She hasn't always been nice...
Maggie is still marveling at the fact that the drop-dead gorgeous Regency hero of her novels--Alexandre Blake, the Viscount Saint Just--has miraculously come to life and is shacking up in her 21st century apartment. Unfortunately, the handsome rake is demanding more than a few heart-melting kisses under the mistletoe. For one thing, he's hellbent on being her protector, even though Maggie's made it quite clear she's no helpless damsel in distress. For another, he's made himself quite comfortable--in her bed. (Not that she's complaining...)
But she's definitely never been this naughty... What is troubling Maggie, though, is that ever since Alex turned up, she's developed this nasty habit of tripping over dead bodies. And when she receives an overnight package with a not-so-merry present, it's obvious she's become the next victim to be crossed off some homicidal maniac's list. At least Alex is finally feeling useful. Now if only he'd stop talking about making her his bride and continuing the family name...
"Maggie's wit and Saint Just's antics will raise the holiday spirits of Michaels's fans." --Publishers Weekly
"Outstanding."--Booklist on High Heels and Homicide
"Really good fun."--Romantic Times on High Heels and Homicide





