It’s the most wonderful time of the year! I just love that song as well as We need a little Christmas. Last year around this time I dreaded the holidays and kept hoping for a remote control that would fast forward through the holidays. This year, however, I’m excited. Christmas shopping is fantastic. I’m halfway through my list and if that wasn’t enough, I’ve a new release this Friday. Yes, Friday the 13th.
No cover as of yet, but I’ve got a blurb and an excerpt for Beneath the Mistletoe
Maddie has harbored a secret crush for her suave and sexy dance partner, Max, but confessing how she feels could end a great partnership.
Max has lusted after Maddie since their very first dance six months prior. He has no problem acting on his feelings, but she belongs to someone else.
When circumstances leave Maddie open and available, Max and Maddie could get their Christmas wish, a dance beneath the mistletoe.
Max jerked her against the hard wall of his chest, his fingers grazing her cheek. “Where are you tonight, Madeline?” He placed his hands on her waist, lifted her high in the air, and she scissored her legs above his head.
She smoothed her hands down his back, the damp cotton warm beneath her hands. He did a three-sixty with her overhead in the splits. A quick toss and she rotated like a yo-yo. He caught her in his arms before dropping her in a swan dive, her nose mere inches from the hardwood floor.
He set her on her feet. A frown marred the perfection of his face.
“Sorry.” She gasped a breath before executing several pirouettes. She over-rotated, missed her cue, and tripped over Max’s foot. He grabbed her around the waist.
“Enough!” He stalked to the music player, stabbed a button, and the music abruptly ceased. “Are you trying to twist an ankle? You know the steps. The routine is complicated enough without you daydreaming.”
Panting, she hop-stepped to her gym bag, grabbed a towel, and blotted the sweat from her face. “Sorry.” She inhaled a ragged breath. Somehow, she had to rein in her wayward thoughts. But every time he touched her all she could think about was tracing the muscles in his arms, and the sensual mambo they rehearsed didn’t help. Each time his pelvis brushed hers, she wanted to wrap her legs around his waist. And the moment when she did—a sigh escaped her lips—she imagined the way he would feel deep inside her. No, she couldn’t tell him what was really on her mind. What if he didn’t want the same thing? She couldn’t bear another blow to her ego. She lowered the towel and was caught by his piercing blue stare. Her gaze roved over him, reading concern in his eyes and the firm set of his jaw.
“Sorry?” He shook his head. “We perform this routine in less than a week. And with all the rehearsals we’ve missed we can’t afford to waste any more time. Talk!”
Silence hung between them while she gathered her thoughts. All she had to do was open her mouth and blurt out the truth, yet she hesitated. Verbalizing her feelings would change everything and having a little bit of Max was better than having none of him at all.
She followed his movements when he crossed to his own bag and retrieved a bottle of water. His biceps flexed as he raised the bottle to his full luscious lips, and his throat constricted when he swallowed. She patted the towel along her face again as desire danced through her veins. Keeping this secret from him was harder than she expected.
“Let’s just finish this rehearsal and go home,” she said, tossing her towel aside. She strolled to the center of the dance floor and waited.
When he didn’t cue up the music, she faced him. He sat on the long narrow bench lining the one mirrored wall. A scowl tugged at his mouth and her heart sank. Max wasn’t going to finish rehearsal unless she told him what was wrong.
Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic