Santa for the holidays? Yes, please! JJ’s Knight’s SECOND CHANCE SANTA is an absolutely delightful (and seriously steamy!) holiday rom com that will have you wanting your very own Mack under the tree! ~ NYT Bestselling author J. Kenner
This endearing romance is the funny, feel-good romance of the holiday season you've been looking for, where nice girls get their naughty happily ever after. ~ USA Today bestselling author Blair Babylon
My Thoughts: Perfect!
Sweet, Sexy, Steamy, Funny, and Perfect! Second Chance Santa is a fun holiday
book. I love that Mack is a mall Santa
and does the job so well. I love that
Rory stayed true to her self-driven ambitions.
Mack, who was 2nd in his class just behind Rory, has a
successful career but has realized that there is more to life than just working
while Rory has not quite figured that out.
It was fun
seeing Mack and Rory reconnect. I like how
they jumped right back in like 2 years apart never happened. Their connection was intense, strong, and
true love. It took some time to find
their way to the love part but the attraction was strong as ever. Neither Mack nor Rory were ready to open their
hearts entirely but there was no doubt that their hearts belong to each
other.
This is the
first book of J.J. Knight’s that I have read but I have a feeling that the
Pickle family has a fun background and I will be looking for more about
them.
Rory’s tone is tough as she says, “It’s been a long time since I saw you last.” She pokes my belly pillow. “You’ve gone soft.”
“Maybe I’ve had a lot of milk and cookies lately.”
She shakes her head. “I never thought I’d see you like this.”
“Like what?”
“You were the best of the best! What happened?”
“You act like being Santa is the worst thing that I could do.”
She hesitates. My mind floods with images of her from a decade ago. Tousled hair in the morning. Sleeping in my bed. I’m not sure I ever got over her. “Are you in town long?” I ask.
“I live here.”
I control my expression. Rory’s back in L.A. and I didn’t even know. I used to know everything about her, including the exact spot that made her scream. I swear it’s the memories talking when I hear my own treacherous voice say, “Meet me this weekend.”
Rory’s about to answer when a sharp-eared kid yells, “What about Mrs. Claus?”
I don’t even hesitate. “She wants to see my North Pole,” I call out, enjoying the snort-laugh I get out of Rory.
The kids chorus, “Show her! Show her!”
Rory is losing it. She keeps trying to straighten her expression, but she can’t hold it. “You’re terrible,” she squeaks out.
“Same as I always was.” I lean close to her ear. “By the way, there is no Mrs. Claus.”
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