Table Of ContentHe loved her and gave her his heart, but hid the
truth about his past. Now, to avoid losing her, he
must seduce her back in his bed.
She is his soul…
The first time Michael Demeter spends a night
in a cabin with Amy, he knows he found the only
woman he wants to share his life with, the one he
wants to see every day and before he closes his
eyes at night. He gives her heart, his soul, but a
part of him remains a secret.
He is her heart…
Her boyfriend shatters her heart when she
catches him with another woman. She runs home
to grieve, to stay away. A few days before
Christmas, Michael shows up at Whistler—
breathtaking, flirtatious and oh so seductive. She
tries to ignore him, but love, Amy McLeod
realizes, is the most complicated feeling of all.
One cannot survive without the other.
Before Christmas, he will do everything to have
Amy back. He can’t stand another day living
without her. Will she accept him if she learns the
truth about him, about his past. He wonders if the
holiday season will work its magic and give him a
chance to show Amy a promised wicked night
before Christmas.
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Copyright © 2011 Tierney O’Malley
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Another Wicked Night Before
Christmas
By
Tierney O’Malley
Tom, this book is for you—again.
What can I say. I love you big.
Chapter One
Oh no! You’ve got to be kidding me. What the heck is
he doing? This man is a total nut.
Amy looked at the giant of a man wearing the
thickest ski coat she’d ever seen and black ski
pants, trying his best to stay on his feet.
I don’t get this man. What is he? Attention deprived
or plain stupid. And what’s up with the black hood?
And where in the heck is his helmet.
The man wore a close-fitting fleece Balaclava
that covered his head and neck, leaving only his
eyes exposed. She wondered if he was wearing a
waterproof jacket with ventilation. If not, he’d be
like a roasted turkey right now. He should have
worn salopettes like hers. An awesome one-piece
suit that she loved. It was similar to overalls, with
a front flap and shoulder straps. Best for skiing.
Most beginners or newbies or noobs as she
liked to call them often bought the wrong kind.
They thought ski pants and a thick coat would do.
Well, yeah. Kind of. It would help keep you warm,
but not prevent the snow from getting inside your
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coat where it melted. She looked at noob. He’d
landed on his butt so many times, she bet he had a
good collection of snow along his waistline now.
He should have bought an overall. My, just look at
that hood. He wore it as if he was going on an
undercover mission. Even his goggles were black.
Earlier, she saw him pull down the hood to talk
to people who happened to notice his struggle.
She didn’t see his face though. When the man
adjusted his hood again to cover his face,
something about what Michael had said about the
cold weather hit her. Michael said cold air triggers
his asthma. Maybe this guy was just protecting his
lungs. He could be asthmatic.
With as much subtlety she could muster, Amy
studied the man. He reminded her of Michael, her
ex. Of course, she’d never seen Michael in a ski
suit and he moved like a freaking robot. Yet, this
man’s stance that emphasized his height and
strong thighs were similar, though the similarity
ended there.
Where this man moved like a toddler learning
how to walk for the first time, Michael carried
himself with an air of self-trust, judgment, and
abilities. His movements were always swift and
full of strength. An aura of strong sex drive oozed
around him. To top it all off, Michael would never
do anything stupid such as taking one of the
toughest jumps in Blackcombe, like Couloir
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Extreme. He would never put anyone in danger or
himself. He was that—a lieutenant SWAT
commander with safety first in his mind.
The man planted his pole and just stood there
as if he knew someone was watching him. If he
would just stand there and not move, he could
probably fool everyone into thinking that he was
an avid skier, she thought. He looked like one of
those hot model guys in ski suits who were
probably as clueless as this noob when it came to
skiing.
Oh yeah, she’d bet her new push-up bra this
guy was a noob. If falling flat on his face two times
because he couldn’t keep his skis from
crisscrossing and losing his poles even before his
cute tush touched the ski chair weren’t indications
that he was a noob, she didn’t know what else
was.
He should go back to the lift and take his
delicious bum back down to the bunny hill. Sheez,
didn’t he see the two big Black Diamonds sign? This
jump was designed for expert skiers. And this
man, Amy could tell, was not even a bunny hill
skier.
She bet he still had the price tags for the skis
and outfit in the garbage can. Her friend Cara
could ski, but even the Devil’s Bowl, a run for
good skiers, was too much for her. This man
wouldn’t stand a chance. How in the world did he
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end up here? Whistler should really screen the
skiers carefully. If this knucklehead crashed on a
tree or broke a limb, Whistler would have to
rescue him, and spend time and money on him
when they could be using their resources on a
more important rescue missions—unavoidable
accidents. Unlike this guy who was obviously an
accident waiting to happen.
What a nut.
When she spotted him earlier down below, not
once did she see him glide. No, he walked on his
skis. And even with his waterproof shell pants
that looked expensive, she could see signs that
he’d been on his butt too many times.
It was hard not to notice him. By the looks of it,
it seemed he’d noticed her, too. Earlier, while
tying her hair in a bun, she felt a weird sensation
at the back of her neck as if someone’s gaze bore
into her skin. Sure enough, when she turned
around, she found Noob looking at her. Well, she
hadn’t been able to see his eyes because of his
dark ski goggles. Still, she knew he had been
watching her.
Now, what the heck was he doing up here in
this run? This was the last place she expected to
see him. He didn’t look like one of those dare
devil type of man who would jump in the water
before testing it. No, this man screamed I don’t
know what I’m doing!
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Amy made a show of adjusting her goggles
while waiting for the man’s next move. Maybe if
he saw how steep the run was, he would turn
around. If he didn’t, well, she’d like to see how
this guy would handle going down the Couloir
Extreme.
Through her peripheral view, she watched the
man walk with his skis. Jeysus, he looked as if he
just stepped on dog poop.
This’ll be interesting.
A group of Japanese skiers came kicking off the
powdery snow. All were eager to take the steep
run. Amy picked a spot behind them where she
could still keep an eye on the newbie. It really
wasn’t that hard since he was about a foot taller
than the rest.
Everyone was too busy to notice the guy who
dragged his skis instead of skiing on them.
Couldn’t this man see that he was so out of place?
Lord, he’d have a sore body tonight as if someone
whacked his torso with a baseball bat. Why, his
thighs must be burning now.
Amy sighed. She should applaud this guy
though. At least he was trying. Unlike her ex who
expressed disinterest in skiing although he’d
never even tried to ski. To Michael, it was
laughable to spend time on snow and ice wearing
coats. Ha! Yeah right. If she didn’t know any
better, he was just making an excuse not to leave
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