Book Heaven Wednesday Presents Snowbound with Mr. Wrong by @BarbaraWDaille #99cents #romance #bookb
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    • Nov 14, 2018
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Book Heaven Wednesday Presents Snowbound with Mr. Wrong by @BarbaraWDaille #99cents #romance #bookb


Title Snowbound with Mr. Wrong

Author Barbara White Daille

Genre Short Contemporary Romance / Sweet Romance

Publisher Entangled Publishing

Snowbound with Mr. Wrong is a standalone book in Barbara’s sweet romance series, Snowflake Valley. The book is specially priced at 99 cents at all online etailers, all through the month of November.

Book Blurb

Worst. 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.

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.

Excerpt

Lyssa frowned at him over the kids’ heads. Her cheeks had turned pink, and not from the fire, he’d bet.

“Hey, Santa!” The pint-sized boy in front of him tugged on Nick’s sleeve and grinned, showing several gaps from missing baby teeth. “It’s my turn first.”

“Well, aren’t you the lucky one?” He lifted the kid and put him on his knee. “What’s your name, little guy?”

“I’m not little. I’m five. And I’m Tommy.”

Nick nodded. “Okay, Tommy, what have you got in mind for this Christmas?”

“I want a bike.”

“Good choice. A Harley, naturally. Top of the line. You can get it customized with—”

Tommy shook his head, cutting him off. Two long lines creased the kid’s forehead. “No, Santa, I want a bike.”

Lyssa cleared her throat and leaned over Nick’s shoulder. He tried to ignore the subtle vanilla-and-spice scent that instantly reminded him of sharing cookies—her contribution—and a bottle of wine—his offering—in front of another fire.

“A bicycle, Santa,” she clarified. “You know, with pedals? And training wheels?”

“Oh yeah.” Nick nodded. He should have realized that himself. And, of course, he had to make the slip in front of Lyssa. It had probably only reinforced in her mind what she had claimed when she broke up with him, that their thinking was worlds apart. He focused again on the kid. “Tommy, that bicycle sounds like an excellent idea. Make a note, Miss Elf.”

A girl who looked twice Tommy’s age moved close to his elbow. Her frigid-blue eyes nearly bored into his as she whispered, “No, Santa. You’re supposed to remember our wish lists.”

“Sorry, kid,” he whispered back, “but the old memory’s not what it used to be.”

She whipped her long brown braid over her shoulder and frowned, even though he’d given her his best smile. His fake beard must have gotten in the way.

“Besides,” he added, “I don’t have my organizer with me. That’s why I brought the elf along.” He glanced up at Lyssa. Beard or no beard, he knew it would be a waste of time smiling at her. She seemed to be looking pointedly away from him. He turned back to the boy. “So tell me, what did you get your mom and dad for Christmas?”

“I made them a card at school.”

Nick gave his best ho, ho, ho. “Nice start, son, but you’ve got to take that up a notch. You’ll need to get them a gift, too.”

The kid’s brown eyes rounded like a couple of tarnished pennies. “But I’m only in kindergarten!”

“Santa,” Lyssa said in a warning tone.

Nick sighed. Even the Chief Elf himself can’t get good help nowadays.

Buy Links

Amazon Canada: http://bit.ly/swmw-ca

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/swmw-bn

Entangled Publishing: http://bit.ly/swmw-pg

Author Biography

Barbara White Daille lives with her husband in the sunny Southwest. Though they love the warm winters and the lizards in their front yard, they haven’t gotten used to the scorpions in the bathroom. Barbara also loves writing, reading, and chocolate. Come to think of it, she enjoys writing about those subjects, too!

Barbara 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. Sign up for her newsletter to keep up with the latest in her writing life: https://barbarawhitedaille.com/newsletter.

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