The Christmas Three Duet: Two Book Collection

By Chloe Kent

Book 1 of The Christmas THREE Duet

It's usually Andrea Dawson getting into trouble, but when her best friend, Lindsay Brenner accidentally breaks something sentimental that belonged to her adopted brothers, days before they were meant to arrive home for Christmas with the family, Andrea is ready to turn it into the most madcap plan of the century, with a guaranteed chance of working.

All Andrea has to do is disguise herself as a chauffeur, kidnap Lindsay's three brothers from the airport, and leave them deserted in a nice warm cabin for the night, while Lindsay embarks on part two of damage control.

Except Lindsay's brothers see through her disguise almost immediately and panicked, Andrea does the only thing necessary to save their plan. She strands herself with them in the cabin for the night before Christmas.

 

Book 1 of The Christmas THREE Duet

It's usually Andrea Dawson getting into trouble, but when her best friend, Lindsay Brenner accidentally breaks something sentimental that belonged to her adopted brothers, days before they were meant to arrive home for Christmas with the family, Andrea is ready to turn it into the most madcap plan of the century, with a guaranteed chance of working.

All Andrea has to do is disguise herself as a chauffeur, kidnap Lindsay's three brothers from the airport, and leave them deserted in a nice warm cabin for the night, while Lindsay embarks on part two of damage control.

Except Lindsay's brothers see through her disguise almost immediately and panicked, Andrea does the only thing necessary to save their plan. She strands herself with them in the cabin for the night before Christmas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chloe Kent
• Release date: Feb 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224475148

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THE CHRISTMAS THREE DUET

CHLOE KENT

Copyright © 2024 by Chloe Kent

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Dear Reader

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Hugs and happy reading!

Chloe

CONTENTS

Book 1: HER BEST FRIEND’S BROTHERS

Book 2: HER BROTHERS’ BEST FRIENDS

Her Best Friend’s Brothers

Book 1: The Christmas THREE Duet

Chloe Kent

Copyright © 2023 by Chloe Kent

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter One

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It’s not every day that Andrea Dawson gets to kidnap three grown men, but she planned to execute the task like a badass heroine.

The oversized men’s black suit she wore hid all her feminine curves from sight. With her hair slicked back and the rest of her dark tresses rolled into a tight bun at her nape, all she needed to do was add a cap to complete her disguise... as a chauffeur... named Percival.

Oh, and she had a fake mustache and a pair of leather gloves to add as well.

As long as she kept her head bent low and spoke in a deep voice only when absolutely necessary, she could totally pull this entire thing off in a heartbeat. She gave herself one final look in the full-length mirror and nodded.

They’re going to know.

Andrea tossed her gaze over her shoulder and glanced at her best friend in the whole wide world, Lindsay Brenner, who was stuffing her boobs into a sexy Santa dress before she bent to pull up the zippers on her thigh-high boots.

Also in disguise, Lindsay hid her blonde hair under a dark-haired wig and used enough makeup to entirely change the way she normally looked. Andrea barely recognized her, and they grew up together.

Lindsay’s part of the plan involved a bag of Christmas sex games and... a sedative. Well, three sedatives, to be exact, because her part of their master plan involved three guys as well—her adopted brothers’ best friends.

She turned toward Lindsay. None of the six of them will suspect a thing. Trust me. Everything is going to be okay. 

Okay, so maybe Andrea didn’t have the best track record for predicting the future, mostly because she was usually the one juggling at least two bouts of trouble, usually a crazy dog, and writer’s block. But this time, it was Lindsay who needed help, and Andrea was up for the challenge.

It better work, or I’m screwed. 

If we stick to the script, we can definitely pull this off and be home for Christmas lunch. Easy.

Right. Lindsay nodded, but she seemed only half convinced.

We got this, Linds. I promise. Andrea wrapped her hands around her friend’s arms and shook her a little. Those guys are not going to know what hit them. Seriously, there’s no way they’re going to be onto us. Our plan is foolproof.

It is, Lindsay said with more enthusiasm now. In and out. You kidnap my brothers and leave them in the cabin in the middle of the woods while I go and steal—

Temporarily steal, Andrea added. Because we’re going to put it back as soon as your brothers leave after the holidays and once we find someone who’ll be able to do an incomparable replicate.

Lindsay nodded. Right. Piece of cake, she said, bobbing her head up and down.

A walk in the park, Andrea added.

Like taking candy from a— Lindsay stopped midsentence when her phone buzzed. She quickly glanced at it. Oh, crap. It’s Courtney. She’s not going to leave me alone unless I answer.

Courtney.

Courtney Freaking Watson.

Hey Courtney, what’s up? Lindsay said into her phone.

Andrea couldn’t help it. She immediately pretended she was gagging on air and finished it by pretend-barfing. Just the sound of Courtney Watson’s name sent Andrea off the rails.

I’m so sorry, Courtney, something came up, and I won’t be able to make it, Lindsay said, frowning hard at Andrea’s reaction.

If Andrea was Superwoman, Courtney was her kryptonite. If Andrea was water, Courtney would be oil. She was not Andrea’s cup of tea, or cup, or anything for that matter.

She would rather catch worms with her bare hands and eat them than talk to Courtney. She would rather be stung by a hundred bees in the same place than be in the same room as Courtney Freaking Watson.

To say she maybe disliked the other girl would be the understatement of the decade.

Actually, I’m not sure Andrea would be able to make it, Lindsay said after a moment of listening to the girl on the other side of the phone. In fact, I know she won’t be able to come, so I wouldn’t bother calling her if I were you. I’m so sorry, but maybe next year. We’ll... I mean, I’ll definitely be at your pre-Christmas charity lunch next year, I promise. Talk soon.

Arg, Andrea said when Lindsay disconnected.

Okay, one day, you’re going to have to tell me the real reason you suddenly stopped liking Courtney.

I do like her, Andrea started defensively, as far as I can throw her, she finished off, titling her head unapologetically.

She went from really liking Courtney Watson to not liking her at all in the space of a conversation Andrea had eavesdropped on. And there was no way in hell she was ever going to tell Lindsay the reason for her change of heart, either.

She just started to give me bad vibes, but that is the least of our concerns, she said, changing the subject.

I still can’t believe I did such a stupid thing, and now look what we have to do. You’re going to kidnap my brothers, I’m going to drug their best friends—

"Okay, let’s not focus on it that way. I’m just going to temporarily reroute your brothers while you lull their best friends into a cozy, warm sleep, which they probably need, and then you’re going to borrow something from them.

There’s almost nothing wrong with what we’re doing.

Exactly—haha. Well, sarcasm is the mother of all fuck-ups, so there.

Maybe I should just come clean? What’s the worst they could do?

Never forgive you and then maybe kill you, and you’re too young to die; you only have two hundred and fifty-six pairs of shoes; that’s nearly not enough for a lifetime.

Facts, Lindsay nodded seriously. Okay, let’s do this, she said, picking up a big red Santa bag lined with white fur and tossing it over her shoulder.

That’s the spirit, Ms. Claus. Andrea clicked her fingers. She’d been overly enthusiastic, motivating, and