Cindy Spencer Pape
The company Christmas party goes awry in an erotic way when quiet accountant Shelby Carter is magically whisked into a miniature Victorian village with the boss’s gorgeous son Noel Holiday. Noel has always honored the policy against fraternization, but when he’s trapped for several days with sweet, sexy Shelby, he knows it’s time to start breaking the rules.
While exploring the enchanted surroundings, they delve into their deepest fantasies, even acting out scenes from a collection of erotic Victorian postcards. After all, what’s Christmas without a little magic and a whole lot of sexy fun?
Though Shelby’s crazy about Noel, she’s sure he’ll forget all about her once their interlude is over. But Noel has fallen head over snow boots in love with Shelby. Now he just has to convince her that holiday wishes can come true, and his devotion will last beyond their Yuletide Enchantment.
“Who the hell put me in a freaking corset?” she demanded.
“Probably the same sick bastard who gave me this starched collar.” Noel stopped his pacing and turned to face her. “Does this room look familiar to you?”
“No, I’ve never been in here before in my life.” Cautiously, she eased herself around until she was sitting on the green velvet chaise instead of lounging with her feet up. The tight jacket made it hard to move even her arms. “Do you know where we are?”
“I have a suspicion,” he answered. “But it sounds ridiculous. Look around you and tell me what this room reminds you of.”
Once she mastered the shallow breathing required, she stood. Things were still a little fuzzy, but on the table next to her chaise rested a pair of gold-rimmed wire glasses. Maybe those would help. Just for the heck of it, she picked them up and tried them on.
The prescription was perfect. She blinked and studied the room again. “Are those candles on the Christmas tree? Who’d be crazy enough to do that?”
“It was common practice in the late 1800s,” Noel said. “Still is in a few places around the world. Now look. What else do you see?”
“Victorian furniture, gaslights and really gaudy wallpaper.” After holding her hands out and assuring herself that actual heat came from the cracking flames, she crossed to the big bay window that fronted the room and peeked out the curtains. Her breath frosted the glass, which was icy to the touch. “It’s snowing. Snowing!”
“Exactly. I don’t think we’re in Savannah anymore, do you?”
“What? Where?” She whirled around too fast and tripped over her petticoats. Petticoats? What the hell was going on here?
Then she spotted the sampler on the wall across from the window. A cross-stitched sampler. Why had she just been thinking of that? Without planning to, she crossed to it and read it. “Enjoy the Holiday magic and don’t fret. You’ll be home for Christmas Eve.”
The room spun again as she realized that the whole damn place did look awfully familiar.
Noel crossed the room and caught her by the arm to hold her steady. “Figured it out, didn’t you?”
Shelby nodded, looking up into his piercing blue eyes. “Holy cow. We’re in the house, aren’t we? We’ve been shrunk down and stuck in the Christmas village.”
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