When a children’s book author’s only chance to
get home for Christmas lies in a road trip with her sexy ex-husband anything
can happen, naughty or nice. Unwrap this Christmas novella from Amazon
best-selling author Miranda Liasson, CAN’T MISS CHRISTMAS…
CAN’T MISS CHRISTMAS by Miranda Liasson
Finding
love again is the best Christmas present of all.
It’s
two days before Christmas and bestselling children’s author Grace Alberts needs
to fulfill a promise—to make it to a book signing for the kids at the
Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, the place that did so much for her during
a very rough time. But the weather’s getting awful and all flights are
cancelled out of Boston, where she’s wrapping up her book tour. Then in walks
her annoying but extremely sexy ex-husband, who (as usual) thinks he’s got all
the answers.
Graham
Walker just stopped by to get a book signed for Grace’s biggest fan, his niece,
and wish Grace a Merry Christmas—why not? But he soon finds himself
troubleshooting her dilemma. He’s got a Range Rover that can plow through a
hundred-year Nor’easter. He’s even headed home to Philly. Trouble is, Grace's
and his past is a disaster, something he has no intention of reliving while
driving through a winter storm, no matter how much he once loved her. And maybe
still does.
Bad
weather has a way of bringing out the best and the worst in people, and when a
run in with some deer antlers leads them to a forced stop in Mirror Lake,
Connecticut, anything can happen, naughty or nice. Maybe a bit of enforced
alone time and some Christmas magic can be just what it takes for them to face
their past—and each other—once and for all.
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November 7, 2017
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Excerpt:
Somehow, Grace managed to pass Graham and get
in the bathroom, where she used the time to try to calm the hell down. If she
didn’t come up with an excuse to leave this room, something combustible was
going to happen between them. She had to get out while she still had all her
wits about her.
When she’d finally got her breathing under
control, she left the bathroom, walked toward her suitcase, and stubbed her toe
on the bed.
She let out a curse and hopped around a
little, imagining what she must look like with her bedhead hair, red plaid
flannel, and Christmas socks. Very sexy. Unlike the delicious, muscular god
walking toward her.
She tried to use the pain to distract herself
from how her mouth had suddenly gone dry and her knees felt as wobbly as a
one-year-old’s, but it wasn’t really working. Worse, Graham stepped a little
closer.
She splayed out her arms, warning him back.
All that lean muscle, all that raw, masculine heat—it could not come near her. She would throw
herself at him, smooth her hands over all that hard, bountiful muscle, and beg
for things. Her body could not be trusted. “I’m fine. Really. Just stubbed my
toe.”
“Want me to take a look?”
His gaze was torching her, like paper in a
fire that turns immediately to ash and blows away.
The fact that he was now inches away with his
lips quirked into the slightest smile told her he didn’t heed her warning, or
give a damn about it. And oh, she did not want him to. He was so close now, she
could smell the soap from his shower, see the little beads of water on his
shoulders. His fingers gripped her elbow, and she swore it tingled from his
touch. Other parts of her were sort of on fire too. So not good. “Let’s see
it,” he said, the smile morphing into a wicked grin.
“Graham, I’m fine.” She tried to shrug away.
He dropped his hand, but still she felt pinned in place, unable to move or even
breathe. Electricity buzzed and snapped between them. She didn’t want him to
see how much he affected her, yet she was helpless with him so near.
His gaze homed in on her lips. He was going
to…yes, he was. Kiss her. Her heartbeat thrummed in her throat, and every
muscle froze in anticipation.
She wanted it. Wanted him. So, so badly.
Graham lowered his mouth. The dip of his head
was so familiar, yet it made every nerve stand on end. At last, their lips met.
His were soft and pliant, and they brushed against hers, carefully and slowly.
Her hand was trembling as she wrapped it around his neck and pulled him toward
her until their bodies were flush, fitting together like they were always meant
to.
That simple move blew careful and slow right
out of the water. His mouth crushed hers, devouring her with deep, sensual
kisses. His tongue slid inside her mouth, and she met it with equal vigor,
desire roaring and crashing between them, unleashed like a storm surge,
uncontrollable and insatiable.
Suddenly, Graham pulled back, out of breath.
He cradled her face in his hands and looked at her tenderly. “I missed you,” he
said. “I missed this.”
Author Bio
Miranda Liasson loves to write stories about everyday people
who find love despite themselves, because there’s nothing like a great love
story. And if there are a few laughs along the way, even better! She’s a Romance
Writers of America Golden Heart winner and an Amazon bestselling author whose
heartwarming and humorous small–town romances have won accolades such as the
Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence and have been Harlequin Junkie and Night Owl
Reviews Top Picks.
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