Her hands trembled as she pulled a cigarette out and turned
away from the wind to get it lit. She was alone standing outside the little
coffee shop, huddled as close to the wall as she could. Why the hell did I
just decide to fly to the middle of nowhere? Have I lost my damn mind?
Or was she desperate for her last real connection? Shoshanna
was great, a fantastic student, a brilliant protégé, and a girl with a bright
future, but she wasn’t Saja. Saja had been more than her—
A truck door slammed across the street, and she glanced at
the man striding across the winter-slicked road toward the coffee shop. Tall
with dark hair, which he wore long and tied into a loose tail at the nape of
his neck, he reminded her of a mountain man—except he wore a dress shirt, open
suede jacket, and jeans. The mountain-man look from Giorgio. It will be all
the rage this season.
His beard, though—damn. She had a thing for bearded
men, and he wore his so well. Snow flurries populated the air, and flakes clung
to his beard and hair, adding to his rugged appearance. How the hell did he
walk so calm and collected through the frigid cold? It didn’t even seem to
He glanced toward her, and she sucked in a drag off the
cigarette even as she jerked her attention away. Staring was rude. Still, she
couldn’t help sliding a sideways peek when his booted foot hit the pavement in
front of the coffee shop. Her hand trembled when he opened the door and
disappeared into the shop. Exhaling the cold with the smoke, she glanced
inside. Shoshanna continued to read papers, and a fresh cup of coffee sat
waiting for Claudia, along with the untouched second burger.
Mr. GQ Mountain Man took a seat at the counter and raked his
fingers through his hair, loosening the tie at his nape. Some of his hair
escaped, but the tousled look suited him. The man was the whole package, and he
looked damn good from the rear. Nearly as good as he had from the front. The
icy air didn’t do a damn thing for the heat unfurling in her blood or the lust
coiling in her belly.
After finishing her smoke, she extinguished it and seriously
considered a second one. Maybe if she froze to death outside, she wouldn’t go
inside and make an idiot out of herself. No sooner did the thought take root
than she dismissed it. She’d come for Saja, not to get laid. South Dakota might
grow them pretty, but she belonged back in New York.
No getting laid.
A shudder rolled down her spine, whether from the cold or hot
stuff with the beard, she had no idea. Squaring her shoulders, she pulled the
door open and charged inside. Priorities.
Yeah, the mental lecture didn’t do a damn thing for her
libido. Dear Santa, can I have a hot guy for Christmas? Laughter welled
upward, and she chuckled. Shoshanna gave her an owlish blink. Of course, when
the idea of writing Santa sounded more sane than hitting on a gorgeous
stranger, maybe she had cracked.
Heather Long’s Holiday Giveaway
As we go into the holiday season, I have been asking myself what I can do or how I can give to others. It has been a tough year for my family and a tough year for many families whether it is our soldiers fighting overseas, their families waiting at home, death in the families, divorces, economic hard times, cutthroat politicians trading on fear and hate and last, but most certainly not least tragedies such as those faced in Paris, Beirut, and many other places.
We are very familiar with the choke of the times. Here, I wanted to give something back this holiday season. Years ago, one of my local radio stations used to have write ins for people to nominate families for Christmas or holiday gift certificates. Nominated families or individuals included those who really were not going to have much to celebrate because they couldn’t afford gifts or decorations or a big Christmas meal.
Beginning today and lasting until December 18, I am hosting a holiday give away post featuring an item and the author who is giving it away. To enter, all someone has to do is nominate the person they want to send the gift to and post a short reason why. If that person wins, then the gift will be sent to the recipient with a note wishing them a happy holiday season signed from the author giving it away, me and of course the person who entered them.
So far, I have several authors and items pledged to this effort. Be sure to visit daily throughout the holiday season and nominate those you love and care about and send them a gift – and yes, I will send them around the world!
For a chance to win:
- Nominate the person you want to send that day’s gift to and a short reason as to why. (All entries in comments are counted toward final giveaways whether you use rafflecopter or not)
- For an extra entry, spread the word about this giveaway: Blog, Facebook, Twitter, etc. – leave a link in the comments.
- Leave your email with your comment ONLY IF it is NOT part of your profile.
- This giveaway is open to everyone for nominations, however you cannot enter yourself.
- You may only win one gift to send.
- Giveaways begin November today and run through December 18.
As a special edition to the giveaway, several of the authors have donated towards gift cards that will go to three lucky commentators for giving the gift of caring to someone else in their lives. Every time you nominate someone for a prize is an opportunity to be listed in this giveaway. The final winners will be announced on December 19, so be sure to watch for it!
Thank you to the readers for hanging out with me each day, even when I have nothing to say (which is far more often than I’d like!).
How would someone you love enjoy a Bubbles & Books gift box
with two shifter books and some artisan soap? Talk about a relaxing time. One lucky commentator will be able to give this gift to someone.
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