His housekeeper, or his Christmas present?
Unexpectedly homeless for the festive season, and exhausted from transforming the penthouse of the hotel where she works into a dazzling winter wonderland, chambermaid Evie Anderson secretly sleeps over. Woken by an outrageously sensual kiss, Evie feels her body come alive…until she realises her seducer is Rio Zaccarelli, her dangerously attractive new boss!
This Christmas, it’s imperative Rio’s reputation appears spotless – but innocently enticing Evie is a temptation he can’t resist! Their scorching chemistry leads to twelve nights of endless pleasure. But will it last once the decorations come down?
Title: THE TWELVE NIGHTS OF CHRISTMAS
Author: Sarah Morgan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Harlequin Books, Harlequin Presents
Year of release: 2010, November 2
Format: Mass Market Paperback
Source: Received from the author for review.
“I never thought this moment would come, Pietro. Let’s celebrate.”
– the whole part when Rio finds Evie in the Penthouse suite till he railroads her into a fake engagement > awesome proof of Sarah Morgan’s writing talent
– the dancing at the charity party > loved inebriated Evie and how Rio had trouble resisting her
– the scene where Rio tells Evie what the ‘deal’ is > an unpredictable twist on the book that was excellently set up.
– Rio’s Christmas surprise for Evie > I was already emotional because of the previous scenes but this one brought a lump to my throat and made me wipe a tear.
Salvatorio ‘Rio’ Zaccarelli is arrogant, quick-witted and cynical. But he has his reasons, as Harlequin Presents’ alpha heroes always do! When I found out his reasons I was touched deeply. It wasn’t what I was expecting from reading the start of the story.
Evelyn ‘Evie’ Anderson, is feisty, a little insecure about her looks and challenging: she doesn’t accept Rio’s decisions without a fight or a comeback and has a dry sense of humor which makes her disarming. She’s like a breath of fresh air and speaks her mind.
Sarah Morgan has a knack for the vibe that Harlequin Presents is known for: The arrogant, ruthless tycoon who is brought to his knees by the girl-next-door type woman. I absolutely loved the chemistry between Evie and Rio! The dialogues are awesome and show Sarah Morgan’s talent for verbal sparring at its best.
The emotional impact I’ve come to expect from Sarah Morgan’s presents was definitely there in THE TWELVE NIGHTS OF CHRISTMAS. And it was even greater than in other books as the circumstances Evie was in at the beginning of the book hit home with me and I saw parallels in how I met my hubby and the love of my life. He isn’t a tycoon like Evie’s Rio but I definitely wouldn’t be where I am now if it weren’t for him. The way I could relate to that element in the book definitely influenced my enjoyment of it, in a positive way!
“(…) My advice as a friend who knows you? Find an isolated ski lodge and lock yourself away. No liaisons with women, no kiss and tell stories–for the time being, sex is off the agenda.”
Rio who hadn’t gone ten days without sex since he lost his virginity, kept his face expressionless. (…) Pietro put down the menu and picked up his glass, a hint of a smile on his face. “I have a feeling this will be the hardest thing you’ve ever done. Go somewhere there are no women. I hear Antartica is sparsely populated at this time of year.”
“Memory returning?” He was so arrogantly sure of himself that Evie bristled and decided that there was no way she was confessing she thought the lights were part of the firework display set off in her body by his incredible kiss. His monumentally overinflated ego obviously didn’t need any help from her.
His jaw tensed. “I find you attractive. Why the hell do you think I kissed you in the first place?”
“Because you have an abnormal sex drive and you can’t resist anyone naked?”
“You’re right. Let’s go.” Seriously disconcerted by the fact that she was so together while he was locked in the savage grip of rampaging hormones, he faced the lowering fact, that had she not stopped him, he would have tumbled her onto the rug in front of the fire and followed his instincts with no thought for anything except the demands of his own super-sized libido.
After two of the most intoxicating, arousing, exciting minutes of his life, he lifted his head fractionally and tried to regain his balance. The kiss had done nothing except make him crave more. The wanted to touch and taste–he wanted to bury his face in her hair and feast on her body.
The storm inside was fierce and furious, raging through her like a wild beast ready to burn up everything it touched. What they shared was primitive and elemental and she knew deep down in the very fiber of her being that nothing was ever going to be the same again.
Rio fought the desire to roll her in the snow and warm her up in the most basic way known to men.