Elise doesn't feel like celebrating Christmas this year. A divorce has left her feeling more like Scrooge than Santa. But will the handsome, charismatic Nathan be able to change her mind? He may be just the present she needs this year.

Excerpt

With a sigh, Elise headed for the dressing room. On her way, she found a red dress and a blue one that were also her size and might be okay for the party.

She was so intent on the clothes in her arms that she nearly tripped over a long set of legs stretched out near the dressing room.

“Oh, excuse me,” she said as she looked up. She was momentarily struck speechless. The bluest eyes stared back at her.

“My fault,” the man said in a deep, smooth voice.

Not trusting herself to speak without making a herself look like a fool, she grinned and stepped past him. Ducking into the nearest empty changing room, she hung her dresses on the wall and leaned against the door. Her heart was beating faster than usual and she knew, without even looking in the mirror, that her cheeks were flushed.
It was the first time she’d felt alive since her divorce. For once, the hollowness had faded for a few minutes. The stranger with the sexy blue eyes had stirred something inside of her.

She shook her head, clearing the cobwebs. She was thirty years old and yet she was acting like a teenager with raging hormones. It was ridiculous to get so flustered over a man she’d only said a few words to in passing.
Elise pushed away from the door and started to remove her clothes. She grabbed the dress on top and tried it on first. The blue looked good with her complexion, but the dress did nothing for her new found figure. The red one wasn’t much better.

At last she tried on the black one. The bodice was fitted with a satin band under the bust. The thin satin piping along the scooped neckline gave it an extra elegant touch. The skirt on the dress was an a-line that stopped a good two inches above her knees.

She turned this way and that trying to get a good look in the mirror. Opening the changing room door, she peered outside. There was a three-way mirror near the entrance to the fitting rooms.

Elise quickly walked to the mirrors. She was turning to the side when her eyes caught the blue-eyed strangers once more.

“I think that’s the one,” he said in that whiskey smooth voice.

She blushed and looked at the mirror again. “I’m not sure the black is appropriate for a Christmas party.”

“It fits you perfectly.”

She glanced his way, wondering if the compliment was his attempt at flirting with her or if he was just giving his honest opinion. His dark curly hair was trimmed neatly; dark eyebrows only accentuated the blue of his eyes. Sculpted lips made her shiver, wondering what they would feel like against hers. Her eyes met his again.

“Maybe I’ll get it then,” she murmured, her voice coming out huskier than usual.

His lips tipped up at one corner in a grin.