It’s release day for Unwrapping Her Perfect Match! + a giveaway!

Sexy rugby players are like buses. You wait forever for one to come along, and then two show up at once. 🙂

Today “Little” John Sheldon is ready to make your Christmas special. John’s a big man with a big heart. He’s not suave or sophisticated. In fact, he quite often makes a hash of things, as the Brits would say.

In other words, he no stranger to screwing up.

But he steals Gwen Chambers’ heart, and believe me when I say that hers is a tough heart to steal. She’s been hurt badly in the past, and she’s very protective of herself. But it’s Christmas, the most magical time of the year.

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’Twas a week before Christmas, and at the auction house…

At six foot one, Gwen Chambers has felt like a giant her whole life. She’s a calm, capable nurse saving lives in a busy London hospital, but healthy men give her heart palpitations. When larger-than-life rugby player “Little” John Sheldon convinces her to bid on him in his team’s fundraising auction, she discovers how pleasurable heart palpitations can be.

A rugby player was stirring, with desire no one could douse…

John has wanted Gwen since he first saw her, but when he’s injured in a match just before Christmas he suddenly needs her too. Not only can the sexy nurse help him recover, but she might be able to help him look after his daughter—a shy ten-year-old who speaks only French.

But will it be a Happy Christmas for all, and for all a good night?

From decorating the Christmas tree to ice skating at the Tower of London, Gwen helps father and daughter open up and bond with each other—and she bonds right along with them. But when John’s agent calls with a life-changing offer, Gwen has to decide how far she’s willing to go for her perfect match. Will their first Noël also be their last?

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Read Chapter One

Excerpt

Here’s an excerpt from Chapter Two, after Gwen buys John in an auction and she makes secret plans to take him on a date. Enjoy!

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Nervous energy zipped through Gwen as her Tube train screeched its way into Angel. She hated, hated being late, but a bus accident had kept her rushing around at work far later than she’d planned. She’d barely had time to change her clothes, throwing on her best woolen skirt and a jumper before running out of the hospital. ’Twas the season of heavy layers and too many people on the Tube, making her sweat just as much as the anticipation of seeing John again.

How could one big man make her this jumpy?

When the train’s doors opened, she and a hundred other Londoners poured onto the Underground platform and boarded the steep escalator to freedom. A blast of cold air hit her hot cheeks as she crested the top.

And there he was, looking massive and intimidating in a thick winter coat, leaning against the exit with his wooly cap pulled low over his forehead—and a bouquet of roses in his hands.

Her tummy tightened. The last time someone had given her flowers…

He’s not Adam.

She took a deep breath and walked toward him. He seemed to notice her straightaway, a broad smile transforming his face. “You made it.”

“I’m so sorry I’m late. There was a bus accident—”

He blanched and clasped her arm. “Jesus. Are you all right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I forgot you didn’t know. I’m a nurse.”

His body practically wilted. “Oh. Thank God. I mean…was anyone badly hurt?”

“Everyone was stable by the time I left.”

“Good. That must be a tough job.”

“It’s challenging, but I like it. And I make sure I do plenty of fun things to keep me balanced. Like tonight’s plan, for example.”

He leaned closer and gave her a conspiratorial grin. “Want to tell me what we’re doing?”

“If I did, you’d probably jump over everyone here in your rush to get away.”

He stroked the pad of his thumb across her cheek, the coolness of his touch so surprising against her overheated skin that she shivered. “I’m not running away, Gwen. Even if we end up at a male strip club.”

She coughed. “Um, excuse me?”

“I saw Tess today. She kept looking at me and laughing her arse off. So I’m making guesses here about what we’re doing.”

“Not that. Ever.”

“Just saying—I can scream ‘Take it off!’ with the best of them.”