HOT WINTER KISS Releases 30th November 2012
Book four in the bestselling Irish Kisses series.
Tasty treats await you.
PARINGS: m/f
FLAME RATING: four
GENRE: contemporary romance
PUBLISHER: www.decadentpublishing.com
PAGE COUNT: 47
CONTENT: May to December / Tinsel Play / Irish Castle / Snowed In /
Holiday Romance
BLURB:
Hot winter kisses to warm broken hearts….
Sick of tending to everyone else’s needs
around the holidays, divorced barmaid and granny Sandra ferries it from London
to Belfast. All she wants for Christmas is some peace with a romance story in
front of a roaring fire in a remote Irish castle. What she gets is a most
unexpected Christmas present from her friends at Bell’s—A 1Night Stand with a
young Irishman.
Can she hack it in the real world of romance,
or are life’s complications and treacherous snowstorms best left to the pages
of a book?
Newly widowed Ardan Draighean owns Ballygalley
castle. Once run as a hotel with his late wife, the stone building now serves
as a home for him and his son. After hearing about Madame Eve’s matchmaking
skills, he contacts her in search of the perfect match. Although much older
than him—by fifteen years—Sandra is his ideal woman. He be damned if he’ll let
a good story get in the way of his happy ever after with her.
Hot winter kisses are all this couple needs to
stay warm this Christmas, but will the heat stay long after the magical season
of mistletoe has finished?
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ALSO AVAILABLE:
Sweet Irish Kiss, book 1
Shamrocked, book 2
Threesome Sweetness, book 3
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HOT WINTER KISS Excerpt:
“No phones! But
I’ve got to call the family and let them know I arrived safely.”
“We’re
stranded here until the roads have been cleared.” “Heck, I’m meant to travel to
Dunluce Castle the day after tomorrow. I’m booked in for their
Christmas Eve dinner special.”
“You should make it fine. The snow never sticks
around for long with us being
on the coast. But
we’re not likely to get any more bookings, at least not today. It’ll just be
yourself and Mr. Draighean as guests, by the looks of it.”
“Mr. Draighean?”
“You met him, I
believe. He drove you home through last night’s terrible storm.”
“It’s just us? Here
in this castle? With no phones? Stranded here....” What did I say, St Nick?
No more fuck ups.
“Ah, here he is
now.”
The back door swung
open, and there he stood, holding a bird carcass by its feet. “The bird is from
ya husband. Reckon ya can rustle up a dumpling stew with this for dinner
tonight?”
“Of course.” Laura took the dead animal. Holding it at arm’s length
and scrunching up her face, she dropped it into a huge boiler pot. She then
rushed to the sink to scrub her hands clean. “Eww, why can’t we get our meat
from the store like everyone else?”
Sandra snorted. “Do
guests usually bring their own dinner ala fresh-from-the- farm?”
“I’ve been coming
here years, love. Like family, I am.” He winked at Laura who rolled her eyes
and turned to finish making a brew.
“Erm, guess I kinda
owe you a thank you for last night.”
“No need. Besides,
I think ya kiss was thanks enough.” Chuckling, he motioned to Laura for a
drink.
“Not going to let
me forget about that, are you?” Sandra backed up against a kitchen cupboard and
gulped.
He strutted into
her personal space and nudged her chin. “Nope, and I’m only ta happy ta oblige
a replay...for memories sake,” he rasped, slinking forward and pinning her
against the worktop behind her.
“You cheeky
beggar.” Sandra glanced over his shoulder and willed herself not to look him in
the eye, for if she did, her knees would buckle and she’d slam to the ground. A
nervous giggle escaped her. She placed a hand over his and squeezed at his
fingers to get him to release his clasp. There was no budging him.
“I just want....”
He moved closer still, his breath grazing her mouth, and she leaned toward him.
She tried to stop the forward motion, but it seemed her body knew more about
what she needed than her brain did.
“The sugar for me
brew.” He reached around her and retrieved the bowl of caster sugar. Relief and
disappointment surged through her, and the inevitable happened. Her legs gave
way. She swayed a little but grabbed the worktop to save her fall.
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Author bio:
Born n bred Brit, JoAnne Kenrick grew up in a wee
sea-side town in North Wales and has enjoyed a variety of vocations such as
holistic healer, window dresser, and ghost tour guide. Having lived in Wales,
England, and Scotland with her dear family, she finally escaped the dull
British summers to reside in sunny Australia. After two years, they moved to
the States where she endured three harsh winters in Minnesota. She now lives in
North Carolina with her husband, two kids and two puddy cats. When they aren't
demanding her attention, or jumping on her head, she strums away on the keys of
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