Standing back she surveys the job she has done."It does look beautiful, doesn't it?" Lyn puts her arms around Mary and Sharon's waists and they all smile supremely satisfied with the entire decorated house.
"Where is Bobbye?" Lyn looks at the clock on the wall that chimes hourly and plays holiday tunes. Garland and red ribbons line the fireplace and a cheery fire warms them.
Oliver calls them to look at the display of food he has worked on for days. Turkey, ham and a huge leg of lamb, sit next to a crispy Goose.
Mashed potatoes and gravy, squash casserole, string beans with a rich romano cheese sauce, cranberries, glazed carrots and corn pudding fill huge bowls. Cheese platters and crackers, little wrapped wieners, oyster stuffing, cornbread stuffing, southern style biscuits, yeast rolls, the tables overflow with succulent dishes.
Mulled cider, eggnog in sparkling crystal punch bowls, sit next to chilled bottles of Caberet Savignon wine and champagne. A special set up for Christmas Cane Martinis awaits the guests.
A knock on the door brings them all to greet Bobbye in her long red dress with its beatifully sequinned bodice, as she walks in and removes her faux fur wrap, closely followed by Linda, looking stunning in a gold gown. A dozen guests follow them in and all at once cheery voices fill the house. Smiles and chuckles surround Bobbye and more guests arrive in groups. Frosty air and snowflakes make a festive mood as decorated street lights cast a warm glow on the fluffy precipitate.
Lyn and Mary, guide Bobbye's guests to chairs and refreshment as Oliver passes out flutes of champagne and sparkling cider for a toast.
Sharon clears her voice and announces to everyone. "Please take a glass, we are welcoming Bobbye Terry tonight for her special release party. 'It's Magic", is gonna go through the roof with sales. Everyone please toast our beautiful guests, ignore the blush on their cheeks and wish the best to Bobbye and Linda."
She dramatically raises her glass and says in a loud voice, "Slainte! May you sell a million books and may your books all be best sellers. Let the party begin!"
Where does Santa go for vacation right after New Years?
Let the celebration tonight bring you the joy of Christmas and fill your hearts with Love.
Can true love exist between a man who believes a woman is capable of sticking a shive in his heart while making love and a woman who is convinced men think with only one head? Maxwell Magic, an eccentric mysterious matchmaker swears it can and he’s the man to provide the stimulus to make it happen.
Kasey Bell, feminist writer, and Guy McLane, radio’s famous chauvinistic psychiatrist, are his targets. Even with carefully executed plans, the road to true love is strewn with mishaps, mirth and money-hungry nighttime talk show hosts. Will Kasey and Guy risk their reputations by exposing secrets buried beneath layers of shame and self-doubt for a desperately needed big money pay-off? Or, will they claim what has evaded them their entire lives—a love that lasts forever?
As Kasey followed the stagehand, Guy grimaced. Damn. Why’d she have to have sea-green eyes and be a natural, sun-streaked blonde? He was a sucker for natural blondes, she appeared to be one. Unlike his ex, Helen, he suspected Kasey Bell’s blonde hair wasn’t found just on her head.
His gaze took in her tight ass and long legs. God, what legs Some men were turned-on by big breasts. Others by asses. Not him. He was a leg man through and through. And Kasey had the best set he’d seen in years.
Her dress clung in all the right places and was designed to make a man forget his own name. Not that it had a chance with him. Guy studied her the way a connoisseur would a fine wine. Vintage seventy-three. He took another long, slow perusal and shook his head. He was wrong. The body on this Cabernet Sauvignon came from a perfect year. More likely a seventy-eight or if he were lucky, a classic seventy-five.
He grinned as she smoothed the sides of her dress while continuing to cross the stage on her perfectly toned legs.
Definitely still corked. She hadn’t had a chance to breathe, yet. He inhaled sharply. There was no mistaking a good mellow grape when he saw one. And when squeezed just right, the grape was memorable. One to be savored, never gulped.
No question about it, Ms. Kasey Bell was premium sipping quality. First, he’d give her time to breathe. Then he’d taste her, a little at a time, a gentle swirl over the tongue, a teasing of the taste buds.
As he continued to examine her, Guy swallowed hard. From the way her dress moved and the lack of lines, she wore a thong and thigh-high hose. Her derriere was the perfect size for his hands to cup each cheek as he pulled her flush against him. He could feel her long legs wrapping around him. And then there were her delicate ankles. They were so slim his fingers could circle them.
The whole package was enough to bring a grown man to his knees. Especially one like him who’d been alone for last three years. God, help him. Because if he didn’t, Guy knew there was no way he’d maintain his cool while seated next to her on stage.
Guy snapped to attention. Standing before him were two lanky young men. “Yes.”
“I’m Josh Bell. This is my younger brother Jacob.”
Guy thrust out his hand and greeted each boy. “I understand you want to take some photos.”
“Yes, sir,” Josh answered.
“You’re our hero.”
Jacob frowned at Josh’s sharp jab to his ribs and Guy laughed. “What does your mother think of that?” He grinned as the two boys looked at each other, shrugged, then turned back to him.
“She hates it,” they said together.
“Dr. McLane, you’ve got two minutes.”
“Thanks, Al.” He turned to the boys. “We’d better get those photos taken.”
Guy started to move, then grimaced, again. Damn. He hadn’t reacted to a female this rapidly since adolescence. Back then, much to his embarrassment, all it’d taken was a slight breeze to get a reaction out of him. And at thirty-eight, the last thing he wanted was to look like a coat rack in some kids’ photos. “Both of you stand here,” he said, positioning the boys in front of him.
As Al Mack took more than a dozen photos, Guy wondered what it was about Kasey Bell that rang his chimes. They’d never met, yet he’d swear he’d seen her before.
Ah, well, he’d remember eventually. He never forgot a pair of legs, especially ones as spectacular as Kasey’s.