Moonlight and Mistletoe
Shayna Miller gritted her teeth as she grabbed a handful of threadbare red wool and yanked at the hem of her borrowed Ms. Noel costume.
Good news—she managed to cover a bit more leg.
Bad news—her boobs nearly popped out.
Fearful any more tugging would shred the ancient fabric, she let the dress be and faced the mirror, frowning at the pregnant blonde reflected behind her. "This is going to be the first X-rated parade in the history of the Noel Festival."
"The dress isn't that tight." Lindy Monroe insisted. "Now, quit trying to change the subject. Tell me about Los Angeles."
Shayna had avoided her best friend—and this very conversation—since she returned to Land's Cross two days ago. Judging by the stubborn tilt of Lindy's chin, she wasn't going to let the matter drop until Shayna spilled the beans about the reunion with her birth mother, Patty Hoyt.
"It was horrible," she admitted sadly. "A huge waste of time and money."
"Her letter said she wanted to make amends." Lindy patted the bedspread near her hip. "So what went wrong?"
A resigned sigh shuddered through Shayna ... read full excerpt from: Moonlight and Mistletoe ebook
