InMistletoe
by Tammy L. Bailey
Releasing December 2nd 2016
The Wild Rose Press
The Wild Rose Press
Blurb
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.
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.
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“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?”
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Author Info
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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