Former reality star, housewife Kendall Swanson, has it all. A luxury high-rise condo in Los Angeles, an expensive convertible and her job is personal assistant to television’s hottest producer. What more could a girl want? Certainly not what her boss asked of her. Go back to her small town, and for his next reality TV sensation, find the ultimate single cowboy to host the ranch “makeovers”. Faster than you can say “stuffed turkey” it’s goodbye palm trees, hello Kerrville, AKA Hell, and yes, it’s frozen over. At least on her parent’s front lawn. How bad could the holidays with her family be? Other than the reindeer in the house and Deacon Cutes being back in town.
Deacon Cutes wasn’t expecting Kendall to blow into town in an over-priced car and designer handbag. He should’ve known she’d be back, he was here for the same reason. The only reason anyone returned to the small town was for weddings, funerals and the occasional holiday. One wedding, one after party and he’d be back on the road singing country songs to star crazed fans—make that after thirty days of community service for a minor infraction.
Wait, did the reindeer just talk? Time to lay off the sauce and not the cranberry kind.
“Who wants carrot cake?” The church organist offered up happily, having been excluded from the proverbial bomb dropped in the living room.
Fritz reared, his body bumping both Sadie and Kendall. The cake went up and Kendall fell back. Deacon reached out to stop her fall but instead with the momentum both went over. The cake landed as the tree crashed to the floor with a scatter of ornaments and tinsel. Garland landed on Kendall’s face. Her soft curves sandwiched between the fallen Christmas tree and Deacon’s body.
He’d be a liar to say he hadn’t pictured himself on top of her. However, no clothes and no audience had also been part of that erotic image. He removed the garland from her and stared down into her eyes. From where he was laying, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize their bodies fit together perfectly. His groin stirred as his chest experienced her breasts coming against him hard with the shallow breaths leaving her lungs.
A flicker of anger crossed her features and she gritted her teeth. “Considering the tree is under me,” she whispered in seething temper. “I highly doubt that is a branch poking into my hip.”
Of all the comments and of all the girls he could have been in the situation with, he couldn’t think of one he’d rather be pressed against. The scent of her became damn near intoxicating and it took every ounce of strength not to kiss her senseless. He leaned in close to her ear and purposely blew warm breath against her skin. “It’s not a branch, baby, but most definitely wood.”
She hissed and struggled to get up slapping him lightly, which induced him to laugh. “I hate you, Deacon!”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born and raised in Las Vegas, Nevada, I still call Sin City home. I’ve always been a sucker for romance novels and movies, especially romantic comedies. Writing is more than just words to me it’s captivating slices of characters’ lives and sharing them with the reader. I’m a firm believer that heroes and heroines had a life before page one of any story and their past as well as life experiences, made them who they are.
Coming from the southwest I have a major soft spot for cowboys, but also love suspense, a bit of intrigue and kick-ass heroines. Of course, there is always the time to slip in a good paranormal. I try to keep my writing diverse and always on the naughty side.