By
H K Carlton (Guest Blogger)
Bah!
Humbug!
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.
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
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.
“Can’t
sleep?”
“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.
It
was all the encouragement he needed.
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Merry
Christmas, Everyone. Wishing you all the blessings of the season.
Cheers!
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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