Christmas Cowboy Duet

Christmas Cowboy Duet
Marie Ferrarella

“Why should you go out of your way like this for someone you don’t even know?”

Whitney had to understand his motives. First saving her from drowning and rescuing her car, and now helping her find a place to stay.

“I did have a hand in saving your life, so that gives us a kind of bond,” he told her. “I also want you to be happy living the life I saved.”

The man was practically a saint. Excited, relieved and feeling almost euphoric, Whitney threw her arms around his neck and declared, “You’re a lifesaver.” She said it a second before she kissed him.

She only meant for it to be a quick pass of her lips against his, the kind of kiss one good friend gives another. But at the last second, Liam turned his head just a fraction closer in her direction. What began as a fleeting kiss turned into a great deal more.

Something of substance and depth.

The exuberance she had initially felt stole her breath. Her body suddenly ignited, and had his arms not gone around her when they did, she would not be standing up right now. A wave of weakness snaked through her, robbing her of the ability to stand. Forcing her to cling to him in order to remain upright.

She shouldn’t be doing this.

Christmas Cowboy Duet

Marie Ferrarella

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

MARIE FERRARELLA, a USA TODAY bestselling and RITA

Award-winning author, has written more than two hundred books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, www.marieferrarella.com (http://www.marieferrarella.com).

To

Dr Seric Cusick, the ER physician who sewed my face back together.

Thank you!

Contents

Cover (#u6a3cf25c-5ae0-52c7-9a36-661fe63bdbcd)

Introduction (#u90012932-095c-5d6a-affd-760149608d58)

Title Page (#u987fb7cf-90d7-598f-8c63-c2d150f839a2)

About the Author (#uaa90806f-6392-5eb8-8d24-b0b109f6912e)

Dedication (#uea732737-5331-579f-b84c-c9951ab2011e)

Contents (#u23b85e88-912b-58d0-925c-8dee48de98c4)

Prologue (#u3282d7f8-e964-5e9e-94a8-879a666161d6)

Chapter One (#u5c102599-229f-5a6b-8c85-d91f260dd503)

Chapter Two (#uaedc2bf8-ed4d-59cd-9fb0-103ecf936000)

Chapter Three (#u490eafbe-42c5-5755-888c-0c846e7f404b)

Chapter Four (#u113cc346-a30c-520f-99e9-740d4a7f9ff0)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

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Prologue (#ulink_65da3cf4-0b9a-504e-920f-9d8684ee92e9)

She’d never learned how to swim.

Somehow, there never seemed to be the right time to sneak in lessons.

Since she was born and bred in Los Angeles, close to an ocean and many pools, everyone just assumed she knew how to swim. It was a given. There were all those beaches, all that tempting water seductively lapping against the shore during those glorious endless summers.

But Whitney Marlowe had never had the time nor the inclination to get swimming lessons. Something more pressing always snagged her attention.

For as long as Whitney could remember, she’d always had this little voice inside of her head urging her on, whispering about goals that had yet to be met.