Never
make the first move.
Never fall in love.
Never take anyone to Mistletoe’s Christmas Dance.
Never fall in love.
Never take anyone to Mistletoe’s Christmas Dance.
IN MISTLETOE
Tammy L. Bailey
Releasing Dec 2nd, 2016
The Wild Rose Press
At
twenty-five, Grace Evans is steadily picking up the pieces of everyone else’s
life. So, when her younger sister decides to turn into a runaway bride just
four weeks before the wedding, Grace, drops everything to chase after her and
bring her back home. Only, when the trail leads to Mistletoe, Washington, she
finds herself at the mercy of the town’s most handsome and emotionally
unavailable bachelor.
Ex-Army
officer, Ayden McCabe, has three creeds in life: never make the first move,
never fall in love, and never take anyone to Mistletoe’s Christmas Dance.
Wanting nothing more than to keep his matchmaking sister from meddling in his
personal life, he agrees to help Grace if she agrees to play his girlfriend.
Too brunette and meek for his taste, Ayden believes Grace can’t tempt him
enough to break any of his creeds. He could not be more wrong.
“Do you like rum cake?” he asked to
keep himself from having to reevaluate all the reasons again. He admitted
Wilhelmina Hawthorne’s dessert was more alcohol than flour, but anything to
keep Grace from leaving him to go check her text messages in case the damn wish
somehow made it through…not that he believed in the folklore in the first
place.
“Sure, but I’m not very good with
liquor.” She tucked a piece of dark hair behind her ear.
He chuckled, imagining her getting
wild and disrobing on top of his antique coffee table.
“So, what happens with you and
alcohol?”
She smiled. “I don’t take off my
clothes, if that what you’re asking.”
“Damn.”
She laughed but lifted a dainty
finger as if to give him a warning. “I fall asleep, so I can have some cake,
but keep in mind there’s a very good chance my face will fall flat into the
plate after my third bite.”
“I’ll take that chance.”
“It’s your call.” She shrugged. He
left her to retrieve Wilhelmina’s prized rum cake, deciding to
bring the entire Bundt-shaped
dessert with two forks resting on each side. When he entered the room, he found
Grace sitting in quiet contemplation, her attention focused on the dormant
redbrick fireplace. Since he’d installed the gas furnace several years before,
he’d not
had any desire to light the
fireplace up again, even when his dates hinted several times of how romantic it
would be to cuddle before a crackling fire.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
She peered up, startled. “No, I’m
fine.” She tried to stifle a shiver, and he sat the plate down and ambled away
to retrieve some logs from his deck. Despite not using the fireplace, he
understood the importance of keeping it ready for emergencies. It took several
minutes, but he managed to build a popping fire, the sweet aroma of sizzling
sap filling the space with a comforting fragrance. She moved to sit beside him,
bringing the blanket his mother made with
her.
“This feels wonderful.” Grace closed
her eyes and let the flickering light kiss her cheeks.
“Yes.” He sat captivated by her
entranced features, realizing how he’d reminisced about kissing her, every
glorious inch of her. “Are you ready for some football…and cake?” He projected
his voice above the tone of his own thoughts. Her lids flew open, and he
wondered where she’d
been these last few moments, and
with whom. The thought unsettled him.
“Are you ready to carry me up a
flight of stairs?”
He cocked his head and narrowed his
eyes. “Only if you’re fully naked.”
“How did I know you were going to
say that?” She sighed and maneuvered around so the cake sat between them on the
short coffee table. As he flipped the game on and muted the volume, she lifted
a small bite to her lips when he reached out to stop her.
She gave him a quizzical look. “What’s
the matter?”
“How about we make this
interesting?”
She drew back, and he knew she
didn’t trust his motives. “How…interesting?”
Tammy L.
Bailey grew
up in historical Appomattox, Virginia and moved to Ohio the day after she
graduated high school. A third generation veteran, she joined the Army National
Guard in 1988, served five years in the active duty Army, and retired as a
Master Sergeant from the Ohio Air National Guard in 2011. She is a wife and a
mother of two boys. She is a huge Jane Austen fan and loves watching Jane Austen
movie adaptations.
When she's not writing contemporary or historical romance, she enjoys Star Wars movie night with her 10-year-old son and going to drumming practice with her 13-year-old son. Fall is her favorite season, the B-17 is her favorite plane, and Hawkeye is her favorite Avenger.
When she's not writing contemporary or historical romance, she enjoys Star Wars movie night with her 10-year-old son and going to drumming practice with her 13-year-old son. Fall is her favorite season, the B-17 is her favorite plane, and Hawkeye is her favorite Avenger.
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