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You are cordially invited to spend your HOLIDAYS IN THE VINEYARD
Ever since his last remaining relative died, Country music star Trace Montgomery has avoided California, specifically his home town, Napa Valley. Trace can’t stand the memories.
Seven days before the holiday, he’s forced to return to wine country to sell the St. Helena Christmas tree farm he inherited from his uncle.
With his sidekick guitar Lola nearby, a past love, the one that got away, falls into his arms while trying to turn a vineyard bunny sculpture into a reindeer. Now, Trace can't stop thinking about her. He's making up naughty lyrics to Christmas songs...
Single mom, Monique Jacobson doesn’t have time for a bath, never mind a romance. She’s working hard to secure a promotion and pay raise from Santino Winery that will allow her and her daughter to move out of Nana’s little B&B.
St. Helena and Napa Valley hotels are booked for the holiday, and Monique finds Trace hold up with her and her daughter at her gran's Napa B&B for a Christmas in wine country. Will they rediscover the love they lost and rekindle Christmas magic under the mistletoe?
*Kissing Mr. Mistletoe is a standalone read. Although you may recognize some of the names, this Christmas gem features its own cast of lovable and sexy characters.
Adele didn’t wait for
further instruction and hurled the plastic nose cover into the air. Spinning,
the snout missed Monique’s outstretched hand and continued its path of
projection several feet over her head and to the right.
Rudolf’s schnozzle caught
the light and sparkling in the sun, made its descent. Monique shifted her
weight to grab it. Almost there. She reached up and over feeling the
ladder sway and rock beneath her.
“Mommy!”
Quickly seizing her perch
with both hands, the sole of her boot slipped sideways on the metal step.
Instead of regaining her balance, Monique skidded down one rung, and then
another with her left foot and then another and another, until she found
herself rappelling backward down the ladder, desperately grappling to hang on
to whatever she could and praying for a soft landing.
“Mommy!”
She missed the last step
and hit the ground, landing flat on her back.
“Oh no!” Adele scampered
to her and laid her soft chubby hands on Monique’s cheeks. Snuggling close, her
sweet breath touched her skin. Adele inspected her eyes from an inch away. “Are
you hurt bad?”
“I’m okay, baby.” Reaching
behind her back, Monique found the rock digging into her spine. She plucked it
out of the dirt and flung it.
“You shouldn’t be climbing
on top of something you can’t handle.”
Every cell of Monique’s
body froze. Her heart paused mid-thump.
The familiar drawl of the deep, sexy, voice coming from above propelled
her back in time at warp speed to six years ago. But it couldn’t be him. Not in
a million years. She wrapped one arm tightly around Adele, and shielding her
eyes from the glare with the other, looked up. Shit.
Trace Montgomery towered
over her. He folded his arms over his chest making his smooth, muscled biceps
bulge under his navy T-shirt. Wearing jeans that fit him as precisely as a
fireman carries a hose, and with his swagger apparently still intact, he leaned
back on the heel of his boot and tilted his face, rubbing his jaw. His
unmistakable green eyes sparkled down at her.
“W-what are you doing
here?”
“You’re hardly in a
position to be asking questions.” He reached with a powerful hand and lifted
her up off the ground, along with Adele.
After removing a twig
wedged between her legs and butt cheek, Monique attempted to get her bearings.
Her brain stuttered, stopped and skipped over the right words to say. Her
libido, however, operated flawlessly. Tingles charged from her neck to her toes
and she broke into a sweat. Steadying
her gaze on his preposterously handsome face, a result of mixed genetic magic,
her heart beat out of her skin. Trace opened his arms for a hug. Before she
could think, he wrapped them around her and squeezed, smelling like—well,
smelling like Trace, a combination of clean, fresh and help me now, Jesus.
Former San Francisco radio disc jockey Kate Kisset is passionate about telling great stories.
After playing thousands of Pop, Country, Rock and Oldies tunes, for her primarily female fan base, she changed her tune and became an author.
Just a Kiss is the first book in her Napa Vineyard romance series, The Single Girls Wine Club.
She lives in Northern California and Santa Barbara with her family and rescue pup “editor” Luciana Parmigiana, where she hikes, reads, listens to music, and drinks wine.
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