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Jingle Bell Harbor (Bell Harbor, #3.5) Jingle Bell Harbor by Tracy Brogan
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“You do look dashing, darling. Very James Bondage. I daresay you’ll leave our bidders both shaken and stirred.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“You mean the Fifty Shades of Grey Hair Book Club?”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“Besides, Grandma’s home from the hospital and hosting her erotic book club this afternoon.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“Of all the Christmas tree joints in all the world and she walks into mine.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“in spite of the Elmer Fudd hat, he really had filled out nicely.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“You work here?” Well, I guess you can send a boy to college, but apparently he’ll end up right back in Bell Harbor working at the hardware store.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“Little Junior Hampton was called Little Junior Hampton because his father was Big Junior Hampton, and his grandfather was Old Junior Hampton.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“I’d actually kissed that face, once, during a game of spin the bottle when we were fourteen years old.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“My iBrain sorted through its mental contact list.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“I was a Christmas pimp. A holiday ho.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“That was pretty Grinchy. With a side of Ebenezer. I guess my misery wanted company.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“they were alive. Now they’re dying. They’re going to die a slow, agonizing death from dehydration inside a house with no sunlight while draped in gaudy tinsel. Then they’re going to be pitched out on the curb by people who no longer think they’re useful. What a waste. I hate waste. Honestly, Christmas must be an evergreen’s worst nightmare.”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“Maybe it was time to face the Christmas music”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor
“what woman doesn’t harbor a secret fantasy about a marriage proposal on the precipice of some active volcano?”
Tracy Brogan, Jingle Bell Harbor