The Moore Sisters of Montana
Ann B. Harrison
Christmas Glitter
Copyright © 2017 Ann B. Harrison
Valentine Kisses
Copyright © 2018 Ann B. Harrison
Doctor’s Order
Copyright © 2018 Ann B. Harrison
Wedding Surprise
Copyright © 2018 Ann B. Harrison
Kindle Edition
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First Publication by Tule Publishing 2019
Cover design by Lee Hyat at www.LeeHyat.com
No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
ISBN: 978-1-950510-94-8
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Christmas Glitter
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Valentine Kisses
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Doctor’s Orders
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Epilogue
Wedding Surprise
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue
More by Ann B. Harrison
About the Author
Christmas Glitter
Ann B. Harrison
Chapter One
A sudden gust of wind whipped into the office and Adam Clements winced, held the already glued stick in place and breathed to steady his hand. Another couple of seconds and he could let it go. From the moment he’d hit his home gym this morning at daybreak, getting this model finished for his father had been his focus. As he’d mopped the sweat from his face after a round of weights, he’d tried to visualize the end product. It so wasn’t his area of expertise but giving up wasn’t an option.
Should have put a stopper in front of the door. The idea had crossed his mind earlier but the weather was gorgeous if slightly cool and he’d not given it any more thought. Another gust rattled the Cherry Lake Commerce Award plaque on the wall and was followed by a resounding slam of the front door. He looked up when a feminine cry shattered his focus. A set of cobalt-blue eyes connected with his over the balsa wood project. A petite goddess stood holding one gloved hand in the other, a look of pain on her pinched pink lips.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize the wind had come up quite so strong. Trying to get some fresh breeze from the lake in here to get rid of the overpowering smell of this glue.” Even so, the strong chemical fumes hung around the office. He pulled his hand away from the model, quickly wiped away the excess glue from his fingers on a rag and strode toward her, holding his hand out for hers. “Are you badly hurt? I can take you to the clinic if you’d rather not show me.”
A wavering smile crossed her lips and she dropped her hands to her side, hiding them behind the warm winter coat. “I’m fine. Honestly.” Small white teeth crept over her bottom lip before a hint of a smile lit up her face again.
“But you’re hurt. I saw how you grabbed at your hand. Please let me help you since I’m the one at fault here.”
“I promise you, I’m fine.” She glanced toward his desk. “It’s really good. The model, I mean.” When she raised her hand and pulled the knitted beanie from her head, the honey-blonde curls tumbled around her face, settling on her shoulders like a soft halo giving him a better picture of the stunning woman that stood in front of him. She couldn’t have been more that 5’2” tall but her presence filled his father’s small real estate office. A sense of friendliness bubbled from her tiny frame, reminding him of an expensive bottle of champagne only just opened and ready to explode on his taste buds.
“Thanks. It’s a gift for one of the local kids that my father was halfway through making. He’s uh, not quite up to finishing it right now so I promised to take over for him. One less thing for him to worry about while he recovers.”
“That’s so sweet of you.” A small dimple appeared in the cleft of her chin when she smiled. Cute. It was hard to look away from it.
He brushed off the compliment and held out his hand once again. “Adam Clement. What can I do for you?”
A gloved hand met his as a frown settled between her perfectly sculptured brows, replacing the smile in an instant. “I was to meet a Mr. Clement here but I’m not sure I have the right man. You sounded far older over the phone.”
A quick stab of pain shot him in the gut, reminding him how close to death his father had come and the reason he was in Cherry Lake holding down the fort instead of being in Seattle. “That would have been my father. I’m dealing with the family business until his health improves.”
The blue eyes shadowed with a quick flash of anguish. “Oh no. That’s terrible. I do hope he gets well soon. Nothing too serious I hope.”
“He’s had a major heart attack and surgery but at least they managed to get to him in time. A couple of months of recuperation and he should be as good as new. I hope so anyway. I’d like to get back to Seattle sooner rather than later.” That had been the plan but it wasn’t
