Tuesday Teaser #19 – That First Christmas – Contemporary Romance

Since Christmas is fast approaching I thought I’d give a few glimpses into the Holiday stories I wrote for Tuesday Teaser. This week I have That First Christmas.  

 

Excerpt

Travis heard the shower turn off and felt instantly nervous. It was silly really. He hadn’t been nervous around a woman in years. He certainly hadn’t went out of his way to impress one either, but here he was, standing in his living room staring at the first Christmas tree he’d ever bothered to cut. It was a great tree, though. He’d found it on the ridge, sitting off to itself. It wasn’t overly large but neither was his cabin. Anything bigger and they wouldn’t have managed with the thing in the room.

He looked to the bathroom and turned, shrugging off his coat and hanging it on the peg by the door when he heard her humming behind the closed door. It opened a second later and he could only stare when she walked out.

Her hair was pulled up high on her head, held in place by what looked to be pencils. A few tendrils dangled down her back and rested on the only thing she wore. A very short towel. It was barely decent. Water glistened on her ivory skin and all the blood in his body rushed south when she walked to the bed, turned her back to him and dropped the towel. Her perfect heart shaped bottom met his gaze and he must have made a sound because she turned suddenly, flashing him a quick peek at pert breasts, and lower things, before she gasped, grabbed the dropped towel from the floor, and quickly covered herself.

 

That First Christmasby Lily Graison

 Meredith Gunter has always been Daddy’s little girl. Spoiled all her life, she’s never had to ask for anything and expects to get exactly what she wants. When she wrecks her car on the way home from college for Christmas break, she finds herself stranded on the mountain in the middle of a snowstorm, in a one-room cabin with a man she can’t help but want.

 Travis Gregory has lived alone on the mountain for the last four years. He has little contact with the outside world and prefers it that way. When he spots a girl on the side of the road, his conscience won’t let him abandon her. The redhead captivates him instantly.

 Worlds collide when Travis and Meredith try to co-exist in his one room cabin. Can they fight their growing attraction when the nights get longer and the storm isolates them from the rest of the world? Can two people, from such different worlds, ever truly be happy together?  

 

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Guest Blogging and Book Giveaway!

Good morning! I’m guest blogging over at the Indie Romance Convention blog
today. Head over for a chance to win a copy of my Holiday romance, Blame It On
The Mistletoe!

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Blame It On The Mistletoe
Lily Graison

When Macy Carter’s parents order her to bring her live-in boyfriend, Sean, home with her for Christmas she has no idea that her little white lie is just about to snowball into a fabrication of monstrous proportions. Sean isn’t her boyfriend, he’s her boss. Now she has to reveal the lie she’s been telling her family for the past two years or hastily concoct an elaborate ruse to fool them instead.

 When Macy tells Sean Mathis of her predicament he does what any gentleman would – he laughs and then agrees to help her out. Little does he know that one misplaced word in their little scheme will backfire and land them both in the hot-seat.

 Secluded in the mountains, surrounded by snow and good will, Sean and Macy can’t help looking like the perfect couple. So perfect that the family decides a Christmas wedding will make it a holiday none of them would ever forget!

All material &copy2005-2012 to Lily Graison

Excerpt and Giveaway with Guest Author, Kallysten

I’m pleased to welcome back author Kallysten to the blog today. She’s going to share a bit of her brand new book, Bodyguards with us and is offering up a few book swag packs as well.

Bodyguards – QuickSilver Codex – Part 1

by Kallysten

On the verge of her twentieth birthday, Vivien’s worries are those of a typical young woman: doing well in college, gaining more independence, and maybe managing to show Brad, her classmate and sometimes jogging partner, that she wouldn’t mind taking their burgeoning relationship to a different level.

Everything changes in the blink of an eye. Vivien stumbles into a knife fight, watches a man die in front of her, and soon listens, stunned, as Brad and his brother Aedan tell her a story of magic, vampires and a murderous ruler intent on killing a princess in hiding – a tale in which she is the princess and heir to a realm she didn’t know existed.

Vivien’s first instinct is to refuse to believe this incredible tale, even if it comes from a man she is attracted to. But when her self-proclaimed bodyguards use magic to take her to a different world, the edges of reality start blurring and Vivien has to figure out who she truly is.


Excerpt

In her dream, Vivien had run. Now, she remained frozen, unable to move as time flashed before her.

It made no sense.

None of it did.

The dead man, still as a rock, with a knife in his chest, blood soaking into the ground under him. The other one, his knives twirling and gleaming as he attacked Brad. Brad’s very presence on this trail when he had had no way of knowing where she would be. The knife that he, too, handled effortlessly. Or rather, knives. The killing blow had come from behind her—from where Brad had been. Had it really been Brad, the same shy man who thought dating her would not be proper, who had killed that first man? It had to be, since he suddenly pulled the knife out of the dead man’s chest to better counter his opponent.

What was going on?

Vivien wanted to run away, go home, and escape this madness. Or maybe wake up; this had to be another dream—another nightmare. The alternative was too outlandish. Yet she remained there, standing in the middle of the trail, watching sparks fly whenever Brad’s knives clashed against his opponent’s blades.

A tiny part of her, the part that remembered six years of fencing lessons, was in awe of the two men’s technique, of the speed and agility with which they handled their weapons. Silver flashed faster than her eyes could follow, but still neither of them seemed to be hurt, at least not yet. It was bordering on incredible, actually. Who could be that fast in wielding a weapon—any weapon?

All of a sudden, a thought struck Vivien, emerging from the haze of confusion. She had a phone! Why wasn’t she calling the police already?

With trembling hands, she fumbled to unzip her pocket and pulled her phone out. She had time to dial 9-1 before a strong, cold hand closed over her phone and gently tugged it out of her hands. She gasped and looked up into Brad’s steely eyes.

“Please come with me,” he said in a low voice. “You are not safe here.”

The second man was nowhere to be seen.

She hung on to the phone for a second, but when she saw the two knives sheathed on either side of Brad’s belt, the line of blood on his cheek, her mind turned blank, her fingers nerveless. He pulled the phone out of her hand and made it disappear into one of his pockets.

“Not safe?” she repeated, feeling a little numb.

“You will be, but not here. We have to go.”

He curled an arm behind her back and steered her away while barely touching her. In just moments they were out of the park.

Vivien couldn’t stop shaking. She wrapped her arms around herself, but it brought her no comfort. She wished Brad would talk to her, reassure her, explain what had happened—or say anything, really. Instead, he led her onward, his hand brushing against her back without ever settling there, urging her forward whenever she started to slow down.

“What…what’s going on?” she finally managed to ask. “Who were those guys? Why do you have knives?”

“I carry knives for occasions such as this one. Please hurry. We need to get you inside.”

The loop of images going through her mind suddenly stopped on that first snapshot: the black-clad man falling to the ground with a knife in his chest. She stilled, unable to take one more step, and stared at Brad with wide eyes.

“You killed a man,” she breathed, her disbelief shattering in front of simple facts.

Brad considered her with eyes that had never seemed so cold before. “Two. They were going to take you, so I killed them. I will do it again any time I have to, this I swear to you. Now please, I need to get you to safety.”

His arm pressed across her back, pushing lightly until she started to walk again.

Should she run? Vivien couldn’t decide if she ought to try. Brad would catch her easily if she did, but there were a few people on the street, cars driving by, houses where she could ask for help. Was it worth taking the risk?

She eyed the knives at his waist. He’d proved that he knew how to use those and had no qualms in drawing blood. What chance did she have when she had no weapon of her own?

And still, even after witnessing his fight, Vivien could hardly believe that Brad could or would hurt anyone, let alone her. Could it have been a prank? Fake blood, retractable blades, some elaborate act… The university had a very active role-playing group; she’d seen them on campus before, wearing realistic helmets and carrying swords as though they had been on their way to kill a dragon rather than off to attend a chemistry lecture. But why here, why now, why involve her?

Before she could make up her mind to run, it was already too late. They had reached an apartment building, and Brad guided her to a first-floor apartment. He reached to open the door, and as she watched his wrist when he turned the key in the lock, she realized it was all even worse than she had thought.

The skin on the inside of his wrist was pale and clean, free of any tattoo.

It wasn’t Brad. This man—this killer—had Brad’s face and voice, but he wasn’t—couldn’t be—Brad. Were they brothers? Twins? Or was it only a mask? An extraordinary coincidence?

It didn’t matter.

She jerked back, finally knowing what she had to do, if not what was going on. The only reason she had followed this man was because she had thought she knew him, and part of her had believed him when he said he had been protecting her. But if he wasn’t Brad, how could she believe anything he said?

She turned around, finally ready to escape, and gasped when she almost ran straight into Brad. Or was it someone else who only looked like Brad? Needing to know, she took hold of his hand and turned his wrist upward. The familiar tattoo gleamed under the hallway lights. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Brad’s gaze flew between Vivien and his doppelganger.

“What happened?”

“Inside,” the other man grunted, at the same time as Vivien said, “Help me! He killed two men!”

Brad’s reaction was nothing Vivien could have expected. His hand twisted in Vivien’s grip so that he captured hers and pulled her in through the open door.

“Only two?” he asked the other man. “Are there more coming?”

Never before had the sound of a closing door seemed so ominous.

“Probably. He sent us to get her, but knowing him, he sent another unit as back up.”

Stunned, Vivien let herself be led to an old, battered sofa that had seen better days. Her knees all but gave in under her and she sat, clutching her hands in front of her, watching the two men standing in front of her like mirror images of each other. Brad reached for the other man’s face and rubbed off the dried blood on his cheek with his thumb. The cut underneath was little more than a pale line, as though it’d been healed for days.

“Do you think they’re vampires, too?”

Vivien frowned, now certain she had heard wrong—either that, or it was all just a big game. Not-Brad never even cracked a smile at the word ‘vampire.’

“Probably. A unit usually has two vampires and a channeler. You did shield—”

“This place? Of course. With all the Quickening I could gather. She’s safe here. But if they’re looking for traces of channeling, they’ll find us fast. We should get her home and soon.”

At that, they both turned to look down at her. Yet again, Vivien was struck by how similar they looked. Still…something in the way they held themselves set them apart. Brad seemed more relaxed, while his double stood straight, his shoulders squared. He seemed ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice. And then, there were their eyes. Brad’s eyes were a pale blue, like a bright sky. The other man’s were blue-gray, almost metallic looking.

“What’s going on?” Vivien breathed. She hated how much her voice trembled, and tried to firm up her words when she said, “If this is all just a joke, I swear—”

“Vivien, no.” Brad stepped closer and sat on the sofa near her, his body angled toward her. “This is not a joke. You are in danger, and Aedan—” He nodded at the other man, who had retreated to stand by the wall. “—and I want nothing more than to keep you safe.”

“Safe from who?” She shook her head. “Who is he?” she gestured at—Aedan, was it? “Why did he kill those men rather than just call the police?” And speaking of the police… She held her hand out toward Aedan, palm up. “I want my phone back.”

Aedan didn’t move. His eyes were on her, as cold as ever, but he didn’t seem to have heard a word of what she said. He was as immobile as a statue, his hands at his side close to the knives. He was so still, in fact, he didn’t even appear to breathe.

“Safe from a very powerful man called Rhuinn,” Brad said, drawing her attention back to him. “He’s the ruler of our world. Aedan is my twin. He killed those men because they were after you and the police couldn’t have done a thing to stop them. And that is also why we are not going to call them.”

Annoyance coursed through Vivien, chasing away what remained of her fear. He had answered each of her questions, and still he hadn’t explained anything. She closed her hands into fists and stood. At once, both brothers tensed.

“You’re not making any sense,” she said as calmly as she could. “I’m going home.”

Without a word, without even a sound, Aedan slid three steps to the right to stand in front of the door. Brad sighed softly and took Vivien’s hand, holding on to it even as she tried to pull away.

“Please, Vivien. There are things you need to know. I tried to convince Anabel that she should tell you, but she wanted to wait for your birthday. I’m afraid we can’t wait another three weeks.”

Vivien’s heart jumped inside her chest as though trying to break free. Her knees weakened, and she sat down again—or rather, she let herself fall.

“How…how do you know Anabel?” Her words barely seemed loud enough over the thumping of her heartbeat in her ears. “How do you know when my birthday is? What on Earth is going on!”

The smallest of smiles flickered on Brad’s lips, as though she had said something amusing. He soon regained his gravity, however, and proceeded, again, to answer each of her questions in turn—and raise a dozen more with each word.

“Anabel and I have the same duty: to protect you. Sometimes we disagree on how to do that best. I know when your birthday is because I’ve been waiting for you to turn twenty to finally bring you home to Foh’Ran. But it looks like Rhuinn decided he wouldn’t wait for you to come and challenge him for your birthright. He sent his guards to snatch you. If Aedan hadn’t been there, they might have done just that.”

Still trying to process his words and order her thoughts, Vivien let her gaze drift between the two brothers.

Standing still against the wall, Aedan asked, “Why were you not with her, anyway? I told you he was getting restless.”

Embarrassment drifted over Brad’s features like a shadow, reawakening Vivien’s own. Had it been hours ago that she had asked him on a date? It felt like a lot more time had passed, but that might have been an effect of how confused she felt.

“I lost her at school,” Brad muttered before looking back at Vivien. “It would have been easier if I could just have told you, but Anabel was dead set against it, and she made me promise not to say a word to you until she did. She was mad at me for even talking to you.”

These words, at least, seemed to make sense. From the first time Vivien had mentioned Brad, Anabel had bristled at the mere mention of his name. It wasn’t too difficult to accept that they did know each other. But the rest…

“I don’t understand,” Vivien said. She twirled the ring on her thumb round and round, keeping her hands busy while her mind tried to piece things together. “Why would anyone want to hurt me? Why would you want to protect me?”

Brad’s gaze was too strong for Vivien to hold, his eyes narrow and intense as though he were willing her to believe him. She lowered her eyes and noticed he was rubbing his fingers against the swirls of the tattoo on the inside of his left wrist.

“Aedan and I are both part of the QuickSilver Guard,” he said in a low, vibrating voice. “We swore to protect the true heir to the throne of Foh’Ran from the usurper king.”

Vivien looked up, holding her breath. She had a feeling she knew what he would say next. And indeed, his words turned solemn when he intoned, “We swore an oath to protect you.”

“I’m nobody’s heir,” she protested. “I’m just a girl. My parents died in a car crash.”

Aedan’s voice rose, slow but strong. It was the first time he addressed Vivien since Brad’s arrival.

“Your mother was Eleoren Te Celden. She was the ruler of our world, the seventh in the line of Celden rulers that began with Lahien the Great. She did not die in a car crash.” He sneered at the words. “She was murdered for being too favorable to vampire rights four years after she sent you to the Otherworld for your own protection.”

Vivien stared at him. He had recited those names as though they meant the world to him, as though she was supposed to trust every word he said when all she knew about him was that he was a killer.

“This is crazy. Why should I believe you?”

Aedan didn’t bat an eyelash, but his eyes seemed to gleam with a metallic reflection. “Whether you believe me or not is irrelevant, Dame Vivien. You are safe. You will remain safe. That is all that matters to me.”

“Aedan,” Brad said, the word heavy with reproach. “If she doesn’t believe us, how can she ever trust us?”

“Our vows said nothing about trust. Once we Pass Through, she’ll have no choice but to believe. We should go now.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Vivien said. “Not until you start making sense.”

To her own ears, her voice sounded plaintive. This was all too much, too strange.

“I know it’s a lot to take in all at once,” Brad said. “I’m sorry, I wish I knew how to make it easier on you.”

He patted Vivien’s hand where it lay on the sofa between them. A few feet away, his brother shifted, crossing his arms. It was the first time he had moved since planting himself near the wall. Vivien looked straight up at him; his foreboding frown sent a shiver down her spine, and her gaze dropped to the knives at his waist.

This man, supposedly from a different world, had killed, again supposedly to protect her from would-be kidnappers. He and his twin brother—that, at least, Vivien could believe; the only differences she could see between them were the lack of tattoo on Aedan’s wrist and his strangely colored eyes—claimed to have sworn to protect her because she was some kind of princess…

No. Just, no.

About the Author:

Kallysten’s most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers’ reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories and poetry, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance stories.

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Tuesday Teaser #18 – Blame It On The Mistletoe – Contemporary Romance

Since Christmas is fast approaching I thought I’d give a few glimpses into the Holiday stories I wrote for Tuesday Teaser. This week I have Blame It On The Mistletoe.

Excerpt

Macy watched him expectantly, as did everyone else, and when he grinned and held up a large clump of mistletoe, laughter spilled across the room. “Where’s my wife at?”
Gwen pushed her way through the crowd, leaning up on her tiptoes to accept Greg’s kiss. When they broke apart at last, laughter and cheers echoed off the walls. The mistletoe was hung as it was every year and everyone rushed to make sure they all had a turn under it.
Everyone but her.
She left the room, walking back to the kitchen. The table was set and the food laid out, waiting for everyone to gather in the dining room. Macy grabbed the washcloth and wiped the already spotless cabinets while the commotion in the other room grew. She heard her mother squeal, her laughter contagious, and she smiled while listening. Their silly little Christmas ritual was one of the many highlights of coming home for the holidays and every year she’d sat and watched until every last person in the room was kissed.
Everyone but her.
She sighed and dropped the cloth, turning her head when she heard someone behind her. Sean was standing in the doorway. “Let me guess,” she said. “They sent you in here for me?”
“For a blonde, you’re rather smart.”
“Hey,” she said, laughing. “No dumb blonde jokes from you. I get enough of those as it is.”
He grinned and crossed the room, stopping once he reached her and turned, leaning back against the counter. “You should have told me your brothers were going to grill me on their little hunting expedition.”
“You’re a doctor. I assumed you were smart enough to figure that one out on your own.”
“I’m a vet,” he said. “Not a brain surgeon.”
She grinned. “So, what did you tell them?”
“That you’re a wildcat in the sack and loved bondage games.”
“What!”
He laughed and glanced to the door before he reached out, hooking his arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. His free hand slid into her hair and he lowered his head. “Don’t move,” he whispered in her ear. “We’re being watched.”
Her back stiffened and she wondered who was spying. She’d bet money on one of her brothers but her mother wasn’t out of the question either. Thoughts of who the unidentified spy might be vanished when she realized that for the first time in three years, she was exactly where she’d fantasized being on numerous occasions. She was pressed against Sean’s body, his breath teasing her cheek and she closed her eyes to savor the sensation.
His lips brushed the side of her face, lingering for long moments before skimming her jaw. His scent was drugging and she inhaled deeply to take in as much of it as she could. When he kissed the edge of her mouth, she looked up. He was staring down at her and she could feel his breath on her face. One tiny move and she would know how his lips tasted.
“If you want your family to think we’re a couple then you need to loosen up,” he said. “Your spine is stiff as a board.”

Blame It On The Mistletoe
by Lily Graison

When Macy Carter’s parents order her to bring her live-in boyfriend Sean home with her for Christmas she has no idea that her little white lie is just about to snowball into a fabrication of monstrous proportions. Sean isn’t her boyfriend, he’s her boss. Now she has to reveal the lie she’s been telling her family for the past two years or hastily concoct an elaborate ruse to fool them instead.

When Macy tells Sean Mathis of her predicament he does what any gentleman would – he laughs and then agrees to help her out. Little does he know that one misplaced word in their little scheme will backfire and land them both in the hot-seat.

 Secluded in the mountains, surrounded by snow and good will, Sean and Macy can’t help looking like the perfect couple. So perfect that the family decides a Christmas wedding will make it a holiday none of them would ever forget!

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Six Sentence Sunday :: Wicked: Sweet Temptation – Contemporary Romance

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! Since the release of the Wicked Anthology is coming soon, I’ll be posting some of my favorite lines from the series, one book each week, until release day. This week’s six comes from Book 4 in the Wicked Series, Sweet Temptation, featuring Mick Sheppard, drummer for the band, and his leading lady, Faith Weston.

“Are you just goin’ to sit there all day?”


He focused his gaze on Faith and smiled before getting out of the SUV and walking toward the pond. “I was just enjoying the view,” he said, stopping when he reached her.


“The view looks better up close.” She grinned and grabbed the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and tossing it to the ground. “Ever been skinny dippin’, city boy?”

Wicked: The Series
by Lily Graison

The four men who make up the rock band, Wicked, the hottest act to hit the scene in years, have earned their wicked status without much help. They’re bad, sinfully delicious, and a temptation to every woman they meet.

Gearing up for a worldwide tour, the guys are about to come face to face with the only women strong enough to tame them. But it’ll take more than a few smooth words to win the hearts of these ladies. When you can have any woman you want, how do you convince the one you can’t live without her?

 This Anthology will include ALL four books in the Wicked Series. Over 400 pages of those bad boy rock stars we can’t get enough of in EBOOK formats and PRINT!

Wicked: Tempt Me Not
Wicked: Leather and Lace
Wicked: Jade Butterfly
Wicked: Sweet Temptation

 >>Releasing Fall 2012


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Guest Author – Eden Summers

I have a special treat this week. The lovely Eden Summer’s is here to debut her brand new book, Sneaking A Peek. Help me in welcoming her here to the blog and read about her journey to publication. 

Taking the plunge into the great unknown and becoming a writer was so far out of left field that my own subconscious suffered whiplash. I’d never aspired to be an author. In high school I hated English. It bored me to death, so I spent a lot of time looking out the window daydreaming.

I’ve always been a dreamer, a hopeless romantic and someone who can simply sit in silence and be entertained by their own thoughts.

It wasn’t until I had my first child that I became an avid reader, and a few years later decided to put one of the bazillion story ideas in my head, onto paper. Then things took off at warp speed. I entered an RWA competition a month after I started writing and while waiting for the results I studied the craft. I joined RWA Australia and my brain became bombarded with rules and guidelines I never knew before.

“Try to avoid these words – was, had, is, were, really, think, feel, like…”

“Learn how to write in deep point-of-view.”

“Don’t let your friends be your critique partners.”

There was so much to learn and I began to read more critically too. My major problem though, was sticking to one project. I would start a story but become discouraged half way. Suddenly a huge brick wall would plaster itself in front of me and I couldn’t finish what I was writing.

It wasn’t until December 2011, that I became completely fed up with starting projects and not finishing them. I was a plotter, I would spend days plotting entire stories that I never finished. So one lonely night in December I decided to start writing and not stop until I wrote ‘The End’. And that’s what I did. Even when I wanted to stop, I didn’t  Even when I had a better idea, I kept it in my mind and wouldn’t allow myself to waver from the task at hand.

Six months later I finished Concealed Desire – a contemporary romance novel. Because of the story length (55k) it wasn’t suited to the big publishers and I only ended up submitting the story to two editors.

Lucky for me, one of those editors (the divine Rachel Firasek) loved the piece and I was offered a contract through Etopia Press. Since then I’ve finished two more short stories (Phantom Pleasure – released in the Halloween Heat V Menage anthology, October 5th) and my most recent release, Sneaking a Peek.

I’ve been blessed with a very quick road to publication and I attribute a lot of that to my support team. It took a while, but I now have the best group of critique partners and cheerleaders. Without them, none of my stories would have reached ‘The End’.

Sneaking A Peek

Eden Summers

She’s either headed for jail…or for the best sex of her life.

Tarney Jensen has been crushing on sexy firefighter Ethan Reid, her best friend’s brother, since her sixteenth birthday. She knows acting on her attraction will ruin their friendship, but she can’t fight the temptation of his sweat-slicked skin as he works out. Every hot-blooded woman loves to drool over a sexy piece of man flesh, but watching one from the shadows of your porch when he has no idea you’re spying on him? Totally illegal.

For years Ethan has watched men go in and out of Tarney’s life, but how’s a guy supposed to put the moves on his kid sister’s best friend without looking like a perv? But when Tarney lets out an ear-piercing scream from her front yard, Ethan drops everything to rush to her aid. And finds out that the woman of his dreams has been sneaking a peek at his workouts…

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Tuesday Teaser – That First Christmas – Contemporary Romance

Since Christmas is fast approaching I thought I’d give a few glimpses into the Holiday stories I wrote for Tuesday Teaser. This week I have That First Christmas.

Excerpt

“Feeling better?”

Meredith turned her head, looking for the owner of the voice. She saw him an instant later, squatting in front of the fireplace, adding wood logs to the slowing growing blaze. “Where am I?”

“My cabin,” he said, standing.

“Your cabin?” She looked around the room. There were two chairs, a sofa, which she was currently occupying, a table by the left hand wall, and a bed on the wall opposite the only door she could see. One room? She was in a one-room shack with…

She glanced at the man standing by the fire and her eyes widened. It was the Adonis from the road and he looked more nervous than she felt. “Why am I here?” she asked, slowly.

“You fainted on the road.”

“Oh.”

“You’ve got a nasty cut on your head but it doesn’t need stitches. I didn’t see anything else wrong. Are you in pain?”

Pain? Meredith squinted, doing a mental check and shook her head. “No. Nothing hurts other than my head.”

“Good. The cut will heal. You’ll probably have a headache for a while but other than that, you’ll be fine.”

He walked across the room and disappeared behind the sofa. She could hear him moving things around and lifted her head to see what he was doing. A small kitchen was directly behind her and another door that was closed. She sat up and that’s when she noticed her clothes. Or rather, her lack of clothes. “Oh my god, I’m naked!” she screamed, lying back down. Her head pounded instantly and she grabbed the blanket draped across her and held it to her chin. “You perv! You took off my clothes?”

“They were wet and I didn’t want you ruining my sofa.”

“So you…stripped me naked?”

“Not completely.”

That First Christmas
by Lily Graison

Meredith Gunter has always been Daddy’s little girl. Spoiled all her life, she’s never had to ask for anything and expects to get exactly what she wants. When she wrecks her car on the way home from college for Christmas break, she finds herself stranded on the mountain in the middle of a snowstorm, in a one-room cabin with a man she can’t help but want.

Travis Gregory has lived alone on the mountain for the last four years. He has little contact with the outside world and prefers it that way. When he spots a girl on the side of the road, his conscience won’t let him abandon her. The redhead captivates him instantly.

 Worlds collide when Travis and Meredith try to co-exist in his one room cabin. Can they fight their growing attraction when the nights get longer and the storm isolates them from the rest of the world? Can two people, from such different worlds, ever truly be happy together?

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Warning: This story contains frequent swearing, graphic and explicit sex scenes, and moderate to extreme violence.

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Six Sentence Sunday :: Wicked: Jade Butterfly – Contemporary Romance

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! Since the release of the Wicked Anthology is coming soon, I’ll be posting some of my favorite lines from the series, one book each week, until release day. This week’s six comes from Book 3 in the Wicked Series,  Jade Butterfly featuring Christian Palmer, Bass player for the band, and his leading lady, professional photographer, Jessi McClure.

Fuck me if I’m wrong, but don’t you want to kiss me? 

The tinkling laughter hed heard earlier enveloped him in a blanket of warmth as he stared at her. The heat traveling his limbs intensified the moment she closed the distance between them and raised one arm, wrapping it around his neck. 

She molded her body against his, her soft curves fitting against himlike plush velvet. Her fingers caught in his hair, forcing his head down. When she took hismouth against her own, he stopped breathing.

Wicked: The Series
by Lily Graison

The four men who make up the rock band, Wicked, the hottest act to hit the scene in years, have earned their wicked status without much help. They’re bad, sinfully delicious, and a temptation to every woman they meet.

Gearing up for a worldwide tour, the guys are about to come face to face with the only women strong enough to tame them. But it’ll take more than a few smooth words to win the hearts of these ladies. When you can have any woman you want, how do you convince the one you can’t live without her?

 This Anthology will include ALL four books in the Wicked Series. Over 400 pages of those bad boy rock stars we can’t get enough of in EBOOK formats and PRINT!

Wicked: Tempt Me Not
Wicked: Leather and Lace
Wicked: Jade Butterfly
Wicked: Sweet Temptation

 >>Releasing Fall 2012


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