It is that time of year when I get to remind the world that I have Christmas novellas! Two years ago I was privileged to be in an anthology with Jaci Burton and HelenKay Dimon,
Romancing the Holiday. My story,
Ask Her At Christmas is super sweet, romance-drenched and will transport you to the frost-covered Chicago holiday season.
Caitlin McIntyre's heart stops when her best friend drops to one knee and
proposes. Kyle Lockhart never once hinted over the years that he has any idea
she's in love with him. Not wanting to jeopardize their friendship, she's never
let it slip. Good thing, too, since it turns out he's only practicing—he's about
to propose to someone else.
A business merger might not be the most romantic reason to propose to a woman
he barely knows, but Kyle's determined to win the respect of the dying father
who's never seen him as quite good enough. Kyle's always depended on Caitlin's
friendship, while trying to ignore the physical response she arouses. So he
turns to her when it comes time to craft his proposal, not realizing his
decision will affect their relationship, forever.
This Christmas, Kyle and Caitlin get one last chance to admit their feelings
for each other, and find a mutual happily ever after, before he commits his life
to another woman and Caitlin leaves town and him…for good.
You can purchase it at Carina Press - and to encourage you to do so, here's a sneak peek at Chapter One:
“Caitlin McIntyre, will you marry me?”
Her
heart didn’t pound, it slammed to a standstill. It probably left thick red skid
marks all over her lungs from how fast it threw on the brakes. Kyle Lockhart,
her best friend in the world, was down on one knee in front of her station at
the gift-wrapping booth. Which meant it was okay her heart had stopped, because
she had to be dreaming. Her heart didn’t need to pump in a dream, right?
There
was no other explanation for why Kyle would propose to her. Not that she
objected in the least. He was super handsome, in a casually elegant yet
decidedly sexy manner. His designer suits covered a body like those of the
models in perfume ads, the toned and tanned men who dove into swimming pools
shaped like a perfume bottle and came up glistening and wet. Thick black hair
set off his blue eyes, and you could probably chisel a sculpture off his sharp
cheekbones and jaw. Kyle was yummy from head to toe, and Caitlin had wanted him
almost her entire life.
Of
course, he didn’t know about her massive crush. She’d never hinted, never let
her hands linger for an extra second on his abs when they shared sunscreen at
the tiny strip of sand along Lake Michigan they called a beach. She’d never
leaned over after splitting a bottle of wine and trailed a finger across the
lips she would kill to have touch hers. No, Caitlin played the part of the
best-friend-and-nothing-more-than-a-friend to the hilt. Because it would
absolutely devastate her if she revealed her longing and he didn’t feel the
same way. In a perfect world, guys always made the first move. In Caitlin’s
world, it was the only way not to jeopardize the most important relationship in
her life.
But how
on earth did he leap from never once looking at her with a sexy gleam in his
eye to going down on one knee in the middle of the Water Tower Place mall? If
all the planets had magically aligned, all the gods smiled down on her and all
her karmic balance suddenly tipped to one side, then Kyle might, just might
finally see her as a woman and ask her out. Proposing marriage, though, was
impossible. Which meant she was either fast asleep in her bed, or she’d slipped
and hit her head getting off the El this morning. Ice coated the Chicago
sidewalks from an early December sleet storm. A concussion would explain this.
Or a hallucination from a brain hemorrhage. That would definitely explain the
impossibility of Kyle’s proposal.
So if it
was nothing more than a dream, why not enjoy it? Caitlin looked around, but all
the other volunteer wrappers were busy putting away their supplies for the
night. The wrapping booth was a fundraiser to purchase art supplies for local
high schools, so the volunteers ran the gamut from tweens to grandparents.
Crowds had finally thinned once it hit eight o’clock. Closer to Christmas that
wouldn’t be the case, but with eighteen shopping days left, people weren’t yet
panicked. She put down her roll of wrapping paper and looked at Kyle’s beaming
face.
“This is
so sudden.” She made a point of switching her gaze to his empty hands, folded
on top of his knee. “How am I supposed to take your question seriously without
a huge, shiny diamond ring to seal the deal?”
The
smile disappeared faster than the stack of cashmere sweaters she’d seen on sale
at Macy’s this morning. “You are so right. I’m an idiot. Of course, I should’ve
brought a ring. But I’ll get one. Pretend I have a ring. Will you marry me?”
It
sounded just as magical—and unbelievable—the second time he asked. If this was
really a dream, wouldn’t her subconscious have made sure he brought along a
one-carat, cushion-cut solitaire in a robin’s egg blue box? Now she leaned more
toward concussion as an explanation. Clearly the drugs the hospital gave her
must be interfering with her creative juices.
“Kyle,
you’re my favorite person in the world. You’re smart and funny and movie-star
handsome. What girl in her right mind wouldn’t want to marry you?”
“I
agree.” He flashed her the smile that always turned her knees into pudding for
a second and stood, brushing off his trousers. “But I’m worried that Monica
might not be as cognizant of my charms as the two of us are. That’s why I need
you to help me with my proposal. This was a test run.”
Oh. Not a dream after all.
Now let me introduce you to Love Redesigned by Sloane B. Collins
Give American cake artist Genevieve Haywood a picture of anything, and she’ll turn it into a sweet and decadent creation. She’s not going to let hard work or competition stop her from opening her dream business. But when she’s hired as the cake artist for her cousin’s wedding in France, she never expected to run into the French fashion designer who broke her heart fifteen years ago.
Roman Duchaine is done with living life in the fast lane. Tired of being in the haute couture spotlight, he’s moved back to the small French village where he was born and raised.
Roman’s ready to settle down and have a family until the lost love of his life arrives for his cousin’s wedding. Seeing her reminds him just how devastating falling in love can be.
Their fragile truce is meant to last through the wedding, yet every second together makes their attraction and long-buried feelings undeniable. But old habits and hurts die hard, and while Roman is ready to weave their lives together, Genevieve can't afford to lose herself in his shadow.
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