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It has been four years since Trenton McNeil, Hollywood Heart breaker, found his wife in an uncompromising position with her co-star on Christmas Eve. He leaves without a second glance and decides to go back home to the Bronx and hide away. The Holiday season brings back a horrible reminder of his past. He wants no parts of it until he meets up with a family friend. Lauren Clark was left at the altar by her fiance. She wants no part of dating or men until her friend needs a favor... Pretend to be the girlfriend of her brother in law mega heartthrob Trenton McNeil so he can get rid of his ex-wife once and for all. Can these two pull off the perfect kiss...just one for the holiday? Can the joy of the holiday season unite these two lost souls?"
It was a very warm morning in June. Edna and her friend Dorothy Evans were sitting under the trees trying to keep cool. They both wore their thinnest morning frocks and had pinned their hair up in little pug knots on the tops of their heads. They had their boxes of pieces and were trying to make something suitable for their dolls to wear in the hot weather. "It's too sticky to sew," said Dorothy, throwing down her work. "Marguerite will have to go without a frock and sit around in her skin." "You mean in her kid," returned Edna. "Well, isn't kid skin?" asked Dorothy. Edna laughed. "Why, yes, I suppose it is, and Ben says we are kids, so our skin is kid skin. Oh, dear, it is hot. I wish I were a fish; it would be so nice to go slipping through the cool water." "Yes, but it wouldn't be so nice to be in a frying pan sizzling over a fire." "I feel almost as if I were doing that now. There comes the postman, I wonder if he has a letter from Jennie. We promised one another we would always write on blue paper because blue is true, you know, and that looks as if it might be a blue letter the postman has on top. I'm going to see." "I'll wait here," returned Dorothy. "It's too hot to move." She sat fanning herself with the lid of her piece box, watching her friend the while. Once or twice Edna stopped on her way back, and finally she began to dance up and down, then ran toward Dorothy, calling out, "Oh, there's a lovely something to tell you. Oh, I do hope it can come true." "What is it?" cried Dorothy, roused out of her listlessness.
Carolyn Wells was an early 20th century poet and author best known for mysteries likeThe Gold Bag and Fleming Stone Detective Stories
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