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Welcome to our annual Christmas Party here at TRS from 12/17/14 – 12/23/14! We’re glad you’re here to celebrate the holidays with us!

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VIXEN ROBERTS DUO – EROTIC ROMANCE

BECKY’S MASTER – KC VIXEN
English buccaneer, Ethan Harvey, saves Becky Gentry. It costs him dearly. He vows to make Becky pay, but all she has to barter is her body.


MASTERING JUSTICE – LACEY ROBERTS
Moses Jordan, a billionaire, stamps his ownership on anything he desires, including Imogen Walters a beautiful blonde, lawyer.

 Roberts Vixen Boxed Set K (1)

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DARING MASQUERADE – MARGARET TANNER

By the time Ross Calvert discovers Harry Martin is in fact Harriet Martin she has fallen in love with him. Realizing she has failed in her final effort to protect her shell-shocked brother, she puts a desperate proposition to Ross. Marry her and she will give him an heir.

Ross accepts. However, he is tormented by the betrayal of his former fiancée Virginia. On his honeymoon he meets her again and is still infatuated. With the army recalling him to the trenches of France, he faces a terrible dilemma. Taste Virginia’s passion before he marches off to war, or keep his marriage vows to Harry.

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ROCK’n’ROMANCE + GIVEAWAY

 

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Happy holidays to all! If you are looking for sensual, romantic reads, try one–or all three–of my Rock’n’Romance stories. Digital versions are only 99 cents from Rogue Phoenix Press, Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, and other online e-tailers.

Print versions are also available from Amazon.com.

1–My gift for the TRS Christmas party: I will be awarding one party attendee the three books of my Rock’n’Romance trilogy (print versions shipped within US only, please).

2–Special gift: a FREE download of one of my Rock’n’Romance books (PDF or mobi) to someone who comments on this post.

Happy Holidays!

-Genie Gabriel
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Annette Bower is Moving On

Yes she is. She dreamed of the idea. She decided to set in Regina Beach, SK where she once lived. She researched about returning Afghan soldiers. She researched about grief. She knew that Anna considered herself a widow, even though technically, she had not exchanged the vows with her fiancé, because she buried him on what would have been their wedding day.

Annette Bower wanted to discover how two people who are Moving On from loss would find each other and grow into friendship and love.

Yes, Annette Bower is Moving On, but it is Anna and Nick’s journey that you will enjoy. Not a snowflake in sight. Not one jingle bell. Not one Ho Ho. Nope. Just spring and lilacs and growth. Come and join Anna and Nick in the town of Regina Beach where everyone thinks they know all the secrets but there are some that are yet to be discovered. Moving On published by Soul Mate Publishing.

Adult Excerpt from Desert Heat by Lucy Felthouse

Hi everyone,

Here’s a hot excerpt from my M/M erotic romance novella, Desert Heat, which appears in the Unconditional Surrender boxed set. The set is actually being discontinued on the 1st January, so if you want to grab 13 amazing M/M erotic romances for one fantastic price, I’d recommend clicking that buy button soon ;)

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Closing his eyes, he forced himself to relax and let his brain do what it wanted. Naturally, it veered straight back to Balkhi. Balkhi as Wilkes had first met him, in dish-dash and flip-flops. Balkhi in British Army uniform and sturdy boots. Finally, Balkhi in nothing but a smile, his long, lean body hard and tempting. His dark skin shone in the light, shifting over muscles and sinews as Balkhi waited for Wilkes to make a move.

“Touch your cock,” Wilkes said in his fantasy, while in real life his hand tugged down his boxer shorts and released his own. “Touch it for me. Stroke it. Squeeze it.” Each sentence mirrored his own actions, and within seconds his shaft was as hard as fantasy-Balkhi’s, which was now tipped with pre-cum.

Balkhi did as he was asked, his long fingers wrapping firmly around his dick, shifting up and down. The skin around his knuckles paled slightly as he obeyed the last command—squeeze it. His pupils were so large that his eyes looked almost black, and his bottom lip jutted out temptingly as he panted. Wilkes wanted to nip it between his teeth, make Balkhi gasp with the sharp bolt of pain, then pull the plump flesh into his mouth and suck it all better.

Remembering it was all in his head and that he could do whatever the hell he damn well wanted, Wilkes acted on his impulse. Balkhi tasted and felt as good as he looked, and Wilkes pumped his cock harder and faster, wishing he didn’t have to keep quiet. Not that anyone would do anything if they noticed what sounded like come-noises emanating from the boss’ tent, but no doubt he’d have the piss taken out of him at some point for being heard tossing off. And, knowing his luck, they’d bring it up in front of Balkhi, and then Wilkes would die of embarrassment on the spot.

Dropping to his knees, Wilkes hurriedly shoved Balkhi’s hand away from his shaft and took a moment to study it. Just like the man it belonged to, it was not too big, not too small, and yet far from average. Circumcised, the head was fully visible; nothing was hidden beneath folds of skin. Reaching out, Wilkes wrapped his fingers around it, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face as it hardened further beneath his touch.

Shifting a little to get the perfect grip, Wilkes then began to masturbate Balkhi, in long, steady strokes, squeezing just a little harder as he got to the base, releasing the tension as his hand traveled up the length. Then he reversed the technique, playing around to see what Balkhi liked best, what made him gasp, what made him moan. Everything seemed to have the desired effect, so Wilkes picked up speed and grew rougher with his strokes, delighted when more clear liquid beaded at the dark purple head.

Unable to resist, he stuck out his tongue and tasted it. A hiss escaped from between Balkhi’s teeth. Wilkes did it again, and again, poking his tongue deep into the slit, pulling out more of the salty liquid and drinking it down eagerly. God, he wanted to make him come in his mouth, make his cock throb between his lips and his balls empty their load down his throat.

Making sure his mouth was plenty wet, Wilkes licked his lips then sunk them onto Balkhi’s cock. It tasted good, so fucking good. Clean, musky, salty. Masculine. Wilkes had barely started and already he was hooked. Concentrating on the head for a while, he got it soaked with saliva, letting it dribble down the shaft and onto his fingers. Then he used his hand to pump the base while his lips, teeth and tongue teased the tip, gradually working down and down until he needed to move his hand out of the way. Continuing on, Wilkes pulled in a deep breath through his nostrils, willing himself to relax as the head of Balkhi’s cock flirted with his gag reflex. Pushing through the initial discomfort, he swallowed, taking it in, gratified to hear Balkhi’s yelp, and feel desperate fingers grip his scalp.

Fuck, he felt powerful and vulnerable all at once, and it was perfect. Utterly perfect. Working his throat around Balkhi’s cock, he hoped it would be enough to make him come. His hands now free, he reached down and began teasing Balkhi’s balls, rolling them gently in the soft sac, tugging, squeezing lightly. A strangled sound came from above, and Wilkes smiled in his head.

Releasing Balkhi’s balls, he crept a finger behind them, pressing on that smooth patch of skin there, before venturing farther, teasing the crinkled skin of his arsehole.

That was enough—just the suggestion was enough to send Balkhi over the edge, and with a grunt and a moan, his cock exploded.

Wilkes pulled back slightly, allowing the salty fluid to gush out over his tongue, before he swallowed it down.

Back on his camp bed in his grotty tent in the desert, Wilkes pressed his lips together to keep quiet as his own orgasm hit, spurting out over his fingers and his stomach, pleasure overwhelming as his mind was overtaken with erotic images of his Afghan interpreter.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

Love in Troubled Times

Tears Of Reality KTEARS OF REALITY

Only 99c US

Blurb:

Brenda, a classical musician, is looking for a roommate to help alleviate the costs of living in expensive Southern California. She is also attempting to fend off the attention of her amorous, bullying conductor, deal with her meddling family, and understand her feelings for Greg, the building’s sexy young owner.

Rosy, a nurse, recently arrived from Australia, hates the Vietnam War, in particular what it has done to her patients. She agrees to room with Brenda to save money.

Can a war protestor and war supporter live peaceably under one roof? And why is Rosy unable to shake her attraction to her gorgeous, unconscious patient, Jack?

 

 

Excerpt:

Jack’s eyes drooped. Rosy watched as he seemed to be spirited away back to the War.

“I will never forget one little girl, Binh Lue. She lived with her grandparents in a village in the Que Son Mountains. She was about four or five. She was so sad, wouldn’t come to us the way the other kids did. It took me a week of gentle persuasion before she would come and sit on my lap by the fire and listen to the men playing handmade wooden instruments.”

Jack gazed deep into Rosy’s eyes. “You would have loved her. She was tiny with a little button nose and the bluest eyes.”

“Blue? Is that common?”

“Her father was an American soldier and she had been left in the village to try to protect her from Viet Cong. Trouble was, the bastards were everywhere.” Tears welled in his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Clark, Steven and I were on patrol in thick jungle around the village perimeter, about half mile out, when we heard a bomb explode. Viet Cong were bombing the village. By the time we got back there every hut was on fire. It was beyond our control, no-one was left alive. It was a fuckin’ slaughter. We headed back into the jungle with plans to radio our unit the following day. Binh had somehow survived and followed us. We didn’t know until we heard a click. She had stepped on a mine.”

“Oh God.” Rosy’s hand flew to her mouth.

“We raced back towards the sound. Clark and Steven got there first and when Binh saw her friends, she started towards them. We screamed at her to stand still but she couldn’t understand us. The mine exploded and we were all blown into the air with the force. There were only fragments of Binh’s body left and I buried the pieces I could find. I started to drag Clark and Steven back to the village but I could only go a few feet each day before I passed out. I hoped if I got us to the village, some of our unit would eventually come to check why they hadn’t heard from us. I don’t know how long it was before some soldiers found us and we got help.”

Jack began sobbing. Rosy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into her arms. She ran her hands up and down his back and silently grieved with him. She couldn’t begin to understand the horrors he had borne witness to. No wonder the man was troubled by nightmares.

Suitable for 18+

 

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Vampire King of New York Excerpt and Contest!

Here is an excerpt from Vampire King of New York and beneath it a way to enter my contest. VampyreKingOfNewYork_850from blog In this scene Evelyn wakes after having dreamed about Max when he was a Viking.

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Oh, God, I never thought it could be this good. Evelyn moaned in her sleep, the sex was so exquisite. Every part of her body tingled. She rolled over and her hand touched something. Evelyn opened her eyes. Max was sleeping next to her.

They hadn’t had sex. It was all Svenna and Reynard. It was all a dream, but still … Evelyn smiled to herself. It had felt so real. What intrigued her most was seeing everything through Max’s eyes in addition to her own. How was that possible?   In the dim light, she examined Max’s features. There was no doubt about it. This was her Viking warrior Reynard, the one that never came home. Dreaming each other’s dreams was a sign of a lifemate. Was that true or just a weird abnormally? Evelyn had grown up within the secret society of magic in New Orleans. She’d seen more than her share of weirdness. Her mother performed all sorts of strange rituals around her hoping that Evelyn’s Telkhine powers would emerge.

Part of her was let down. No powers. This reaction Max had to her and her to him was probably some side effect of her Telkhine heritage and nothing more. Still… when she closed her eyes, the rush through her body told her that the experience of the dream was tangible, so vivid that the sensation of satisfaction warmed her all over. Did Max dream the same dream? Did she have the guts to ask him?

Max moved in his sleep. Scooping her up with one arm, he pulled her closer until his face was against her neck. He growled, and the hairs on her neck stood on end. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she liked everything about him, even the weird stuff like this. Evelyn felt safe with him, protected and loved. There was the word she’d been avoiding. LOVE. Did she love him? Enough to spend forever with him? What about the lifemate stuff? Maybe it was all a myth after all. Maybe most people never found their lifemate. Or what if they really were lifemates only dysfunctional in being able to hear each other? She giggled. Most human couples didn’t hear each other after so many years together. She didn’t know what to think about lifemates, but she did know that inch by inch, she was getting used to the idea that making love with Max was an experience she didn’t want to miss.
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Now for the contest:  To enter say “I love Max” in the comment box.  One randomly chosen winner will choose one of my ebooks that is currently available.  Vampire King of New York is available in Kindle, Nook, and Kobo.  To see my other book, visit http://www.susanhannifordcrowley.com  Look for my next posts and enter there too.  It will be another slip in the hat so to speak.  The contest ends when the Christmas Party ends.

If you cannot wait, visit:
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Good luck!

Susan

Double The Delight

Roberts Vixen Boxed Set KTwo great authors have combined to give you two very different Erotic Romance stories.

Becky’s Master is set in Colonial Australia while Mastering Justice is set in Modern Day Sydney.

Note: This book contains explicit sexual description and is suitable for 18+ only.
BECKY’S MASTER:

Becky Gentry is desperate to escape her brutal owner.

She makes a bargain with English buccaneer, Ethan Harvey, to take her to safety on his ship.

It costs him his betrothed and his fortune.

He vows to make Becky pay, but all she has to barter is her body.

What will happen when the sex slave falls in love with her Master?

Will she ever make it back home to England?

MASTERING JUSTICE:

Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.  He is also in charge, her Dom.

Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law. She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour. She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home.

He has vowed to never release her. Does she want to be freed?

 

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Murder: Hawaiian Style

Murder Hawaiian StyleBlurb:

Senior Detective Atoni Grind and Senior Constable Grinch Kapule are two handsome police officers

who are called in to solve murder cases on the Hawaiian island of Oahu.

Grind is the lead detective of Task Force Akamai, Grinch is the senior Police Constable.

When a young girl is murdered and left on the edge of a Diamond Head cliff, the two men work together solving the mystery.

By day they solve crime, by night they pleasure each other.

 

 

 

 

Excerpt:

Corporal Grinch Kapule groaned as the radio crackled to life and the dispatcher’s voice reverberated over the airways. He had been looking forward to dropping the police vehicle back at the station and heading home. He had a third anniversary celebration planned. Soft candlelight, a lobster and seafood dinner, good champagne and a night of fabulous fucking. Now his plans were shot to shit.

“Did you hear any of that Grinch? You looked like you were miles away.” His new Junior Officer partner, Anuhea Miller – known as Ana, asked. She had recently moved to the city, having previously been posted to a station on the North Shore. It was only their second shift together as members of Task Force Akamai.

Task Force Akamai consisted of a Senior and Junior Detective, a Corporal and three Junior Officers. They were pulled from normal duties to investigate, and hopefully solve, murder or any other capital crime which occurred in the Islands. Grinch’s previous partner had moved on to study Law. Ana was his replacement.

Grinch cringed, he had been miles away. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”

“Hikers have found a body. It’s caught up on rocks on the beach side of the Diamond Head crater near the Beach Park. We’ve been ordered there. Detectives are en route.”

Grinch flipped a switch, the siren and flashing lights burst into life. He checked the traffic and swung the vehicle around before speeding down Kalalaua Road towards Diamond Head.

“Lē’ahi,” he corrected.

“Pardon?”

“That’s what the locals call Diamond Head. Lē’ahi. The name is Hawaiian for tuna’s dorsal fin. They insisted that was what the crater looked like.”

“So why does everyone else call it Diamond Head?”

“British Sailors named it Diamond Head a few centuries ago. They thought the quartz they saw from their ships, which was flashing in the sunlight, was a diamond and the name was born. It stuck, but locals with a long history on Oahu only ever call it Le’ahi.”

Grinch slowed as they neared Honolulu Zoo. An elderly man and his wife tottered across the road. As soon as they had passed safely, his foot jammed down on the accelerator.

As they merged onto Beach Road, a large crowd captured their attention. People stood peering over the edge of the volcanic, rocky crags.

“I’d guess that’s where the body is,” Ana said.

Grinch pulled the vehicle onto the shoulder of the road and screeched to a stop. “Radio the station. Tell them we need crowd control. The area will have to be cordoned off. The Detectives will hit the roof if they arrive and find their crime scene contaminated by onlookers. The last thing we need is for someone to slip and join whoever it is down there.”

Ana reached for the radio on her shoulder, pressed the button and relayed her new boss’s instructions to the dispatcher.

Grinch stepped from the car, checked his Glock semi- automatic pistol was secure in his holster, and strode to the center of the milling crowd. He turned, his back to where the side of the crater dropped into the ocean. “Folks, I need you to move way back. Unless you have information about what has happened here, I would like you to return to your vehicles or homes.”

The people in the crowd muttered and groaned but gradually dispersed, leaving only one couple behind.

“We found the body, Officer.” A young man, who Grinch estimated was in his mid-twenties, and a young woman around the same age, stood before him. It was clear they were shaken and he assumed they were the couple who had phoned the crime in.

Ana joined her partner, pen and notebook in hand. Grinch excused himself to check on the victim while Ana spoke with the young couple.

“I walked to the edge so Dylan could take a photo with the water behind me. We’re on our honeymoon and were taking a walk before dinner,” the young woman began. “I saw something red and leaned over to take a closer look. That’s when I saw her. Dylan phoned you straight away and no-one has been down there.”

“Good. Did you see anyone in the area?” Ana asked.

Dylan and his new wife glanced at each other. “No, there was no-one close by. When Marilyn screamed, people came rushing from all directions.”

Ana scribbled in her note book. “If you think of anything at all, please call the station.” She wrote down their names and contact numbers before allowing them to leave. She made her way to where Grinch crouched, peering over the edge.

She squatted beside him. The body was that of a young woman. The red top she had been wearing was in tatters and her golden breasts were exposed as she lay, trapped in the rocks. A large black mole was visible on her right shoulder. Water gently lapped over her. Whatever she’d been wearing on the bottom half of her body was gone.

“She hasn’t been here long,” Grinch said. He pointed down and Ana followed the line of his hand. “Her skin is only slightly puckered which indicates she hasn’t been here long. She doesn’t look burnt either, yet she is fully exposed to the sun.”

A car screeched to a stop behind them, the two officers swung around. It was the task force Detectives. Within seconds, two more police cars arrived and the Coroner’s Office vehicle. An ambulance brought up the rear.

Grinch and Ana approached the Detectives who climbed from their car.

“Officer’s,” the deep honeyed voice greeted.

Grinch pulled Ana closer. “Ana, this is Senior Detective Atoni Grind and his partner Detective Roger Kamaka. This is Junior Officer, Anuhea Miller. Ana, as she likes to be known, has just been transferred to our task force from the North Shore station.”

The Detectives shook hands with the shapely young police officer.

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Mastering Justice

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Warning: Contains explicit sexual description and BDSM. Strictly for 18+

Moses Jordan is a part African American, Billionaire Computer Geek.

He is also in charge, her Dom. Imogen Walters is a tall, leggy blonde who practices law.

She is his property, his Sub.

They share a fifth floor luxury apartment overlooking Sydney Harbour.

She drives a Mercedes, he drives a Ferrari.

She practices law with confidence and is in command, until she steps through the door of their home. He has vowed to never release her.

Does she want to be freed?

 

Excerpt:

Imogen glanced across the courtroom. He was seated in the public gallery. Muscles bunched under his shirt, his long black hair hung down to his shoulders and his chocolate brown eyes locked with hers. Warmth pooled in her pussy, she found it difficult to concentrate knowing his hungry gaze was watching her every move.

Moses tilted his lips into a grin, he had noticed Imogen squirming uncomfortably when she had first noticed him. The beautiful, tall, leggy blonde rose from her chair, turned her back and began fiddling with papers. He knew he was being unfair. This was an important trial for his sub. It involved the Mayor’s son and could make or break her brilliant career.

Imogen breathed deeply. She couldn’t let her clients down by being distracted. I will talk to Moses tonight. I can’t have him attending this trial and distracting me.

“Please rise for the Honourable Judge Dalton O’Malley,” a voice from the front of the courtroom announced.

Imogen came to attention and when she dared to take a quick peek in the direction of the gallery, she noticed Moses had left. She breathed deep with relief. 

Moses strolled outside into the bright sunshine. He had done what he had come to do, unnerve his sub. She needed to be kept informed of who was in charge at all times. He smiled to himself as he headed for his favourite café at Circular Quay.

He would enjoy a latté while he drank in the first warmth of summer and made plans for tonight. She would pay for daring to turn her back on him.

He weaved his way down George Street, smiling at several women and girls as he went. He was well aware his physique attracted interest but he had the only woman he wanted.Maybe she could come home and find another woman in the apartment? That would remind her that I am in charge and it would punish her for turning her back on me. 

Moses dismissed the thought of another female. It would devastate Imogen and, although she had to be disciplined, he would never be cruel.

He entered the café on the waterfront and was immediately shown to a table overlooking the harbour. The view was magnificent as water sparkled in the sunlight and vessels of every shape, colour and size floated in all directions. Moses was content. He picked up the daily paper which had been placed down with his latté and began reading.

He would not pick Imogen up from the trial as planned. He would meet her at home and put his plan into action.

Previously Master Of Law

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My Only Desire by Andrea Parnell
A beautiful bounty hunter on the trail of a smooth-as-silk scoundrel who always gets his woman.

Prodigal Gun by Kathleen Rice Adams
He'll claim the woman he left behind -- or die trying.


A human working for vampires. Now someone wants her dead. Can her mate and his team keep her safe?


Can professional shopper Charlene Vance make a sale on a relationship in spite of newly divorced Parker Simmons' No Sale sign?


Words that shift in an antique book and a snow globe that catapults a rare book dealer back through time…


Tidings of Comfort and Joy, just $2.99, is a love story, a tale of faith and belief when all seems lost…


Brit Boys: On Boys – M/M erotic romance boxed set. Pre-order now, just $0.99/77p!


The alien crew of the Indy visit Camryn's family for the Christmas holidays.


Can Naughty St. Nick bring #Christmas cheer back to North Pole, ME & win over the lovely Vixen?#SexySecretSantas


7 bone chilling paranormal tales laced with mystery, danger, and romance.


Who can resist a stubborn werewolf with a wicked sense of humor? It could be a Merry Christmas in the Rockies!


Only $0.99! Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?


When a cop brings Christmas to Dara's door, he brings another gift she never expected to get.


Christmas...a time too painful to remember and yet too tragic to forget.


Sam’s sole purpose is the survival of his family and their ranch. Will he be tempted by a sassy chef?


Two wounded souls in love, but is their love enough to go the distance?


All The Trimmings: Chrissy never imagined the icing on her cookies would be the twins next door.


She'll go from the streets to the penthouse. The price? Her submission.


There is a fine line between love and hate. Mick and Holly must decide on which side they stand.

My Only Desire by Andrea Parnell
Maddie’s workaholic boss is forcing her on a business trip during Christmas, but it might be worth disappointing her family if she can convince the sexy humbug to embrace the season...and her.