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Lunchtime Chronicles
Jolly Rancher
By: S. London, Siera London, Lunchtime Chronicles
Narrated by: Zyla Lacrusa
Length: 2 hrs and 10 mins

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Summary

"We might be enemies, but I’ll convince her she’s mine by Christmas."

Diesel Conrad

Amanda says we’re enemies—I call bull. My mind is a bit tangled after my fall, but my gut tells me this woman is mine. Granted, I’ve forgotten some insignificant shit, like my name, but I’m certain of two things. She wants to get naughty with me, and I have the equipment to give her a very merry sleigh ride.

Amanda “Messy Mandy” Murphy

All I want for Christmas is my winter white vacation, but my twin sister’s grinch of an ex-boyfriend roped me into selling his ranch before Christmas. The arrogant, too gorgeous man is my personal bah humbug. Or at least he was until the accident. Now—he’s convinced I’m his. It’s messy, and I’m going to need a Christmas miracle—fast, because his mistletoe kisses jingle all my bells.