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Ginger & Spice
Ginger Montgomery and Sven Lindqvist spent one sizzling weekend together tangled up in the sheets in the height of the winter Olympics. When she found out the hunky blond dreamboat was that Sven Lindqvist, Sweden's barely legal hot-shot alpine skier, she royally freaked and fled before his skiis hit the slopes. The last thing this thirty-something single mom, with three teenagers and a long list of bad romance, wanted was to fall for the guy only three years older than her son.
Fourteen years later, Sven's found her again, and she's at the top of his Christmas list. He wants her now more than ever—tied up and gift wrapped in a bow.
Sven may have won the gold, but he lost the girl. After an injury ended his career, he put his next best asset to work: his hands. And once they touch Ginger again, he knows he'll never let her go. Sven's been a good boy this year, and though he's sporting a lump in his stocking, it's most definitely not coal.
He proposes a seven-day free for all. Seven merry days to prove their chemistry wasn't a fluke. That they go together like holly and ivy. Milk and cookies. Cinnamon and sugar. Santa and Mrs. Claus.
All Sven wants this Christmas is Ginger and spice.
It's up to Ginger to decide: this year will she be naughty or will she be nice?
Fourteen years later, Sven's found her again, and she's at the top of his Christmas list. He wants her now more than ever—tied up and gift wrapped in a bow.
Sven may have won the gold, but he lost the girl. After an injury ended his career, he put his next best asset to work: his hands. And once they touch Ginger again, he knows he'll never let her go. Sven's been a good boy this year, and though he's sporting a lump in his stocking, it's most definitely not coal.
He proposes a seven-day free for all. Seven merry days to prove their chemistry wasn't a fluke. That they go together like holly and ivy. Milk and cookies. Cinnamon and sugar. Santa and Mrs. Claus.
All Sven wants this Christmas is Ginger and spice.
It's up to Ginger to decide: this year will she be naughty or will she be nice?
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Tessa Teevan
44 books1,601 followersTessa is a twenty-something book junkie who's also obsessed with sports. She's a research analyst by day, writer by night, and married to her best friend for over a decade. If she's not writing, you can probably find her curled up with her Kindle and a glass of wine or cheering on the Reds, Bengals, and Buckeyes!
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August 6, 2020Coming December 2020!
"My mind went back to the first time we met at the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City. It had been a rare occasion when Kale was a senior in high school, and I went with a girlfriend to see what all the fuss was about. It was the first time I’d been childless in seventeen years, and I had a lot of catching up to do. I’d been in the city for barely three hours before Sven swept me off my feet. I’m not ashamed to say I spent three nights in his bed. Our affair was quick, passionate, and my heart was already starting to open to him.
And then I found out he was Sven Lindqvist, Sweden’s hot-shot alpine skier. Who was also twenty years old. I, who at thirty-five, had a son only three years younger, had completely freaked out and fled before I could even say good-bye."
"My mind went back to the first time we met at the 2002 Winter Olympics in Salt Lake City. It had been a rare occasion when Kale was a senior in high school, and I went with a girlfriend to see what all the fuss was about. It was the first time I’d been childless in seventeen years, and I had a lot of catching up to do. I’d been in the city for barely three hours before Sven swept me off my feet. I’m not ashamed to say I spent three nights in his bed. Our affair was quick, passionate, and my heart was already starting to open to him.
And then I found out he was Sven Lindqvist, Sweden’s hot-shot alpine skier. Who was also twenty years old. I, who at thirty-five, had a son only three years younger, had completely freaked out and fled before I could even say good-bye."
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