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Tinsel My Heart is on sale for only 99 cents at
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Becca Huntley's produced the Lyndale Park Players' over-the-top
Christmas show for ten years. It's a beloved Minneapolis tradition, and
the theater's main fundraiser. But this year's production is in danger
of being canceled when their director disappears into rehab. Good thing
his directing partner steps in to save the day. Except for the minor
fact that he hates everything about Christmas.
Jack
Whittaker wiped this town off his shoe with his graduation tassel and
never looked back. But duty compels him to fulfill Tyler's promise to
direct the show. Even though it means working with Becca, the girl he
always wanted, lost to Ty, but never forgot.
It'll take more than a
few handfuls of tinsel to soften Jack's heart toward Becca's favorite
holiday. Steamy kisses that melt the snow right off his boots are a step
in the right direction. They'll both discover that Christmas is about
making each other's dreams come true. But will it require sacrificing
their chance at a happily-ever-after together?
Here's a peek!
She picked up the end of her braid
and tickled his cheek. “Told ya.”
The silken hair set off a chain
reaction in his body. Blood pounded south in great, galloping leaps and bounds
to pool in his crotch. Jack hadn’t experienced an insta-hard-on like that in
years. He quickly shifted the black script binder across his lap.
“You’ve changed, Becca.”
“Since high school? I would hope
so.” Then her lips pursed. “Okay, you’ve piqued my curiosity. Exactly how have
I changed?”
“You’ve grown from a pretty girl
into a beautiful woman.”
“Oh.” Her pale cheeks turned the
color of ripe strawberries. It made Jack wonder if her nipples were the same
color. Or would turn that color after he used his lips on them. “Um, thank you.
And let me just say that adding a few pounds of pure muscle didn’t hurt you any,
either.”
Interesting. Might as well push a
little harder, see what developed. “Here I thought you were going to comment on
my righteously masculine goatee.”
As if lifted by marionette strings,
her hand rose, scraped along the end-of-day stubble on his cheeks to trace the
outline of the goatee. “It, ah, makes you look devilish.”
“Want to dance with the devil?”
“What?” Her gaze flew up to meet
his as her hands dropped to her lap. “You want to dance?”
Super literal people made flirting
much more difficult. Jack sighed. “Metaphorically.” When she still looked
bewildered, he continued. “Forget it. Do you want to have dinner with me?”
She blinked, rapidly. Looked down
at her hands twisting together. “That depends.”
It wasn’t a complicated question.
Jack didn’t want her take on the crisis in Syria. Why would a simple dinner invite
come with conditions? “On what?”
Becca looked over both shoulders,
as if to check they were still alone. Or as alone as you could get in a three hundred-seat
theatre full of people milling about from the lobby to the dressing rooms. “Are
you just lonely, Jack? Because of Ty?”
“I’m a grown-ass man. I can eat by
myself,” he growled.
“I know. I guess my real question
is, do you want to have dinner with just anyone? Or do you want to have dinner
with me?” She fluttered her hands up to cover her heart.
Now he got it. Well, he didn’t get
why she had the crazy female insecurity, but at least he knew what she was
driving at. “I want to have dinner with you. Only you. Not because we used to
be good friends. Not even because we’ve slid pretty well back into those roles.
And not just dinner.” Jack grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“You’re a beautiful woman who heats me up every time you slide those cool lake eyes
over me. With enough talent and know-how and passion for my business to make
for interesting conversation. So what I want from you, Becca, is a date.”
To his utter surprise, she didn’t
blush again. Or look away. Or for that matter, look flustered at all. Instead, she
mimicked his pose, putting her hand to his mouth. Rubbed her soft thumb in a
slow glide across his lower lip. Her eyes darkened from the clear blue of Lake
Harriet in the summer to the darkness of a winter’s night.
“Well, why didn’t you say so? Of
course I’ll go out with you.”
No matter how many he tried on for
size, women never failed to confound him. Jack didn’t know what he’d said to
peel off her timidity. Didn’t care, either. Just looked forward to an evening
filled with more surprises from the woman he was discovering he liked even more
than the girl he used to adore.
Emma Guthrie races to learn the hoodoo
magic needed to break The Beaumont Curse before her marked boyfriend
Cooper’s sixteenth birthday. But deep in the South Carolina Lowcountry,
dark, mysterious forces encroach, conspiring to separate Emma and Cooper
forever. When Cooper starts to change, turning cold and indifferent,
Emma discovers that both his heart and body are marked for possession by
competing but equally powerful adversaries.
New school. Cross-country move. Broken heart. If only these were Emma
Guthrie’s worst problems as the first day of her sophomore year dawns.
Instead, she must battle a trio of enemies—human and spectral—who may or
may not have joined forces against her. All while pretending to be over
Cooper Beaumont, her ex-boyfriend and true love, to shield him from her
arch-nemesis’s revenge.
