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    Add A Little Mistletoe: Born to Fly, #5
    Add A Little Mistletoe: Born to Fly, #5
    Add A Little Mistletoe: Born to Fly, #5
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    Add A Little Mistletoe: Born to Fly, #5

    By Aliyah Burke

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    Aspen Townsend was home for the holidays. She had a great job and wonderful friends. This holiday season, thanks to the disobedience of a young boy, Aspen was also reunited with a man from her past who bore silver eyes.

    Facing his first Christmas season out of the rodeo circuit in many years, Colt Larkin wasn't exactly looking forward to spending the holidays in the sleepy little town where he grew up. Until, he came face to face with the beauty he had thought about since high school. Unfortunately, she seemed to harbor an intense dislike for him.

    Can he convince her of the truth, or will the lie she has believed for the past twenty years keep them apart?

    It happened once before, so perhaps all they need to do, to find their holiday hearts together again is

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    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSensual Romance Publishing
    Release dateJun 20, 2019
    ISBN9781393298649
    Add A Little Mistletoe: Born to Fly, #5
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    Aliyah Burke

    USA Today bestselling author Aliyah Burke is an avid reader and is never far from pen and paper (or the computer). She is happily married to a career military man. They are owned by six Borzoi. She spends her days at the day job, writing, and working with her dogs.

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      Add A Little Mistletoe - Aliyah Burke

      Add A Little Mistletoe

      1st Edition Copyright © 2007 Aliyah Burke

      2nd Edition Copyright © 2018 Aliyah Burke

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      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by an information storage and retrieval system-except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in a magazine, newspaper, or on the Web-without permission in writing from the publisher or author. The unauthorized replication or allocation of any copyrighted work is illegal. File sharing is an international crime, prosecuted by the United States Department of Justice and the United States Border Patrol, Division of Cyber Crimes, in partnership with Interpol. Copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is punishable by up to five years in federal prison, a fine of $250,000 per reported instance, and seizure of computers.

      This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is coincidental. All trademarks, service marks, registered trademarks, and registered service marks are the property of their respective owners and are used herein for identification purposes only.

      Published by: Sensual Romance Publishing

      Add A Little Mistletoe

      By

      Aliyah Burke

      Blurb

      Aspen Townsend was home for the holidays. She had a great job and wonderful friends. This holiday season, thanks to the disobedience of a young boy, Aspen was also reunited with a man from her past who bore silver eyes.

      Facing his first Christmas season out of the rodeo circuit in many years, Colt Larkin wasn’t exactly looking forward to spending the holidays in the sleepy little town where he grew up. Until, he came face to face with the beauty he had thought about since high school. Unfortunately, she seemed to harbor an intense dislike for him.

      Can he convince her of the truth, or will the lie she has believed for the past twenty years keep them apart?

      It happened once before, so perhaps all they need to do, to find their holiday hearts together again is

      Add A Little Mistletoe...

      Dedication

      To those who have had to come home to find what they needed, never doubt your worth. Valan, you will always be my Valor! Miss you every day.

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      About the Author

      Additional Books by Aliyah Burke

      Chapter One

      Black Friday

      Bye, Hon, the woman spoke in a voice loud enough to carry over the noise of the crowd. And it was raucous. Keeping her hands tight on her children and purchases, she leaned in to give her friend a kiss. Thanks for coming and meeting with me.

      Aspen Townsend returned the kiss. "Drive carefully. And you’re welcome. I have a bit more shopping to do. Although, I wouldn’t have come on the busiest shopping day of the year. Black Friday indeed. She kissed the kids. Bye, you two."

      Bye, Auntie Aspen, the twins chortled as they waved chubby hands in her direction.

      Kelly Pratt smiled at her childhood friend. Aspen knew she had changed from the bookworm she had been when she went off to that California college, USC to most. But now she was home, back where she—according to what Kelly told her repeatedly—belonged.

      Later, Aspen. Kelly began to turn her kids toward the exit. She stopped and faced her friend again. Oh, I almost forgot, she said mysteriously. Aspen waited for her to continue. "He came back to town this week."

      She furrowed her brow not following this mysterious claim. "What are you talking about? Or rather who are you talking about?"

      Maneuvering so she was right by Aspen’s ear, Kelly leaned in closer, her dark eyes shifting side-to-side as if expecting the devil to jump out at her admission. Colt Larkin, she said, as if it were not only newsworthy, but heart-stopping.

      To some it may have been. To Aspen Lajoia Townsend, it was terrifying, for many different reasons. Swallowing hard, she blinked and said, Who cares?

      The gleam in Kelly’s eyes told her she didn’t believe the careless attitude. Just thought you would want to know, you know, before you run into him in town. It’s not big. You know you’ll see him. She smiled. I have to go. Talk to you tonight. A quick wave and Kelly and her twins were gone.

      Aspen ran a trembling hand over her face before squaring her shoulders and walking on. She wasn’t about to let the memory of one embarrassing incident bring her down. Straightening her immaculate oatmeal suit, Aspen stepped onto the escalator and let it take her up to the next level. Four hours later, Aspen was ready to fall over. The crowds were horrendous and the attitudes worse. But she was done with her shopping.

      Finally.

      Readjusting her purchases, Aspen stopped to look at a dress she thought her mother might like, it was pale pink in color. Bracing most of her weight on one hip, she mentally ran through her finances to see if she could finagle it.

      Aspen knew she could afford the dress. She had a well-paying job and was one of the top professionals in her field. Without further thought, she walked into the store to purchase the dress. The woman gave her a stressed-out smile as she bagged up the sale.

      Thank you, Aspen said in a gentle voice.

      You’re welcome and Happy Holidays! the saleswoman responded with real emotion.

      And to you. Aspen gave her a smile as she added the bag to her extensive collection. Now, it’s time to go home.

      Moving briskly through the ever-growing throng of people, Aspen stopped to wait for a group of elderly people. She might be tired, but shoving through her elders was simply not done.

      Suddenly she was hit from the side around knee level. Righting herself, Aspen glanced down to see a cherub-faced, towheaded little boy holding onto her leg. His face and hands were covered in chocolate, which was transferring to her lighter-colored suit.

      You have got to be shittin’ me! What did I do?

      She estimated his age to be four or five. He had big blue eyes that sparkled as he looked at her and grinned, showing off his missing front tooth.

      Hi, he bubbled, totally at ease with her.

      Forcing back her anger, Aspen looked around for his parents. Nothing. No one seemed to be looking for him, a bit of a shock considering the size of the area and the number of people.

      Hello, she said, trying not to wince as the sticky, warm chocolate made its way to her skin.

      You’re pretty.

      Despite the situation, Aspen grinned. Thank you. She shifted her leg to try and get him to let go. He did with one hand, but the other wound tighter in her pant leg. Where are your folks?

      The boy sighed and stood smiling up at her with his smeared chocolate face.

      Okay, then, Aspen mumbled.

      Unca. Unca! the boy yelled at a person who was striding toward them. The look on the man’s face was near to panic.

      αβ

      The childish voice rang over the rest of the noise inside the Mall of America. Heaving a sigh, he lasered in on where the sound came from.

      His heart still hammered harder than when he climbed on the back of a two-thousand-pound bull in a chute.

      It was bedlam in here. No one in their right mind would go shopping the day after Thanksgiving, especially here. That would explain why he was here. Too many jarring hits from a bull. Or the batting of eyes from his baby sister.

      She’d panicked the moment when he’d come back with ice cream

      He’d cried off to pick up a surprise and had come back to bedlam. His nephew had vanished.

      Heading the same direction, he had been, Colt felt a huge wave of relief flow through him.

      Dale stood next to a woman, his face and hands covered in the remains of his ice cream and now the leg of the woman. One chubby hand was clenched to the material of her pants, the other waving at him.

      Oh, Jesus, Dale, Colt said, dropping to his knees and hugging his nephew, mindless of the stickiness smearing him. You scared us. What were you thinking running off like that?

      She’s pretty, the cheerful answer came.

      Pulling back from his nephew, Colt took the time to look up. She stood silent amongst the overwhelming noise of the mall. His eyes moved over her face and he could tell by the muscle jumping in her jaw she was pissed. Who would blame her? Her suit was ruined.

      He paused and ran back over her body. He took stock of her five-foot-six-inch frame. If he guessed, she was one hundred twenty pounds and she carried it brilliantly. Lots of curves in all the right places. High cheekbones set off her mocha-colored face, giving it an almost haughty look.

      Thick black hair fell around her shoulders. She had light brown eyes, which right now sparked with anger. As his gaze ran down over her full chest, smaller waist, ample hips and down to her feet and back up he was met with one arched brow.

      Dale was right. She was very pretty. And very familiar.

      αβ

      The moment the boy yelled out for the man; Aspen felt her temper rising again. It was insane to allow your child to get away from you, especially during this time of year. Some of her anger dissipated as she witnessed the relief, he had over finding the child.

      When he finally acknowledged her, she was stunned by the eyes that stared at her. Liquid silver. She had been taken in by a pair of them before. As his gaze moved over her body, Aspen felt herself respond to his blatant appraisal. Tamping it back under control she waited for him to stop taking her measurements and look in her eyes again.

      I take it he belongs to you, Aspen stated.

      Why is my voice so deep?

      Standing with one effortless motion, the man smiled at her before lifting the child into his arms. In a way, yes. The response was smooth and deep.

      Aspen looked at the man before her. Hell’s Bells. He was tall, over six feet. Solid tanned muscle

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