Debbie Mason

“Vivi held up the front page of the New York Times, pointing out the headline: 'The Grinch Who Killed Christmas.'"Way to go, Grinch,”

“He stood in the open door, hands planted on the roof of the Suburban. "I've never had a woman tell me I gave her nightmares before, but plenty have told me I played a prominent role in their dreams.”

“If Madison had a gun, she'd shoot out the sound system pumping "Jingle Bells" through her office speakers. Instead, she bit off Rudolph's chocolate head and pointed a finger at the brightly colored, foil-wrapped Santa on her desk. "You're next, big guy.”

“She heard a low laugh and glanced over her shoulder, meeting Gage's amused glaze. 'You're trouble', he mouthed.'No,' Madison thought when she went all warm and gooey inside, 'I'm in trouble.”

“You smell like you showered in gingerbread," he said, his breath warming her ear."Bite me," she croaked.His low laugh ruffled her hair. "I might just do that. I really, really like gingerbread."At that moment, so did Madison.”