin Western Romance (The Hitching Post Hotel), and many more books
on the schedule.
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Thanks so much for hosting me today, Ruth.
Happy holidays to you and to all reading this!
I have this book on my Kindle to read…Looking forward to curling up on the sofa with it.
That's nice to hear, Kathleen – thanks so much! I love to curl up under an afghan on the couch, too, as soon as the weather starts getting cooler.
Hope you enjoy the book, and thanks for stopping by!