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A Christmas Worth Billions:  
The only thing Lily wants is for her children to have a nice warm home, and to make sure her family’s diner survives. When handsome billionaire David walks in and leaves a rather generous tip, he not only helps her little family, he also gives her something she hasn’t had for a long time—hope.

After the loss of his beloved wife, David moves to a small town in New York, hoping to escape the memories, along with the pressures of his life as the president of the largest ad agency in the country. The last thing he expects when he meets with his pastor is to run into the woman who will change his life forever.

David is willing to shower Lily with everything she needs, but Lily isn’t sure she can handle the kindness after everything she’s dealt with in the past. Will her bad memories keep them from being able to have a future together? Or will he be able to convince her that love is what makes life worth living?

Leana (cover attached):
The Leanan Sidhe has lived for centuries, inspiring artists while draining their life force in return. It’s who she is, all she’s ever known. While she loves the human’s artistic creations, she cares nothing for her victims. 

Conall lives a complicated life, but he loves what he does. By day, he’s a humble farmer, by night he’s hunter, searching for the dark creatures that plague Ireland. When he can, he escapes to the local village and paints portraits in the small marketplace.

For Leana, Conall is just another victim. And yet, from the moment she meets him in the marketplace, she can’t seem to get him out of her mind, let alone end his life like she has so many others before. While they both see their growing attraction, they know that they can never be with the other and survive. Will they follow their destinies, or will they seek for the one thing they can’t have—each other?

Most of the artists that morning were older, trying to make ends meet. She skirted past them toward the younger men. The stronger they were, the longer they would feed her. They also tended to ask fewer questions as they got weaker.
There. In the back of the artists sat a young man with curly auburn hair and piercing green eyes. His strokes were sure as he painted the buildings across from him. While the others talked and laughed together, he continued to work.
Leana smoothed her dress and ran her fingers through her hair, making sure his first impression of her was perfection. She strode toward him, swaying her hips seductively. If she could get his attention from the beginning, it made everything else easier. She hated having to convince him that she was the only one he’d ever need. It took more of her essence to finally make them succumb to her.
The other artists didn’t look up as she passed by. She was invisible to everyone but the man she had in her sights. It didn’t stop her from brushing her fingers across the others’ cheeks or whispering words into their ears. Always promising them that there was something else out there for them.
They sat up straight and looked around, dazed and wanting more. But they wouldn’t get it until she was done with her current victim. This just ensured her that she would have others to come back to later.
It wasn’t until she stood by his easel that the man finally glanced up at her. His eyes were even more beautiful than they’d first appeared, and Leana’s breath caught. She had never seen his like.
“Excuse me, lass, but you’re blocking my view.” His gaze burned into her, and she stumbled out of the way.
“Sorry, I just . . .  wanted to see what you were painting.” She touched his shoulder, but the usual side effects of her releasing her magic on him—a sudden intake of breath, a slightly dazed expression—was absent. Who was this man?

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