Christmas Proposals
Her Christmas Romeo\The Tycoon's Christmas Engagement\A Bride For Christmas
'Hold the lift! Shoot, shoot, sh-ooot! Aargh!'
Her mad dash to get in the staff lift before the doors closed failing miserably, Juliette came to a frustrated stop. Except that she didn't. Stop, that was.
The three-inch stiletto heels on her knee-high boots, wet from the snow falling heavily outside, found no traction on the marble floor whatsoever, so that instead of stopping Juliette skidded unsteadily along the floor, an expression of complete panic on her face as she slid towards the closing metal doors of the lift, seeming to gain speed as she went.
In those brief few seconds—and she really couldn't have said how many—everything was happening in slow motion, her whole life flashing before her. And what a complete and utter disaster that was…
But at the very last second the lift doors miraculously stopped closing and began to open again— slowly, painfully slowly, but enough that she didn't hit solid metal after all, just fell into the lift instead.
Or at least she would have done, if one of the stiletto heels on her boots had ... read full excerpt from Christmas Proposals ebook
