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It will take a Christmas miracle for two very different souls to find each other in this perfectly festive fairy tale of New York! Find out what’s in store for hopeless romantic Eva Jordan in Miracle on 5th Avenue.
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Midnight at Tiffany’s
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Hopeless romantic Eva Jordan loves everything about Christmas. She might be spending the holidays alone this year, but when she’s given an opportunity to house-sit a spectacular penthouse on Fifth Avenue she leaps at the chance. What better place to celebrate than in snow-kissed Manhattan? What she doesn’t expect is to find the penthouse still occupied by its gorgeous—and mysterious—owner...
Read on for a sneak peek at MIRACLE ON 5TH AVENUE,
the third book in Sarah Morgan’s fabulous new trilogy!
Miracle on 5th Avenue
by Sarah Morgan
EVA HELD HER breath and then heard another noise—this one definitely inside the apartment. It sounded like a footstep. A stealthy footstep...as if the owner didn’t want to reveal himself.
She glanced up and saw something move in the shadows above her.
Fear was sharp and paralyzing.
She’d interrupted a break-in. The hows and whys didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting out of there.
The door seemed a long way in the distance.
Could she make it?
Her heart was racing and her palms had turned sweaty.
She wished now that she hadn’t removed her shoes.
She made for the door and at the same time grabbed her phone from her pocket. Her hand was shaking so much she almost dropped it.
She hit the emergency button, heard a woman say, “911 emergency,” and tried to whisper into the phone.
“Help. There’s someone in the apartment.”
“You’ll have to speak up, ma’am.”
The door was there. Right there.
“There’s someone in the apartment.” She needed to get downstairs to the doorman—Albert. He’d—
A hand clamped over her mouth and before Eva could utter a squeak she’d landed on her back on the floor, crushed by the hard weight of a powerful male body.
The man pinned her. One of his hands was still across her mouth and the other gripped her wrists with brutal strength.
Holy crap.
If she could have screamed she would have done, but she couldn’t open her mouth.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe—although, bizarrely, her senses were still sufficiently alert for her to realize that her attacker smelled really good.
It was an irony that finally, after almost two years of dreaming and hoping, she was horizontal with a man. It was a shame he was trying to kill her.
A shame and a tragic waste.
Here lies Eva, whose Christmas wish was to find herself up close and personal with a man, but who didn’t specify the circumstances.
Was that really going to be her last thought? Clearly the mind was capable of strange things in the last moment before it was robbed of oxygen. And, having written her eulogy, she was going to die—right here in the dark, in this empty apartment, three weeks before Christmas, flattened by this gloriously smelling hunk of solid muscle. If Lucas Blade, the owner of the apartment, decided to postpone his return, her body might not be found for weeks. They were in the middle of a snowstorm—or a “winter weather emergency” as it was officially called.
The thought rallied her.
No! She didn’t want to die without saying goodbye to her friends. She’d found Paige and Frankie perfect Christmas gifts and she hadn’t told anyone where they were hidden. And her apartment was a total mess. She’d been meaning to tidy up for ages, but hadn’t quite found the time. What if the police wanted to look through her things for clues? Most of her possessions were strewn across the floor. It would be horribly embarrassing. But most of all, she didn’t want to miss enjoying New York City at Christmas, and she didn’t want to die without having amazing, mind-blowing sex at least once in her life.
She didn’t want this to be her last experience of having a man on top of her.
She wanted to live.
With a huge effort she tried to head-butt the man, but he took evasive action. She heard the rasp of his breath, caught a glimpse of jet-black hair and fierce, smoldering eyes—and then there was a hammering on the