Christie Ridgway

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Excerpt: Must Love Mistletoe

Fingers hovering at the switches by the front door, Bailey Sullivan glanced over her shoulder at the interior of The Perfect Christmas and wondered what would happen if she set Santa’s beard on fire. But the happy, arsonistic notion died a swift death. That wasn’t the answer to her problems. Surely the manufacturers of the […]

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Excerpt: Touch Me

When a man reclined poolside at his bachelor home surrounded by voluptuous, twenty-something triplets, only to discover he couldn’t think of anything beyond how quickly he could send them on their way—well, said man must be sicker than he’d thought. But Payne Colson wasn’t sick in the cold-and-flu sense of sick. He was recovering from […]

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Excerpt: Break on Through

Reed Hopkins shoved away from his desk. It was impossible to write about blood and fear, monsters and mayhem, with the scents of cinnamon and baking bread in the air. There was also the woman. He couldn’t smell her, but of course she was awake as well, in the bungalow just on the other side […]

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Excerpt: Love Her Madly

The fascinators were the final straw. Alexa Alessio’s fingers curled into fists just thinking of the miniature hats as she marched out her back door and practically leaped over the waist-high fence to her neighbor’s rear yard. Her strides ate up the well-trimmed lawn and she let herself into the kitchen, her temper as hot […]

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Excerpt: Light My Fire

The children of America’s premier rock band learned early to sleep through anything. Late night jam sessions, liquor (and worse) -fueled arguments, raucous parties raging from dark to dawn that were peppered with wild laughter, breaking glass, and the squishy thud of fists against skin. At twenty-four, Cilla Maddox had not lost that skill, though […]

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Excerpt: Take Me Home

One   Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. —JANE HOWARD   “It’s my party,” Cassandra Riley told her companions as she wiped a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. “I’ll cry […]

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Excerpt: Take Me Forever

One Love is like war; easy to begin but very hard to stop. —HENRY LOUIS MENCKEN   Driving from the shop by the beach to her home in the Malibu hills, Juliet Weston peered through the deepening dusk and weighed the merits of bathing in Super Glue. A dab would repair a fingernail. She’d read […]

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Excerpt: Take Me Tender

One A good cook is like a sorceress who dispenses happiness. —ELSA SCHIAPARELLI, FASHION DESIGNER     Slowly threading through the tables of the darkened restaurant, Nikki Carmichael refused to let a single tear fall. No, she wasn’t going to cry, though the night’s last entree had been plated and served two hours before and […]

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