Three Bells, Two Bows and One Brother's Best Friend (Holiday Brothers, #2)

by Willa Nash

“Hey, Heath.” Don’t blush. Don’t blush. Please, don’t blush. My cheeks felt hot, despite my silent commands. I’d been fighting that damn blush for what felt like my whole life.

Stella Marten was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. And my best friend’s sister. I don’t get to think she’s beautiful. I’d been reminding myself that for years.

It was like a lightbulb had turned on. Stella wasn’t Stella, my friend’s little sister and the tagalong. Stella was Stella. Beautiful. Smart. Charming. Sexy. I liked Stella.

She was off-limits. Why did that make me want her even more? Of all the women in the world, why was Stella the one who tempted me? Maybe she was right. I was cursed.

“Stella.” “You keep saying my name.” “I love your name.”

There was no woman as beautiful as Stella Marten. And I’d been a coward for too long. A fool for not acting sooner. Now she was fucking mine.

“All of your midnight kisses are mine. New Year’s Eve or not. You’re mine.”

“How’s the jaw?” Heath shrugged. “Stella kissed it better.”