Christmas in Trinity Falls: Finding Home, Book 5

Benjamin Brooks’s marriage ended when he learned his wife was having an affair—with his boss. Now he’s returned to Trinity Falls to start a new job—and ignore Christmas. Too bad his new employee, June Cale, won’t let him. June knows all about bitterness, and she’s determined to help Ben heal—through embracing the holidays. And soon he just might find himself embracing brave and beautiful June as well….

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Excerpt

Christmas in Trinity Falls: Finding Home, Book 5

“Picture this.” June Cale made her pitch for the Kwanzaa presentation from the threadbare seat in front of her boss’s desk at the Guiding Light Community Center. It was Monday morning, the third day of November. The ticking of the countdown clock in her mind grew louder as she spoke. “Saturday afternoon before Thanksgiving, our community room is set up like an auditorium. A makeshift stage is built in front of the room. Dr. Quincy Spates, professor of African American History at Trinity Falls University, stands on the stage. From a podium, he leads a free discussion on the seven values of Kwanzaa.”

Benjamin Brooks had many titles: center’s new director, her boss of two months and bane of her existence.

He lowered his coffee mug. As usual, his handsome sienna features were hard to read, emotionless. His other title: The Iceman. “How does a free presentation raise money for the center?”

“It’s not a fundraiser.” June adjusted the project folder on her lap. “Dr. Spates’s discussion is a community-engagement event. The goal of this event is to help strengthen our relationship with the community, which will—hopefully—make it easier to persuade them to financially support the center.”

June considered her boss’s conservative blue tie and the snow-white linen shirt that hugged his well-muscled shoulders. They both looked expensive—and out of place in the worn and faded office.

Why had Ben Brooks really returned home to Trinity Falls?

Like his youngest brother, Vaughn, who was a professor of music at Trinity Falls University, Benjamin Brooks was a dangerously attractive man. His dark brown hair was cut neat and close. His square jaw was clean shaven. Piercing ebony eyes beneath thick dark eyebrows dominated his chiseled features. June’s tripping pulse wasn’t all due to nerves.

Yes, Ben Brooks is a good-looking man. But right now, I want to shake him silly.