When a children’s
book author’s only chance to get home for Christmas lies in a road trip with
her sexy ex-husband anything can happen, naughty or nice. Unwrap this Christmas
novella from Amazon best-selling author Miranda Liasson, CAN’T MISS CHRISTMAS…
Finding
love again is the best Christmas present of all.
It’s two days before Christmas and bestselling
children’s author Grace Alberts needs to fulfill a promise—to make it to a book
signing for the kids at the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, the place that
did so much for her during a very rough time. But the weather’s getting awful
and all flights are cancelled out of Boston, where she’s wrapping up her book
tour. Then in walks her annoying but extremely sexy ex-husband, who (as usual)
thinks he’s got all the answers.
Graham Walker just stopped by to get a book
signed for Grace’s biggest fan, his niece, and wish Grace a Merry Christmas—why
not? But he soon finds himself troubleshooting her dilemma. He’s got a Range
Rover that can plow through a hundred-year Nor’easter. He’s even headed home to
Philly. Trouble is, Grace's and his past is a disaster, something he has no
intention of reliving while driving through a winter storm, no matter how much
he once loved her. And maybe still does.
Bad weather has a way of bringing out the best
and the worst in people, and when a run in with some deer antlers leads them to
a forced stop in Mirror Lake, Connecticut, anything can happen, naughty or
nice. Maybe a bit of enforced alone time and some Christmas magic can be just
what it takes for them to face their past—and each other—once and for all.
Somehow, Grace managed to pass Graham and
get in the bathroom, where she used the time to try to calm the hell down. If
she didn’t come up with an excuse to leave this room, something combustible was
going to happen between them. She had to get out while she still had all her
wits about her.
When she’d finally got her breathing under
control, she left the bathroom, walked toward her suitcase, and stubbed her toe
on the bed.
She let out a curse and hopped around a
little, imagining what she must look like with her bedhead hair, red plaid
flannel, and Christmas socks. Very sexy. Unlike the delicious, muscular god
walking toward her.
She tried to use the pain to distract
herself from how her mouth had suddenly gone dry and her knees felt as wobbly
as a one-year-old’s, but it wasn’t really working. Worse, Graham stepped a
little closer.
She splayed out her arms, warning him back.
All that lean muscle, all that raw, masculine heat—it could not come near her. She would throw
herself at him, smooth her hands over all that hard, bountiful muscle, and beg
for things. Her body could not be trusted. “I’m fine. Really. Just stubbed my
toe.”
“Want me to take a look?”
His gaze was torching her, like paper in a
fire that turns immediately to ash and blows away.
The fact that he was now inches away with
his lips quirked into the slightest smile told her he didn’t heed her warning,
or give a damn about it. And oh, she did not want him to. He was so close now,
she could smell the soap from his shower, see the little beads of water on his
shoulders. His fingers gripped her elbow, and she swore it tingled from his
touch. Other parts of her were sort of on fire too. So not good. “Let’s see
it,” he said, the smile morphing into a wicked grin.
“Graham, I’m fine.” She tried to shrug
away. He dropped his hand, but still she felt pinned in place, unable to move
or even breathe. Electricity buzzed and snapped between them. She didn’t want
him to see how much he affected her, yet she was helpless with him so near.
His gaze homed in on her lips. He was going
to…yes, he was. Kiss her. Her heartbeat thrummed in her throat, and every
muscle froze in anticipation.
She wanted it. Wanted him. So, so badly.
Graham lowered his mouth. The dip of his
head was so familiar, yet it made every nerve stand on end. At last, their lips
met. His were soft and pliant, and they brushed against hers, carefully and
slowly. Her hand was trembling as she wrapped it around his neck and pulled him
toward her until their bodies were flush, fitting together like they were
always meant to.
That simple move blew careful and slow
right out of the water. His mouth crushed hers, devouring her with deep,
sensual kisses. His tongue slid inside her mouth, and she met it with equal
vigor, desire roaring and crashing between them, unleashed like a storm surge,
uncontrollable and insatiable.
Suddenly, Graham pulled back, out of breath. He cradled her face in his hands and looked at her tenderly. “I missed you,” he said. “I missed this.”
Suddenly, Graham pulled back, out of breath. He cradled her face in his hands and looked at her tenderly. “I missed you,” he said. “I missed this.”
Perfect second chance romance just in time for the start of the holiday season! Graham and Grace suffered a terrible loss that eventually led to the end of their marriage, but not to the love they shared. I loved this quick visit to Mirror Lake and recommend to anyone looking for a sweet and short holiday romance.
I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
Miranda Liasson loves to
write stories about everyday people who find love despite themselves, because
there’s nothing like a great love story. And if there are a few laughs along
the way, even better! She’s a Romance Writers of America Golden Heart winner
and an Amazon bestselling author whose heartwarming and humorous small–town
romances have won accolades such as the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and
have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl Reviews Top Picks.
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Thanks for the feature and kind review, Jen!
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