Sold Into Marriage
Christmas Eve Paris, FranceHer footsteps echoing like hollow heartbeats in the biting cold, Josie Navarre raced up the four flights of stone stairs that led to her Parisian apartment on the Rue du Cardinal Lemoine.
She was in a hurry to get home. Maybe to eat the food she'd just bought. Or maybe because she didn't want anybody to guess she was all alone on Christmas Eve. As if anybody in the city really knew her or cared, now that dear, sweet Lucas had gone back to Texas for the holidays.
Josie pulled out her key and refused to think about all the houses in the city overflowing with children, families, gifts, music and food because it was Christmas Eve. She refused to think about her mother and her half brothers, who wouldn't let her come home to New Orleans.
"Not even for a few days at Christmas?" she'd pleaded. Not that she was really ready to face them.
"Not even." Arman ... read full excerpt from Sold Into Marriage ebook
