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Beth isn’t looking for forever this Christmas. Then forever shows up for a date with her twin.
Christmas on Smuggler’s Hideaway is my favorite time of year. There’s moonshine, pirate carols, quirky island traditions, and enough holiday chaos to keep me entertained until New Year’s.
Unfortunately, holiday chaos isn’t enough for my twin. She needs to create some of her own.
She discovers I have a date and decides to meet him herself. Apparently, screening my dates is now part of her sisterly duties.
Too bad she didn’t tell me.
When I show up, I’m met with a man who’s absolutely convinced I’m not the woman he’s been having drinks with. Nope. That would be my twin playing games.
He’s annoyed, but I’m intrigued. Travis is the first man in forever who can tell us apart. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s ridiculously attractive.
Too bad Travis is only on Smuggler’s Hideaway for Christmas.
Because one date is all it takes for me to know I want more.
Playing for Christmas is a spicy small-town holiday romance novella featuring instalove, Christmas chaos, meddling twins, quirky island traditions, a heroine who knows exactly what she wants, and a mainlander who unexpectedly finds love, family, and a place to call home. It’s part of the Steel City Seals series but can be read as a standalone – although you may want to meet the rest of the team when you’re done.
“You haven’t been catfished. But I have,” Travis says.
My brow wrinkles. “What do you mean? Catfished? I’m here, aren’t I? I’m not avoiding personal contact. I’m not…”
I trail off when a person waving at me from the back hallway catches my eye. My twin sister Anne. I groan and drop my chin to the table with a loud thunk.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter to the table.
“What exactly are you sorry about?”
“My twin must have found out about my date. I swear I have to change my passcode on my phone every week. She should have been a spy instead of a nurse practitioner.”
“Did you say twin?”
“Yep. Twin. I’m the older sister by one minute but try telling Anne I’m the older sister. She’ll lose her mind. I’m sorry. Anne has been pulling this twins switcheroo crap since we were in the second grade. I had no idea what was going on when I returned from the restroom to find her sitting in my seat at class. It all escalated from there.”
Travis leans closer and studies my face. “I see the resemblance with Anne but I would have never thought you’re twins.”
I freeze. Is he serious? Anne and I are the spitting image of each other. Except for the scar on my left earlobe. But that’s a story for another time.
“Anyone can see the difference between the two of you,” he continues.
“You don’t have to be nice and tell me lies. The date is over. I get it.” I push to my feet.
“Hold on. I never said the date was over. The date with Anne is definitely over but I want to get to know Beth.”
“You’re either the best liar in the entire world or you can really see the difference between the two of us.”
“Sit and I’ll tell you all the differences I see.”
I park my butt in the chair with such speed I nearly tip over. “Oops.”
