Enemy Mine

Liam was a no-good, low-down, dirty-fighting, tall, red and all too handsome pain in Livia’s behind. The dangerously sexy Irishman with the accent deadly to any woman’s inhibitions had pushed her too far this time! The local decoration contest had been hers, damn it to hell. But oh no, he had to place a live nativity in his front yard, just in time for judging. Well, enough was enough! She was going to stomp right over there and confront him…