Never
make the first move.
Never fall in love.
Never take anyone to Mistletoe’s Christmas Dance.
Never fall in love.
Never take anyone to Mistletoe’s Christmas Dance.
IN MISTLETOE
Tammy L. Bailey
Releasing Dec 2nd, 2016
The Wild Rose Press
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.
“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?”
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.
















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