All I Want For Christmas....
Fallen Angel Reviews gave All I Want For Christmas 4 Angels:
"I loved this little read, and Ms. Jamieson's cast of characters added to this lovely little tale of love. All I Want For Christmas reminds us that Christmas really does have miracles."
Reviewed by: Rachel C.
Here's a little excerpt:
Erin was just popping more painkillers into her mouth when she looked up into the amused eyes of Dex Mitchell. Again. “So, anyone here that can help me out now?” he asked, eyes glinting.
She almost choked on the pills and took a big gulp of water, which of course dribbled down her chin and onto her silk blouse. She wiped ineffectually at it as she felt her cheeks grow hot and no doubt red. “Jason is back from lunch,” she told Dex, swiping at her boobs. “He does the payroll. He’s just around the corner.” She flashed a smile that she hoped looked helpful and confident, praying that Jason wasn’t sitting there with his feet on his desk eating chocolates and wearing the plush Santa hat he’d had on earlier.
She heard Dex go around the corner and start conversing with Jason in a low voice, and she slumped back in her chair. Why, why, why did he always have to catch her at her worst?
She was scrawling her signature across some vendor invoices a few moments later when Dex returned.
She looked up at him inquiringly.
“I hear you’re in charge of the party tomorrow night,” he remarked.
“Yes.” She was almost reluctant to admit it. What if the whole party bombed? It would be all her fault. No, it was not going to bomb. She’d checked and rechecked every detail with her usual thoroughness (or was it paranoia?). “Did you have a last‐minute addition to the guest list?”
He shook his head, a smile touching his mouth. “No. I’ll be there, but I’m coming alone. I just wondered if you’d arranged for taxi service to take people home.”
“Of course!” The company provided taxi vouchers for anyone who wanted them to make sure that nobody drove home after drinking.
“Perfect. Don’t want any unfortunate incidents at the holiday party.”
Erin shook her head. “No, of course not.”
At that moment, Erin’s phone rang. She grabbed for the receiver.
“Good afternoon, Human Resources, Erin speaking, can I have you?”
There was silence at the other end of the line, and Erin closed her eyes rather than face Dex. “I mean, can I help you?” she gasped.
A laugh came over the line. “You can have me any time, honey. My wife might not like it, though. It’s Carl in Research.”
“Hi, Carl.” Her cheeks burned.
“Just a quick question about the party…”
She dealt with his question then hung up and looked at Dex, still standing there, looking very amused.
“So, I guess I’ll see you at the party then,” he said.
She stared at him. Why was he making small talk with her? She smiled brightly. “Absolutely. I’ll be there. I’m going alone, too.”
Shit. Why had she said that? It sounded so lame. She turned back to her work again with flaming cheeks and bent her head.
“Hey!” Kayla whispered seconds later. “What did Dex Mitchell want? I saw him talking to you!”
Kayla was the only other person who knew Erin thought Dex Mitchell was a hottie. She looked up at her friend and grinned.
“He came to talk to Jason about some payroll stuff, and then he was asking me about the party.”
“Really.”
“He told me he’s going alone to the party.”
“He told you that? Just out of the blue?” Kayla’s brows rose almost into her hair. “Hmm.”