Quotes by Debbie Mason

You smell like you showered in gingerbread, he said, his breath warming her ear.Bite me, she croaked.His low laugh ruffled her hair. I might just do that. I really, really like gingerbread.At that moment, so did Madison.

He stood in the open door, hands planted on the roof of the Suburban. Ive never had a woman tell me I gave her nightmares before, but plenty have told me I played a prominent role in their dreams.

If Madison had a gun, shed shoot out the sound system pumping Jingle Bells through her office speakers. Instead, she bit off Rudolphs chocolate head and pointed a finger at the brightly colored, foil-wrapped Santa on her desk. Youre next, big guy.

Vivi held up the front page of the New York Times, pointing out the headline: The Grinch Who Killed Christmas.Way to go, Grinch,

She heard a low laugh and glanced over her shoulder, meeting Gages amused glaze. Youre trouble, he mouthed.No, Madison thought when she went all warm and gooey inside, Im in trouble.