Her Christmas Surprise

Lucy Darling

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Her Christmas Surprise

I'm not the sort of man who deserves a happy ending, not after the life I've led. But when I see Eve, I know I’ll need more. She lights up the world for me, like twinkling Christmas lights glinting off fresh snow.

When I hear she's being auctioned off to raise money for charity, I won't allow anyone else to win her. It has to be me, and when I win her, I whisk her away to my cabin and keep her all to myself.

But when my past comes knocking, Eve will have to decide if my sins are too dark for her to ever find her happily ever after in a man like me.

Her Christmas Surprise

Lucy Darling

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“One friend in a storm is worth more than a thousand friends in sunshine.”

—Matshona Dhliwayo

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

Home for the Holidays

Chapter 1

About the Author

Also by Lucy Darling

1 Marco

I take a breath as I stare at Snow Hills Town Hall. This whole town is lit up brighter than any Christmas tree I’ve ever seen in my life. Every year, they win some silly award over it. I know this because I make it a habit to be aware of everything that’s going on in my surroundings. I might live out on the edge of the town of Snow Hills in my secluded cabin, but I keep up on things that happen in town.

It has absolutely nothing to do with my need for control or the mayor’s executive assistant that moved here three years ago. I’m pretty sure she came here just to drive me insane. Eve with her dark silky hair surrounding her heart-shaped face. A face that I know and have memorized every detail of. I’ve never seen eyes as green as hers. Or lips that look so soft and kissable.

I toss that thought from my head. This town is getting to me. Kissable lips? Fuck me. No, fuck her. That’s what I want but deny myself from having because the reality is a girl as beautiful as Eve has dreams and goals in her life.

She’s in politics, for christsake. I’ve offed a few politicians and some judges in my hay day. I have no guilt there. I only started to question my past life because of Eve. What would she think of it? Not that it matters. She’ll never know about any of it.

I’d never be a man she glanced at twice except for the fact that I stand out in a room by mere size. Not to mention the scar that cuts across my face. The town runs with different speculations of how I got it. They’ll never know. The only person who knows is the man who gave it to me, but he didn’t live long afterward. That was my past. Now my life is consumed with Eve.