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Saving Santa
Saving Santa
Saving Santa
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COBRA Securities employee Maggie Addison’s Christmas isn’t starting out well...she’s been kidnapped at gunpoint. Ex-Delta Force warrior Carter McQueen didn’t plan on abducting the blonde beauty, but he needs her help. Together they join forces to make a child’s Christmas wish to Santa come true.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherVelvet Vaughn
Release dateApr 8, 2016
ISBN9781311214997
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Velvet Vaughn

Velvet Vaughn was born in Indiana and spent fifteen years in communications, public relations, marketing and executive management in amateur sports. Articles she has written have been published in several magazines and reprinted in most major newspapers across the country. She served as editor, writer and designer for five sport magazines including one that was distributed to over 140 countries around the world, and one that was displayed in the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, NY. To learn more about Velvet or sign up for her newsletter, visit her at http://www.velvetvaughn.com or http://www.facebook.com/authorvelvetvaughn.

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    Saving Santa - Velvet Vaughn

    Saving Santa

    Velvet Vaughn

    Copyright

    Copyright © 2015 Velvet Vaughn

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

    Visit Velvet's website at www.velvetvaughn.com and her Facebook Fanpage at www.facebook.com/authorvelvetvaughn.

    Dedication

    This book is dedicated to Karen J. Thank you so much for your continued support!

    Table of Contents

    Copyright

    Dedication

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Epilogue

    About the Author

    Chapter One

    Maggie Addison: Ninja for Hire.

    Maggie chuckled at her idea for a new business card. Like that would go over well with her bosses at COBRA Securities, the hottest security firm in the country. Maybe ninja wasn’t the most politically correct term since they were contract killers after all, but it sure was catchy.

    She rolled her shoulders and stretched the muscles in her neck. Her body ached, but it was a good pain. The long hours she put in honing her body were paying off. Dante Costa was teaching her deadly combat training moves. She was literally becoming a weapon. Her goal was to get out from behind the desk and into the field. She wanted to be a kickass COBRA Securities agent, like Hillary Billings or Kayla Hepburn. Those two could take down a man twice their size. Maggie was determined to be as good as any agent, male or female.

    Okay, so she was a little on the short side. Barely hitting five foot two and weighing in at one hundred fifteen pounds, she wasn’t anyone’s idea of a threat. But she’d added ten pounds of muscle, and she was learning moves that didn’t require strength as much as technique, and yes, sometimes fighting dirty. Many involved attacking the body’s most vulnerable parts—eyes, neck, throat, groin. To protect a client or herself, Maggie wouldn’t hesitate to use any skill in her arsenal.

    She took a swig of the bottle of water she carried everywhere and mopped her face with a towel. She needed a shower but had to stop by the grocery store first. Her fridge was empty, and her tummy was growling.

    She secured her long blonde ponytail into a haphazard bun and zipped her parka. Christmas was only a few days away, and it looked like they would have a white one. Fat flakes drifted down in a lazy, meandering pattern to coat the streets and sidewalks.

    Maggie filled her cart with lean proteins and vegetables, adding a bag of M&M’s as a reward for a hard week of work. She’d earned it. She paid for her groceries and exited the store. A man dressed as Santa Claus leaned against the side of the store, barely lifting his arm to ring a bell in front of the red kettle. Not the poster child for holiday spirit. Digging into her purse, Maggie found a few coins and dropped them in the bucket. Santa thanked her with a ho, ho, ho. She smiled and pushed the cart to her car. She’d just unloaded the last bag and closed the trunk when she felt something sharp poke into her back.

    Don’t move, don’t make a sound, a voice whispered in her ear. You’re going to get in the car casually, and we’re going to take a ride.

    I don’t think so, she sputtered.

    You misunderstand, the voice growled. A firm hand covered in a dirty white glove wrapped around her back, locking her arms against her sides. She found herself guided to the passenger side of the car. That wasn’t a request.

    He opened the door and urged her inside. He could have shoved her, but he eased her in so that she didn’t hit her head. As far as kidnappers went, she was at least thankful hers was courteous.

    Climb over and drive, he ordered. And don’t even think of trying to escape.

    She settled in the driver’s seat and made her move, hoping for the element of surprise. She lunged for his eye, but he blocked her move and counter-move as easily as if she were a pesky gnat. Then she saw the gun.

    Impressive, he drawled. Krav Maga?

    She nodded absently, her eyes glued to the gun. Her first chance to test her martial arts skills, and she’d failed miserably. Then she looked up and gasped. Santa?

    #

    So, Mr. Claus, the petite beauty questioned, where am I headed? The North Pole?

    Smartass. As if things could not get any worse for Carter McQueen, he hooked up with a freaking comedienne. Just what he needed when his life was going to hell in a handbasket. Speaking of hands, his were so cold in the threadbare gloves—probably a combination of shock and chilly temps—he didn’t think he could pull the trigger if he had to. But the blonde angel next to him didn’t need to know that.

    Your place, he answered, scanning the parking lot for any sign of the Floyd gang. He didn’t see any menacing figures nor hear the throaty rumble of their bikes. And they certainly wouldn’t be looking for him dressed as Father Christmas. The last time they saw him, he was covered head to toe in leather and blood, thanks to Rebel Floyd.

    Ha! I don’t think so, she said with a huff.

    Huh? He looked at her and noted that she was adorable with her

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