Season’s Greetings! I truly love this time of year. It’s busy, and at the moment, I think my ‘to do’ list is making me feel like tearing my hair out, but I DO love it. The cheer, the lights, the warmth, the food, the family–all of it is special.
I wanted to take a moment to wish you and your families a Merry Christmas. I hope you will come back to my website in the New Year. It’s being revamped and remodeled as we speak by the fabulous Frauke of Croco Designs. I plan to throw a little party in celebration of my new ‘look’ and the exciting, diverse collection of books I have coming out in 2011. I hope you’ll join me!
Here’s a never before seen excerpt from Holiday Bound, which is available now! I hope you enjoy Alex’s and Angeline’s Christmastime romance.
He grinned suddenly and it was like a light went on in the room. She paused and stared, her laughter fading. The man could turn a female to warm mush with that smile.
“You’re shocked that a brute like me would value an English barber?”
She swallowed thickly and forced her gaze away from his mouth. “Alex, I don’t think you’re a brute,” she muttered, wondering if he’d noticed the unintentional huskiness of her voice. His words had brought to mind his lovemaking. It hadn’t been brutish at all, but it had been primal and powerful, and it had pushed at the limits of how she saw herself sexually. Despite his dominant, demanding manner, his touch had been so gentle at times, his kiss so hot, so cherishing…
She glanced back at him hesitantly. “You know…I love Daley Plaza at Christmastime too.
“Not too touristy for you?” he asked, that drop-dead smile still lingering on his lips.
She shook her head resolutely as she turned back to the box of ornaments. “I love it. I try to be there every year when they light up the big tree. I like buying all sorts of different yummy chocolates in the German Village they put up. Oh, look,” she breathed out in amazement as she held up a tiny reindeer carved in wood. It wasn’t a cutesy parody of a reindeer, but instead a fine piece of craftsmanship worked by someone with a skilled hand and an eye that knew how to observe nature.
She glanced up at the carvings on the mantel.
“You did this,” she whispered, stating a fact rather than asking. He said nothing, and neither did she as she withdrew the rest of the carved ornaments—a moose with its head dipped as it drank, a beaver on its haunches that had just become aware of an intruder and was about to spring, a twisting trout as it darted away from the hook that almost had snared it.
The last one she withdrew from the box was different than all the others—an angel with wings outspread, the expression on her beautiful face enigmatic and arresting.
“Oh, Alex. You could do this for a living,” she said in a hushed tone.
She was hesitant to turn around and look at him at that full moment…afraid of what she might do. He said nothing, but she’d never been so aware of another person in her life.
After a moment, she swallowed thickly and carefully placed the exquisite angel back into the box.
“When will we be able to put up the tree?”
“Not until this evening,” he replied in a low voice.
“Thank you for getting it, Alex,” she said feelingly, although she was careful to keep her gaze on the leaping flames in the hearth. Her heart began to thrum in her ears in the taut silence that followed. Her neck and cheek prickled with the awareness of his gaze.
She heard him sigh and sensed that he straightened.
“It’s not a huge tree or anything,” he said gruffly behind her. “If you’re finished in the bathroom, I’ll take the heater out to the garage. It’ll help dry the tree. I’ll give it a good once over with some towels too. That ought to help,” he said briskly, and she was grateful to him for breaking the tension of the moment.
He stood suddenly, and Angeline turned. She found herself staring straight onto long, hard-looking thighs and a jaw-dropping, denim-covered package. She told herself to drop her gaze, but instead she looked up into Alex’s face.
He watched her with a heavy-lidded stare that spoke volumes.