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Francesca Riley thinks she's going home for Christmas with a fiancé. Instead, two nights before her trip, she gets dumped over dessert. And the cherry on top of the top of that fruit cake is that the whole thing happens in front of her ex-boyfriend, Cary-the one who got away-and his very intriguing friend. When a blizzard hits DC and snows the three of them in at Cary's townhouse, one night becomes more. And feelings get involved. When their lust melts the snow enough to go outside, will any of them be able to leave? *sword-cross guarantee*

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Francesca Riley thinks she's going home for Christmas with a fiancé. Instead, two nights before her trip, she gets dumped over dessert. And the cherry on top of the top of that fruit cake is that the whole thing happens in front of her ex-boyfriend, Cary-the one who got away-and his very intriguing friend. When a blizzard hits DC and snows the three of them in at Cary's townhouse, one night becomes more. And feelings get involved. When their lust melts the snow enough to go outside, will any of them be able to leave? *sword-cross guarantee*
Autorenporträt
USA Today bestselling author Andie J. Christopher writes edgy, funny, sexy contemporary romance. She grew up in a family of voracious readers, and picked up her first Harlequin Romance novel at age twelve when she'd finished reading everything else in her grandmother's house. It was love at first read. It wasn't too long before she started writing her own stories - her first heroine drank Campari and wore a lot of Esprit. Although, she set aside writing fiction for a while, her love of reading romance novels stayed with her through college, law school, and multiple cross-country moves. During one long East Coast winter, she decided writing a book would be a good excuse to avoid braving the elements. It was love at first write. Her heroes are dirty-talking alphas, but her heroines traded Esprit for Free People. (None of them would turn down a Campari, though.)