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Title: A White Hot Christmas
Author: Rene Webb
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Christmas
Release Date: September 9, 2014
Length: 142 pages
Format: Digital/Paperback
“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!
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!
Excerpt
Walking towards the stairs, I’m met in the hallway by none other than Rude Hottie himself—who has somehow become even more gorgeous since the last time I saw him.
Today he is wearing a blue plaid flannel shirt under his open jacket, which makes his eyes even brighter than I remember them being. His short hair is messy from sleep, but he smiles, wide-awake and says cheerily, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I say, returning his smile. How could I not, when one look from him has me feeling completely jittery? Must be caffeine withdrawals since I haven’t had my coffee yet this morning. It’s the only sane explanation!
“Ladies first,” he says, indicating that I should descend the stairs in front of him.
I briefly wonder if it’s a ploy to be able to check out my ass on the way down.
I wish!
“Tom,” comes his odd announcement from behind me, which I’m guessing is his name.
Turning, I reply, “June,” and I am greeted by a grin that has me stumbling slightly and my body reacting like it has never done before. Clearly I’m still suffering from jetlag.
When we reach the doorway leading into the dinning room, he’s next to me. Stepping even closer, he whispers, “Mistletoe,” into my ear, and points to the weed hanging above us.
I’m too absorbed with how delicious he smells, like soap and sleepy warmth blended in a perfect masculine scent, to realize the meaning of what he’s saying.
Apparently Rude Hottie—no, Tom—is actually somewhat of a gentleman; although he could’ve completely ignored the tradition, he presses a gentle kiss on my cheek.
I come back to myself just as he begins to pull away. Turning my head, I catch his smiling lips with mine in an all too quick kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, blushing. Then adds sincerely, “I’m sorry about yesterday. Friends?”
“Friends,” I barely breathe out, feeling like an idiot for being so affected by him.
