on September 9, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Holiday
Format: digital e-book, print
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“How the hell did I get here?”
It's Christmas morning, and June Evans is wondering how a solo vacation in search of a white Christmas has led her to having a hot and hard man moving between her trembling thighs.
Tom Allen, a mounted police officer, was meant to be spending a quiet holiday with his family, but a freak snowstorm traps him with what he wanted most this year, a chance at love.
Keeping warm has never been this hot!
Intended for Mature Audiences 18+
**NOTE: This is a 28,000 word novella
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With Mary’s departure, Tom turns to me and inspects the jacket I’ve chosen. After stating it’s exactly what I need, we head towards the shoe department.
We don’t get far before Tom is grabbing my hand and backing me into the nearest dressing room so my back is against the mirror. He kicks the door closed behind him and stalks towards me with a hungry look on his face.
What I think is going to be a hard, possessive kiss is actually the exact opposite. He’s tentative, gentle, and if I had wanted to push him away, I had ample opportunity to. Instead, I weave my fingers into his hair and open up my mouth to further exploration.
We taste each other for several pleasure-filled minutes, until we’re both moaning softly.
Tom pulls away slowly, and we stare at each other. I’m sure our expressions mirror one another. Eyes glassy and hooded with pleasure. Mouths red and swollen from use.
“I’d say I was sorry, but I’m not,” he says hotly into my hair, still pressed tight against me.
“I’m not sorry either,” I say, holding tightly onto the belt loops of his jeans.
“Fuck, you have too many clothes on June Bug,” he says, and I can feel his excitement beginning to dig into my stomach.
I laugh nervously, moving my hands to his back as I say, “So do you, Cowboy.”
What the fuck?
Where did that come from?