Psst: Our fellow anthologists Kate Hardy and Aimee Carson are appearing at Kate's blog as part of the Hop with another prize to win!
Here are two tantalising tastettes from our two stories to get you in the mood to win a copy - or maybe just in the mood for some hot Christmas lovin'...
Tis the Season to Love Shopping
by Heidi Rice
When a Christmas Day
blizzard strands an up-and-coming marketing manager Katherine Braithwaite and Ryder Sinclair, her boss's very
off-limits, very hot playboy son, in Sinclair's luxury Fifth Avenue department store overnight, the two toe
the line between naughty and nice as they unwrap their holiday
presents—and each other!
And here's the tasty tastette - when Ryder and Kate have just discovered they are going to be stuck together alone in the store overnight...
“We should head up to the electrical department first for a couple of flashlights," Ryder began. "So we’re all set if the generator goes again.” He led her toward the stairwell. “Then we need to find you some dry clothes.” He glanced down at her attire. “Unless of course you want to wear the lap-dancing elf outfit again. I certainly wouldn’t object.”
“I’m not putting that on again,” she said, so relieved at the change of topic she felt almost giddy. “I looked ridiculous.”
Giddy relief turned to giddy shock when his arm tightened and he murmured, “Katherine, you did not look ridiculous. You looked seriously hot.” The blush shot up her neck and set fire to her ears. “But if you’re dead-set against giving me any more cheap thrills,” he added, apparently oblivious to her embarrassment, “which I personally think is a little small of you, then I suggest we check out the lingerie department and find a compromise we can both live with as a fallback position.”
“Um...” She stammered, her wits having completely deserted her. Was he flirting with her? And if he was, why was it making the giddy shock turn into a giddy thrill? “I’m not sure that’s appropriate...” She continued trying to find her indignation. Or at least a tiny iota of her usually very reliable common sense.
“Katherine, we’re stranded in the middle of a major weather event here. Forget appropriate. The only benefit to a situation like this is that appropriate no longer applies.”
Over to you Amy:
‘Tis the Season for Kissing
by Amy Andrews
Down-on-her-romantic-luck kindergarten teacher Tamara plans to drown her New
Year’s Eve sorrows in a gallon of spiked eggnog, but the arrival of her
best friend's sexy brother Luke Jackson threatens to melt the snow piling up outside
the tiny Vermont cabin.
After almost bashing Luke over the head with a golf stick, then stripping off most of her clothes in a cluelessly drunken striptease because she was hot, Tamara goes on to regale Luke with the hopeless state of her love life:
Luke chose his words carefully, taking a pull of his beer before he said anything. She might have been intoxicated but this angst was obviously coming from somewhere. “So...this ban on casual sex includes kissing?”
She nodded vigorously and Luke was left in no doubt that kissing was off the table. Damn.
“Most definitely,” she added for extra emphasis. “It’s like a gateway drug.”
“A gateway drug?”
She looked directly at him and somehow, sitting in her long johns with no bra, possibly no underwear, and high on eggnog, she still managed to look just like a kindergarten teacher.
“I don’t have good impulse control. Not when it comes to kissing anyway. I like kissing. Hell,” she bugged her eyes at him, “I love kissing. It’s addictive.”
She held his gaze and Luke was captured by the earnestness he saw in hers. “You know those deep, wet, hungry kisses with plenty of tongue and a lot of groaning that taste like cotton candy laced with cocaine and reek of anticipation that can go on for hours until you can barely breathe and every cell feels alive? Just kissing and kissing and kissing like it’s never going to end?”
When she shut her eyes and sighed with her mouth slightly parted, Luke swallowed. Hard. Hell yeah, he remembered those kisses.
She turned her troubled gray gaze to the fire. “But then I want more. I want to feel his hands all over my body. I want to be naked. I want to be horizontal. Or not,” she shrugged. “It depends. And I don’t want to leave until I know all of his kinks and erogenous zones and he knows that I like it when he talks dirty to me as I’m about to come and we’re lying in an exhausted heap barely able to breathe.”
Luke didn’t say anything as she stared into the fire. Her voice had become husky and he could hear a hitch in her breathing. Her admissions sent all the blood rushing from his head and other areas of his body straight to his dick. There was none left for his vocal cords, which seemed to have gone into some weird kind of paralysis.
She sighed and looked at him. “Gateway drug.”
He cleared his throat. “Right,” he said and hoped it came out a lot more manly than it sounded.
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Entangled are also hosting a Twitter Party tonight (7th December) at 9pm Eastern Standard Time in the US (so I'll probably be fast akip, but Amy hopes to be there). Lots of other cool Entangled authors will be attending and followers can answer fun holiday-themed questions with the hashtag #EntangledUnderTheMistletoe to win 10 prizes -- including ebooks, gift cards, and more!
Party On... And have a great Christmas.
