Wishing on Mistletoe Mountain

** Cupid Romance Series **

When Rebecca St. Claire turns down a proposal of marriage to a potential senator in public, she is thrust into the limelight. Thanks to neighbor, Dr. Zane Forrest, she has an instant rebound man at her side, ready to help. However, the 'rebound man' status changes to something deeper when cupids intervene, making the couple closer while playing a cupid competition.

Rebecca and Zane have to flee to Mistletoe Mountain, where strange things seem to happen to those who live around it.

If they end up together, it'll be a miracle not only for the humans, but also for the cupids who've been playing with love.

Excerpt

"Santa's beard against his red suit… Beautiful bride, dressed all in white…"

People wearing red and green ugly sweaters donning blinking headbands processed into the restaurant. The sound of their voices rang off-key with a Christmas and a wedding song at the same time. It was pretty awful.

A bad flash mob? It was the strangest thing Rebecca St. Claire had ever seen or heard. Why would anyone ever mix those two songs unless they were having a Christmas wedding? She wasn't even close to planning a wedding. Her boyfriend, Donald Joseph, III, was running for the U.S. Senate. He'd graduated from college seven years ago, and now, his aspirations were sky high, making her less than secondary in his life.

It didn't matter. She'd never marry this guy for one specific reason—the woman who was sitting at that table beside him amidst all his other female advisors.

"Rebecca." Donald leaned closer as the singers changed to 'Santa bells, wedding bells…' "They're playing our song."

"Huh?" Their song about Santa bells? This guy was nuts.

The flash mob approached their table while every other customer stared, some taking video of the event on their cell phones. One man in the far corner even had a tripod with a mounted camera pointed toward their table. That told her one thing—this evening had been planned and was probably advertised.

Donald had really done it now.

She leaned closer to him. "I hope this is just a publicity stunt."

He smirked, turned toward Gillian, his 'right-hand, arm, leg, and everything else' advisor, and winked. He never winked or flirted with Rebecca and she knew why. Rebecca would be the trophy wife for him, since she was pretty and as thin as a model. But she'd never live up to his expectations. He'd made that perfectly clear the last time they went out together, describing how she just wasn't that bright but at least she was pretty enough for him.

Did he get a 4.0 GPA from a top-notch school? No, but she did. Did he do four internships while in college and hold down a job that was more full-time than part-time? No, but she did. But according to him, she wasn't bright. The thought drove her crazy because she was much brighter than he was. However, since she was a woman and didn't choose a powerful field of study, she didn't count, according to him.

Donald stood up, straightened his three-piece-suit, and flashed the crowd a smile as the blinking-head-awful-singing-mob got closer. He took Rebecca's hand and helped her to her feet, but she was confused. He dropped his hand and shot the crowd another grin. He was really playing to the crowd, making her more than irritated.

The song finally ended and people clapped. Rebecca hoped that was all there was, but when Donald got on one knee, she had to brace herself. Unfortunately, there was more.

Donald reached into his pocket and looked up at Rebecca. "I know we've been dating forever and you've been patiently waiting for me to get my life in order."

Uh, no. Six weeks wasn't that long to date, and he'd just decided to run for congress about three weeks before, getting the paperwork done fast. He had a year yet to get his congressional platform up and running, but didn't waste a minute hiring six pretty female assistants for the campaign. He also never had time for Rebecca, which told her a lot.

Donald continued, still watching her face. "I think it's time we consolidate and marry. Don't you?" He opened a box and showed her a giant ring.

It had to be fake, because Donald never had money. Rebecca always paid for their dates. However, tonight, she knew his campaign would foot the bill for the meal, so she'd decided to join him. That was her first mistake of the evening.

Wait. He was proposing? That was his proposal? Time to consolidate…what? This was ridiculous.