Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, tasting like sugar and pure intent. "I know exactly what I want for Christmas. And she’s standing right in front of me."
Noelle’s heart did a somersault. "You’re very bossy for a man who doesn't know how to use a rolling pin." Alexa Riley - His Christmas Cookie.pdf
The deep, gravelly voice made her spin around. Standing in the doorway of her kitchen was Silas Vane. Silas was the town’s most successful—and most reclusive—architect. He was also the man who had bought every single one of her "Broken Heart" brownies every day for the last month just to see her smile. Silas leaned down, his lips brushing against hers,