Make the Yuletide Gay
By Ivy L. James
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Junior editor Grace Taylor is doubling as the temporary assistant to senior editor Nicola Valentine…and harboring a secret crush on her. Grace is devastated when a work conference forces her to miss her big family Christmas. However, she gets a gift she doesn't expect when a snowstorm strands her and Nicola at a small B&B.
Nicola has no idea how to handle sharing a room with her gorgeous, vibrant assistant. As she learns to share her heart as well, her fear threatens the blossoming relationship. Can she let Grace in, or will Nicola's past sabotage her chance at happiness?
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Make the Yuletide Gay - Ivy L. James
A NineStar Press Publication
www.ninestarpress.com
Make the Yuletide Gay
ISBN: 978-1-64890-165-2
© 2020 Ivy L. James
Cover Art © 2020 Natasha Snow
Edited by Elizabetta McKay
Published in December, 2020 by NineStar Press, New Mexico, USA.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher. To request permission and all other inquiries, contact NineStar Press at Contact@ninestarpress.com.
WARNING:
This book contains sexually explicit content, which may only be suitable for mature readers, adult language, and the description of childhood emotional abuse and neglect of an MC.
Make the Yuletide Gay
Ivy L. James
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
For Allie and Liz
Chapter One
Good Sir, That’s a Lotta Snow
Grace Taylor, junior editor at Pembroke Press, had doubled as the temporary assistant to senior editor Nicola Valentine for two weeks now, and she had mixed feelings about the whole thing.
Pros of working so closely with Nicola:
1. It might provide an advantage when promotion time came around.
2. Grace saw Nicola’s beautiful, beautiful face all day.
3. When not seeing her beautiful, beautiful face, she saw her beautiful, beautiful ass.
4. God, she was beautiful.
Cons of working so closely with Nicola:
1. Grace had to see her beautiful, beautiful face all day.
2. When not seeing her beautiful, beautiful face, she had to see her beautiful, beautiful ass.
3. God, she was beautiful.
For obvious reasons, Grace kept these thoughts to herself.
At least she had the week of Christmas off. Some time away from the office—far away—might help reset her brain. There was nothing like her moms’ obsession with tinsel and oversized yard décor to get a girl’s mind off real life.
But right now, real life offered her a direct view of Nicola leaning against her oak desk during a conference call, and visions of sugar plums dissipated from Grace’s head.
The lamplight gleamed on the silk of Nicola’s deep-blue blouse, highlighting her curves, business tinted with pleasure. The neckline dipped low to bare smooth brown skin and a tempting shadow of cleavage. Her charcoal-gray pencil skirt fit tight over full hips and ass, and with her ever-present high heels… God.
Phone tucked between her shoulder and ear, Nicola traced the edge of the desk, her slim fingers tipped in short, gray-polished nails.
Grace sucked in a breath.
Those nails scraping on her skin, with the heels and prim clothes scattered across her apartment floor…
Not that that’s ever happening. Grace had no illusions about office relationships, casual or otherwise. It never ended well for anyone involved. Still…when she went home, no one had to know she fantasized about going to Nicola’s desk, with that silky shirt unbuttoned and dark hair loose, and pulling her into a deep, lazy kiss.
Late at night, the fantasy darkened. Panting breaths, exploring hands, parting legs…
You can’t think about this at work. She huffed and stalked over to the employee break room to busy her hands with preparing the morning coffees—one with plenty of creamer, one black. The beige office walls and bland cubicles around her did nothing to reflect the holiday season.
When Nicola ended the call, Grace opened the office door and offered her the second steaming mug. How’s your morning so far?
Nicola swigged from the cup, unfazed by the heat and bitterness. I just learned I have to cancel my holiday plans to attend a work conference that Craig was supposed to cover. So I’ve had better.
Craig Harkness, the other senior editor. Grace winced. That sucks. Is it at least nearby?
Nicola’s lips twisted into a humorless smile. Of course not. It’s in Maine.
Over a ten-hour drive away from their work in Washington, D.C. Oh, no, will you—?
And, of course, I’ll need you with me.
Grace froze.
Between the holiday and the late notice, there aren’t any flights left, so we’ll take my car. We leave tomorrow, return next Saturday.
Maine? For the entire week? Her brain threw up a blue screen of death, and she laughed. Sorry, what?
You can’t possibly have said… No. No way.
Nicola scrolled through something on her phone screen. I know it’s last minute. The company will reimburse you for any cancellations you have to make, plus our meals and accommodations, and you’ll get overtime. But you’ll need to go. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.
When she glanced up, she really did look apologetic. I know it’s not ideal.
Not ideal? Grace’s family. Her traditional Christmas. Her chance to get Nicola Valentine out of her head. So close, and yet so far away. I’m not sure I understand.
With a tsk, Nicola set aside her coffee mug. It’s the publishing conference of the year. If Pembroke Press isn’t there, we’re screwed. And Craig had some sort of personal emergency—
Her jaw ticked despite her even tone. —so it falls to me. And I need my assistant with me to help keep everything on track.
But I have to go? Grace had only been an in-office assistant so far. Scheduling meetings, answering emails, entering data in spreadsheets. Small things, relatively speaking. Conference of the year? What if I screw it up for her?
But she’d volunteered to assist, and she didn’t have the sway to say no. Not to mention the ever-looming mountain of college debt. I need this job.
Nicola stared at her with an are-you-stupid look. Well?
It wasn’t a question.
*
Nicola Valentine might, perhaps, theoretically, have not thought this through very well.
Which was unusual for her. Highly unusual. Growing up the way she had, she’d learned to think through every possible outcome and choose the best solution while still preparing for outside parties to fail her.
This made her successful in business. Unfortunately, business had stabbed her in the back by way of Craig-inflicted travel and self-inflicted personnel torture.
She’d noticed Grace, of course. Five feet ten inches of curvy redhead? A person would have to be blind to miss her. The problem was, Grace smelled good. Too good for Nic’s wellbeing. Light notes of vanilla curled her toes and pressed her thighs together. And Nic had closed herself in a car with her. For hours.
If that idiot Craig had given her a heads-up, she could have planned for this. She could have warned Grace ahead of time, could have bought plane tickets, could have done something, anything, to get herself through this conference intact.
But no, Craig can’t get his shit together, apparently.
Instead, she was trapped in her compact car with her assistant’s long legs and vanilla-tinted, plush curves mere inches away. The radio was set to her favorite station, Symphony Hall, but Nicola’s mind wandered to more interesting territory. To running her hands through those red waves, exploring all that porcelain skin…
She strangled the steering wheel, brown skin flexing pale at the knuckles. Maybe Grace won’t notice if I