Guest Post: 12 Days of Christmas with Authors Cindy Kirk, Tracy Brogan, and Jamie Beck
On the fifth day of Christmas the Eskimo Princess gave to me...three excerpts from holiday novels and an Amazon giftcard giveaway! Read on for some Christmas cheer with romantic snippets from authors Cindy Kirk, Tracy Brogan and Jamie Beck. Happy Holidays!
Christmas in Good Hope by Cindy Kirk
“You’re an amazing woman, Ami Bloom.”
“You’re right.” Her bright smile flashed. “I am.”
He laughed.
Her laughter soon mingled with his.
Then their eyes met. The laughter died in his throat and his heart became a swift, hard beat.
He
reached out for her and felt her arms encircle his neck. She was so
lovely. Did she have any idea the power she had over him?
The feel of her
soft curves had Beck forgetting his resolve to keep it all business
between them. Just this once he would stop thinking and open himself to
the moment, to her. He shifted, gathered her closer still, and kissed
her temple.
When
she gave a pleasure-filled sigh and lifted her face, he lowered his
mouth to hers and found it as soft and sweet as he’d imagined.
The
kiss started out gentle and tender but quickly morphed into something
more, something that felt … life altering. When her fingers slid into
his hair and she began to kiss him back with equal enthusiasm, Beck knew
he was in over his head.
Jingle Bell Harbor by Tracy Brogan
He
cupped my face with both hands and traced one thumb over my bottom lip,
a soft, slow motion as he stared at my mouth for an eternity. And then,
at last, he leaned in and kissed me. Warm, delicious perfection.
Pressure and insistence in just the right measure. I’d told Drew he’d
been my first real kiss at fourteen. Now I realized I hadn’t truly had my first real kiss, because this was it. I felt it from my lips all the way down to my toes and past every detour in between.
I wound my hand around the back of his neck, needing him closer, and closer still. I hadn’t underestimated just how soft that hair of his
was, but I had, remarkably, underestimated my body’s instantaneous
reaction to his touch. It was electric. I gave myself up to the moment.
I’d earned it, this indulgence. Because I was on vacation, and Drew
Hampton just might have superpowers after all.
Arms
tangling, heads tilting, pressure building. The kiss ended far too
soon, but we stayed close, forehead to forehead. Breathy. Sizzling.
Anticipating.
“I’ve waited a very long time for a chance to do that again,” he said, his breath a caress against my cheek.
I
tugged off my scarf in a hasty motion. “In that case, we should make up
for lost time,” I said. And then I kissed him again. And again, and
again.
Accidentally Hers by Jamie Beck
“I like you. I like you a lot.”
Heat shot up her arm and spread throughout her chest as his thumb brushed against the backof her hand. When she panicked and tried to pull away, he gripped her hand tighter. “Grey?”
He was staring at her as his other hand brushed back her hair. His touch set off a spark ofenergy that pulsed throughout the room. They both held their breath for a second, eyes locked on each other.
“Screw
it,” he muttered before pulling her into a powerful kiss—one she felt
down to her toes the instant his hot mouth claimed hers. A low rumble
resonated in his chest as he tried to get closer to her despite their
awkward positions in the chairs.
For several exhilarating seconds, she allowed herself to be swept away by the taste and smellof him.
By the commanding way his tongue tangoed with hers. By the rising
temperature in the room and shivery sensations overwhelming her entire
body as he buried his hands in her hair.
Kissing Grey was every bit as hot as she’d imagined, and that heat shot straight through her abdomen and in between her legs.
One of his hands ran down her neck and back, pulling her closer. His chest heaved. Low sounds rumbled deep in the back of his throat as he got carried away and took her right along for the ride, crushing her to him.
Weeks and weeks of pent-up
desire burst forth, causing her resolve to falter. She dug her hands
into his thick, wavy hair, kissing him as she’d done so many times in
her dreams. Then danger signs flashed in her mind, causing her to exert
gentle pressure against his chest. “Wait.”
He
kept his forehead pressed to hers, allowing his breathing to slow down.
He held her there, cupping her neck, his thumbs gently rubbing her jaw.
“Sorry. That wasn’t planned . . . or particularly gentle.”
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