By H K Carlton (Guest Blogger)
I'd like to thank Lisabet for inviting me back. I’m excited the share my first holiday story entitled Mistle Tow. But be forewarned, if you’re looking for a mushy sentimental, carol-filled, tree-trimming, tinsel clinging, twinkling lights and sweet togetherness kind of story, that’s not what this is. It’s really only a holiday story in the sense that it takes place over the Christmas season.
Have you ever had one of those years when you wished you could just avoid the holidays altogether? A wake me when it’s over kind of feeling. Everyone else is joyful and festive and you just want to bah humbug the entire season.
I think we all have. Whether, it’s just been a crappy year all around and you’d just like to forget it, or maybe finances are an issue (when aren’t they?), illness, or perhaps you’re dealing with a break up and facing the season alone for the first time in a long time. The thought of watching all the happy couples around the supper table is the last thing you want to endure.
That’s what Brant Holley is coping with this year. He’s determined to put the past behind him and avoid the holidays all in one fell swoop.
The last thing Brantley Holley wants to do this year is spend the holidays at home with his family.
In an attempt to move on from his failed marriage, Brant places the marital home on the market and also decides to clean house, ridding himself of any and all reminders. Although it wrecks him to do so, that includes selling his beloved ’66 Chevelle, which may also have contributed to the demise of his marriage.
Brant puts his baby up on the auction block at one of the premier auction houses— the auction to be held over the holidays. But instead of racking up needless extra miles on her, which might be a detriment to potential buyers, he hires a flatbed tow truck to convey his precious cargo from Philadelphia to Arizona.
But when the rollback shows up, Brant is totally unprepared for the sexy blonde bombshell in the red Santa hat, who steps out of the massive red tow truck.
All of a sudden, the holidays are looking a whole lot more festive.
After filling up on food and fuel they were on the road again. The light, fun, and teasing banter continued, often turning quite sexual in nature.
By the time they finally stopped for Kin to rest, Brant was pretty keyed up.
Same as the night before she started out on the other side of the truck, but she was restless.
“Come over here,” he said, finally. “You’re obviously more comfortable this end.”
She cracked and eye and squinted at him. Invitingly, he spread his arm out.
With a sigh she switched ends.
Twenty minutes later, she was still wide awake.
Brant reached over and floated his hand over her forehead softly then stroked into her hair.
“No.” She sat up, bringing her knees up. She sat close to him. “Not with you touching me.”
Rebuked, he set his hands in his lap. “Sorry.”
But as she continued to look at him, what she’d meant became clear. “Not when you’re anywhere close to me.”
His cock lengthened. He wasn’t the only one fighting the overwhelming attraction.
With his index finger, he reached over and moved her hair from her forehead.
Directly over her shoulder, on the hook, the little piece of mistletoe attached to the pompom on the Santa hat, goaded him.
With the same finger, he gave the sprig a little flick. It danced over her head.
Brant then softly traced the line of her full bottom lip with his thumb.
Ever so slowly, he leaned in. Kinley remained utterly still. Brant softly kissed her lips then immediately backed away. Giving her a chance to put a stop to this. He’d give her the choice. But he wanted this badly. It would be torture to stop, especially when they had so many miles yet to travel together, but he would.
“This is probably the stupidest decision either one of us has ever made,” she whispered.
T'is the season of giving. I'll be gifting one of my other Evernight Titles.
Winners choice, whichever tickles your fancy. Click on the links to read the blurbs.
M/M Naughty Fairy Tale, Jack and the Jean Stock
Mild D/s, Next Weekend
Erotic, New Adult, Memories of Us
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Merry Christmas, Everyone. Wishing you all the blessings of the season.
About the Author
H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres and couplings; including contemporary, historical, paranormal, naughty fairy tales, family saga, mafia/mob and erotica (m/f, m/m, menage, m/f/f, m/m/m)
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