Author: Linnea May
Series: Standalone
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Holiday Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: December 3 2017
Blurb/Synopsis:
Short Blurb
I was never supposed to be here.
Stranded. Trapped. Snowed In.
With her.
This blizzard keeps me from fulfilling my duty as my father's successor, leading a business empire that has no equal. I have all the money in the world, but it is useless against this act of nature.
Beautiful small town girl Lena offers me shelter in her lonely home, even though we didn’t get off to a good start.
It may be the alluring depth of sadness in her ocean blue eyes, her flawless porcelain skin, or the sweet and tantalizing lure of the mulled wine she’s making – but something tells me, she’s ready to take what I have to offer.
Longer Blurb
This was supposed to be my first official appearance, my introduction as the new face of my family’s empire.
It was not supposed to turn into a f*cking trap, imprisoning in the middle of nowhere during a blizzard.
Matters shift from bad to worse when I find myself stranded and dependent on her. Lena, the beautiful but impertinent small town girl who offers me shelter.
We didn’t get off to a good start, but now we’re forced to ride out this damn blizzard together, trapped in her strange house, snapping at each other and bantering back and forth like an old couple, even though we just met.
It may be the alluring depth of sadness in her ocean blue eyes, her flawless porcelain skin, or the sweet and tantalizing lure of the mulled wine she’s making – but something tells me, she’s ready to take what I have to offer.
She’s not sassy by default, but she’s awaking the monster in me.
And there’s nowhere for either of us to run.
***This is a sweet & sexy novella with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhangers - but lots of mulled wine & scenes that will warm your heart and set your kindle on fire! Includes bonus material for a limited time!***
Her lips taste of red wine, spiced with anise, cinnamon
and a hint of orange and clove. There's a sweetness to it that confuses the mind, a taste so unusual and exotic - just like her.
She looks like Snow White, with her porcelain skin, her dark brown locks and her deep red lips, but instead of seven dwarfs, it's a little rodent she shares her life with.
When I break our kiss, I'm met with her ocean blue eyes, piercing through me just like they did that very first time we met. It's only been a couple of days, but the connection we've built since then runs deeper than any other relationship I have with anyone else.
And it frightens the hell out of me.
Because I know this is not forever.
This was just a blessing in disguise, an inconvenience that turned into days filled with hot wine and pleasure. A leisure time I didn't factor in, forced on me by a blizzard that stopped time for us, just long enough to get a taste of someone I was never meant to meet. A girl so delicious and hauntingly beautiful that her taste and image will remain with me for a long time, even after this ends.
It will end. Soon.
But the snow hasn't cleared just yet, and we're still locked in our cage, laced with comfort and bliss. Her presence is still with me, her body and mind still mine.
She's naked, and a sweet sigh flees her cherry lips when my hands trail down along the sides of her body, my fingertips barely touching her as I get a sense of her hot skin. Her cheeks are flushed from wine and delight and her breath hikes when I approach her core, my hands resting on her hips for a moment before I grab her ass, cupping her tight cheeks in each hand. I pull her closer, my hardness poking in her belly, and her lips curve into a smile. She squeals with joy when I lift her up, and her lean legs are wrapped around my waist within an instant.
"You're hot," I tell her, as her pretty face hovers above mine. "Burning hot."
She responds with a tipsy giggle, but when I turn around and start walking toward the door, the expression on her face changes.
"Let's cool you down a bit," I announce, before I kick the door open, ignoring her frantic attempts to stop me, by fighting her way out of my embrace.
"No, don't!" she begs, now clinging on to me for dear life as I step into the cold.
The fierce winter storm bites into our skin and her arms tighten around my neck.
"Don't let me go," she pleads. "Bring me back inside!"
A smile tugs on my lips.
"You've been a naughty girl," I whisper into her ear. "And what do naughty girls get?"
She mewls and squirms in my arms, but my hold on her only tightens as I trudge through the knee-high snow in her yard.
"People will see us!" she exclaims.
"What do naughty girls get?"
"Punishment," she breathes. "But-"
Her words of dissent are cut off when my hands dig into the flesh of her bruised ass as I lift her up from my hip and toss her through the air, her long limbs sprawled away from her body, waving as she flies through the air. Her fall is cushioned by the snow, and she shrieks as the cold pierces through her skin.
But there's a smile dancing on her face, wide and honest - laced with sexy mischief.
Recipe for German Mulled Wine
* 1 Bottle of red wine (dry)
* 2 Cinnamon sticks
* 1-2 Oranges
* about 7 whole Cloves
* 2-3 Star Anis
* 1/4-1/2 cup of brown sugar (depending on how sweet you want it)
* optional: 50ml of Rum
Heat up everything but sugar and rum in a bowl (don't boil!), add Orange in slices. Allow to infuse for 5-10 minutes, add sugar (and rum, if you want) and heat up again. Be careful to never boil!
Skim spices and oranges and serve hot. :)
A Special Sneak Peek
Prolog
Jason
and a hint of orange and clove. There's a sweetness to it that confuses the mind, a taste so unusual and exotic - just like her.
She looks like Snow White, with her porcelain skin, her dark brown locks and her deep red lips, but instead of seven dwarfs, it's a little rodent she shares her life with.
When I break our kiss, I'm met with her ocean blue eyes, piercing through me just like they did that very first time we met. It's only been a couple of days, but the connection we've built since then runs deeper than any other relationship I have with anyone else.
And it frightens the hell out of me.
Because I know this is not forever.
This was just a blessing in disguise, an inconvenience that turned into days filled with hot wine and pleasure. A leisure time I didn't factor in, forced on me by a blizzard that stopped time for us, just long enough to get a taste of someone I was never meant to meet. A girl so delicious and hauntingly beautiful that her taste and image will remain with me for a long time, even after this ends.
It will end. Soon.
But the snow hasn't cleared just yet, and we're still locked in our cage, laced with comfort and bliss. Her presence is still with me, her body and mind still mine.
She's naked, and a sweet sigh flees her cherry lips when my hands trail down along the sides of her body, my fingertips barely touching her as I get a sense of her hot skin. Her cheeks are flushed from wine and delight and her breath hikes when I approach her core, my hands resting on her hips for a moment before I grab her ass, cupping her tight cheeks in each hand. I pull her closer, my hardness poking in her belly, and her lips curve into a smile. She squeals with joy when I lift her up, and her lean legs are wrapped around my waist within an instant.
"You're hot," I tell her, as her pretty face hovers above mine. "Burning hot."
She responds with a tipsy giggle, but when I turn around and start walking toward the door, the expression on her face changes.
"Let's cool you down a bit," I announce, before I kick the door open, ignoring her frantic attempts to stop me, by fighting her way out of my embrace.
"No, don't!" she begs, now clinging on to me for dear life as I step into the cold.
The fierce winter storm bites into our skin and her arms tighten around my neck.
"Don't let me go," she pleads. "Bring me back inside!"
A smile tugs on my lips.
"You've been a naughty girl," I whisper into her ear. "And what do naughty girls get?"
She mewls and squirms in my arms, but my hold on her only tightens as I trudge through the knee-high snow in her yard.
"People will see us!" she exclaims.
"What do naughty girls get?"
"Punishment," she breathes. "But-"
Her words of dissent are cut off when my hands dig into the flesh of her bruised ass as I lift her up from my hip and toss her through the air, her long limbs sprawled away from her body, waving as she flies through the air. Her fall is cushioned by the snow, and she shrieks as the cold pierces through her skin.
But there's a smile dancing on her face, wide and honest - laced with sexy mischief.
My heroes are as sexy and beautiful as they are broken - only to be fixed by the smart & captivating heroines who cross their paths.
Originally from Europe, I currently tries to befriend the lively squirrels in Rhode Island. ❤
Amazon Author Page
BookBub
Book + Main Bites
Facebook Author Page
Goodreads
Instagram @authorlinneamay
Twitter @Linnea__May
Website
.png)
0 comments:
Post a Comment
I would love to hear your thoughts. :) HAPPY READING !!!!