Love in the Lowcountry

A Winter Holiday Collection


Love in the Lowcountry)

The Blurb

Romance is heating up the winter holidays…

From paranormal to contemporary, from sweet to sultry, from first time love to love revived, discover both dark and deLIGHTful tales of romance amidst the intriguing backdrop of Charleston, South Carolina.

Best-selling authors join exciting new debuts in fourteen original stories of Love in the Lowcountry…

All proceeds for this collection benefit the Lowcountry Romance Writers of America, a chapter of Romance Writers of America.

For more information about the full line up of authors and stories in this collection, please visit…

Hoodwinked for the Holidays

By Amy Quinton

Wanted: Ghost with good reviews for special holiday tour. Team Player a must. Matchmaking skills NOT required.

Sarah Campbell, owner of Charleston Ghost Tours, knows three things:

  • Ghosts on the payroll may not have been her brightest idea.
  • Tours on Christmas Eve suck.
  • Her biggest rival is the most infuriating man she’s ever met.

Enter Saxon Stewart. Her rival.

He’s smart. And rich. And sexy. And charismatic.

He’s also ALWAYS provoking, entirely too strait-laced, and in desperate need of…mussing.


So, when Saxon interrupts her chastising one drunken pirate ghost for scaring away the customers, and said ghost begins suffering delusions of matchmaking mischief…

Things couldn’t possibly get any worse…

RC-Quinton-Hoodwinked for the Holidays-Sarah Campbell
RC-Quinton-Hoodwinked for the Holidays-Saxon Stewart


“Hello, Sarah.”

She ignored the butterflies that fluttered to life in her belly and squashed the impulse to acknowledge him by name, taking a moment to visually confirm that he truly was standing before her and was not some crazy figment of her imagination. She’d successfully avoided him for months.

And in that simple glimpse, she catalogued everything.

He was perfectly turned out, in a black suit of all things—and not the kind one might pick up at Belk’s or Kohl’s. It had that shiny, impeccably tailored cut one might see on certain men walking the red carpet at the Oscars or some other equally high-brow gala, clearly designed to accentuate their already faultless bodies. His faultless body.

Which meant it probably cost more than she’d ever made in a month, maybe two.

But no, his perfection didn’t end there. His tie was effortlessly straight. His shoes shined to a mirror finish. Cuffs equally aligned.

Every strand of hair perfectly in place.

Her fingers twitched, and she clenched her hands into fists for she wanted nothing more than to muss. Him. Up. Yank his tie off kilter. Untuck his shirt. Run her fingers up his chest and through that silky mane…leave smudges.

He probably had great bedroom hair.


She stole a quick breath, temporarily forgetting about mischievous drunken pirate ghosts with breached contracts and ghoulish courtrooms….

Yes, it was him, all right. Saxon Stewart—her nemesis—in the flesh. He was shockingly formidable. And expensive. And so male. And her female side liked it. Too much.

Would she ever stop being captivated by the fullness of his mouth, the sharp cut of his jaw, his perfect height?

So, clearly there was nothing simple about her glimpse. At all.