Coming November 14th
Heat up your winter with this collection of steamy to sexy reads. Whether you’re looking for romance by the warm glow of the fireplace or a scorching romp on a bear skin rug, there is something for all readers, for every taste, desire, and whim. Come and join us, won’t you? This is sure to be a Season… of Seduction.
Christmas, a time when dreams come true, finds six lonely singles tricked into spending the holiday in a romantic cabin in the heart of Washington’s snowy Snoqualmie Pass.
Dr. Will Colson, an ornery, overworked ER doctor, longs to get away and ignore the holiday, and Amber Roth, a feisty contractor with a chip on her shoulder, has a secret she’s kept for much too long. Then there’s Rowan Briggs, a talented chef who doesn’t know when to shut his trap, and brilliant author Juniper Davis, who’s almost given up on love. Entrepreneur Hunter Kingsley simply wants to fill her empty heart and go on an adventure, and finally, there’s Austin Masters, the nerdy scientist with a penchant for fire and a bumbling awkwardness that always lands him in a tight spot.
Sparks fly and secrets are revealed during their five days together, but it’s more than holiday whimsy and the spirit of the season that have their hearts aflutter. This year, Christmas magic – and sizzling attraction – might lead them to their true love, who could be right in front of them, standing beneath the mistletoe.
“And for the record, I kind of like the jealousy.” His grin was wily. “Lets me know how crazy you are about me, too.”
She hiccupped, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“F-for thinking you wanted Hunter simply because you were singing up there. You’re allowed to be friends with her. You’re allowed to sing. I’m not a jealous nut job like that, I swear. It’s gotta be the booze. Stupid Hunter and her shots of tequila.”
Rowan chuckled as he stepped forward and let his hand fall to her waist. “You’re not a nut job. And I happen to think you’re an adorable drunk.”
She sniffed. “Even when I’m flying off the handle and turning green with jealousy?”
He nodded. “Even then, because it happens to be a lovely shade of green. Like romaine lettuce or fresh arugula.”
A hiccupy laugh bubbled up, and she finally smiled. He always knew how to make her smile. She looked up into his eyes but found no humor there. They were smoldering, lightning hot. The lighting in the bathroom was terrible, fluorescent and almost yellowy, but even then, fire seemed to dance in his soft brown irises as he looked down at her. She bit her lip. That look, it turned her insides to mush and made her heart palpitate so fast she feared it would beat right out of her chest and sprint its way across the floor. Not to mention the tingle that drifted across her skin, down her spine and belly to seat itself between her legs.
His hand released her waist and shifted up to her face. A knuckle gently ran down her cheek, collecting the last of her tears. His gaze flew to the door, back to her face, then the door again. Suddenly, he released her and stalked the three strides to the deadbolt.
“Locked or unlocked?”
She shook her head. “Huh?”
“Do you want me to fuck you in this bathroom with the door locked or unlocked?” His eyes darkened to the color of warm bourbon.
All the moisture left her mouth.
“Juney?”
“Uh . . . l-locked. We’ve already been caught once.”
Grinning back at her, he switched the lock. He returned, cradling her body in less than a second. “I want you and only you, Juney. Let me show you.” He sank to his knees and let his hands trail up her black leather boots, continuing up her legs. Along the stretchy fabric of her . . . His eyes flew up to hers when he reached the top of her thighs. “These aren’t tights!”
Her lips pursed, and she shook her head. They were thick, dark gray, cable-knit thigh-high socks. Juney wasn’t even sure where she’d got them—her sister Fern, maybe? But on a last-minute whim she’d tossed them into her suitcase, figuring they’d pair well with her black pleated skirt and long-sleeve gray shirt. She’d nearly frozen her ass off on the walk up to the lodge, but the expression on Rowan’s face had been totally worth it.
“Holy fuck,” he whispered, his fingers making their way up to the waistband of her underwear and pulling it down.
Juney hadn’t been foolish enough to wear a thong and a skirt with the socks, but lacy boy-shorts weren’t out of the question.
Rowan slid her panties down her legs, his eyes going wide as he took in the red lace.
She stepped out of them.
“Juney,” he purred, inching forward, his hands wandering back up her thighs. He helped lift her leg and place one foot on the counter so she was even more exposed to him. The cool air was a welcome balm on her scorching skin. He ran his finger back along her legs and then beneath her skirt. One hand cupped her butt, and the other one came forward and dipped into her folds. “You’re so wet.” His breath was warm on her sensitive skin as he ducked his head beneath her skirt and planted hot, searing kisses on her inner thighs and lips. “Wet for me.”
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