Bah! Humbug! Jordan Christian has had it with holiday hoopla. The unwanted sympathy for her single status leads to unwanted would-be suitors as her relatives can’t seem to stop fixing her up with Mr. Never In A Million Years.
But this year, the wily bachelorette has a plan to outwit her family. With the aid of a singles’ ad, Jordan plans to snare a stand-in fiance. In return, she’ll stand by her man to fend off his relatives. For once the holiday season will be a time of peace on earth and goodwill towards man. Especially the man who will save her sanity! Jordan knows he’s got to be out there, and he needs her help as badly as she needs his.
Luke Foster dreads Christmas. The annual clan gathering always overflows with bothersome questions like “when are you going to settle down?” Jordan’s ad is like a Christmas miracle. She’ll fend off his family, and he’ll shield her from hers. It’s the perfect solution … until Jordan and Luke meet and find more than they bargained for.
For any girl who might have ever experienced Dates from Hell, this is the story for you. ” - The Romance Studio, 5 Hearts/Very Sensual
Yule Be Mine should be on everyone’s Christmas wish list. Charlene Teglia has written a beautiful Christmas romance that definitely deserves five hearts. I highly recommend this book to romance readers.” - Romance Review Spot
Attention all shoppers! Don’t miss out on this incredible new talent. Get in the holiday spirit with YULE BE MINE and get a copy today.” - Love Romances, 5 Hearts
YULE BE MINE is a laugh out loud holiday story that definitely made my holiday season brighter…YULE BE MINE is the perfect story for this time of year and I would definitely recommend this book to all romance readers.” - Romance Junkies, 4.5 Blue Ribbons
Copyright 2006 Charlene Teglia
Ellora’s Cave Publishing
All rights reserved
Seymore Walters was the last straw.
Jordan had put up with a lot from her brothers. She knew they meant well. She knew they loved her. She knew that deep down in their misguided and deranged brains, they only wanted her to be happy. But looking at Seymore’s sober face beneath a thatch of hair no artist could give style to set off by glasses that were definitely, actually taped together over the nose, Jordan realized with a chill of horror that it was never going to end.
They would never stop trying to fix her up with “the perfect man”.
And their version of the perfect man was Jordan’s version of perfect hell.
First of all, if Seymore had ever laughed in his life, she was certain he would have apologized immediately. She made it a firm rule that any man she dated had to laugh at her jokes. Then, there was his appearance. Jordan eyed him in sober silence and was unable to even comment internally.
It was that bad.
No, actually, it was worse. Because if Jordan didn’t do something, and fast, she’d be thrown together with Seymore or some other equally bad Disaster Date on every single hayride, skating party, dinner and dance of the holiday season. She pictured herself seated by Seymore through an endless meal. Even in her imagination, she couldn’t eat. A mortician just didn’t contribute sparkling small talk to dinner.
And his compliments; she could hear them now. “You’re looking lovely this evening. So lifelike. So natural.”
You’re a creative person, Jordan, she screamed inside. Last year you wrote two hundred different ways to say “Happy Birthday”. You need a plan. And make it good. Or Seymore will be by your side from Thanksgiving through New Year’s Eve, and you’ll have to kiss him.
The greeting card writer shivered at the very thought, and Seymore noticed.
“Got a chill?” He heaved a morose sigh. “Leona Watkins went like that. Pneumonia. That’s how it starts. Before you know it, death comes knocking.”
Death was already knocking, Jordan thought wildly. Death was closing in and choking the life out of her.
Well, not this year! It had to stop. And it was going to stop right now.
Jordan was going to give her brothers exactly what they wanted, and gain a reprieve from the Grim Reaper.
She was going to get engaged to “the perfect man”.