When Virginia Keith’s ex shows on her doorstep days before Christmas, demanding half the equity in the Victorian cottage she’s restored from the ground up, she has no choice but sell the old Cessna her Dad left her. Suddenly, the holiday’s hollow promises of magic are driving her nuts. Thinking time away might help, she takes her Dad’s plane for one last flight. When a freak storm forces her into a crash landing, she wakes in the most sumptuous bedroom she’s ever seen, grateful to be alive. Question is, who rescued her? Nikolai, the too sexy to be real stranger from her dreams, or the bearded psycho freak dressed as Santa she’d from the crash scene? Only one thing is clear. Wherever home is, Virginia can’t seem to get there from here. And the more time she spends with Nikolai, the more she wonders if she really wants to. But in order to stay with the man she loves, she must first remember how to believe. TO MY READER: I’ve always loved the holidays but cold winters and I have never gotten along. At least that was true until Virginia and Nikolai’s erotic magic steamed up my monitor. Now I find myself longing for winter’s chill to be chased away by a Santa too sexy for his red suit and cap. ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Liane Gentry Skye was considered the girl most likely to become a nun in high school. Upon graduation, she wasted no time revising her destiny. Two marriages, one real life alpha hero and four beautiful babies later, she decided it wise to exchange her rhinestone thong for soccer mom sweats. These days, her walk on the wild side lives (mostly) in her imagination.