title: In Time for Christmas -- a Novella
author:  Heather Blanton 
description: I started writing when I was five; my first tale was a ghost story that my mom typed up for me on a Brother typewriter. Over the years, I have worked as a journalist for newspapers, magazines, and blogs. I have also spent decades in the corporate communications field, marketing everything from software to motorcycles. (Did she really just say "decades"?) I grew up on a steady diet of Bonanza, Gunsmoke, and John Wayne Westerns. My most fond memories are of sitting next to my daddy, munching on popcorn, and watching Lucas McCain unload that Winchester! I love exploring out West and would happily spend all my time researching and exploring ghost towns till the cows come home. I live with my husband and two adventurous boys on a farm outside Raleigh, NC. They enjoy riding practically anything with four legs or two wheels, and being outdoors.
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  HOT WINTER NIGHTS  
  
  
  A Racy Regency Christmas Collection
  
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  New Yuletide Novellas by  
  
  
  Tammy Andresen
  
  Amy Rose Bennet
  
  Heather Boyd
  
  Dawn Brower
  
  Amanda Mariel
  
  Nina Mason
  
  Christina McKnight
  
  Lauren Smith
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [COPYRIGHT INFO]
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  TAMING A CHRISTMAS WALLFLOWER  
  
  
  
  
  
  (Taming the Heart Series)
  
  
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  Tammy Andresen
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  DEDICATION  
  
  
  
  
  
  Dawn and Amanda, I don’t know what I would do without you.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  CHAPTER ONE  
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  Northumberland, England
  
  
  
  
  
  Christmastide
  
  
  Lady Amelia Chase stood exactly where she always stood at these sorts of
  events. Against the wall. Her mother, Countess Witherford, gave her an
  exasperated look of disapproval. Even from this distance, she could see her
  mother’s sigh of frustration.
  
  And she could hear what her mother was likely saying. “Amelia is pretty
  enough, almost a beauty. Why does she hide herself away?”
  
  She tried not to roll her