Katie Warham has
just one wish this year…to have the best Christmas ever!
If only she could
lock herself away in a cloud of flour and sugar at her cosy little tearoom,
Crumbtious Cakes, instead of spending the festive season trapped with her
judgemental mother, crazy Aunt Gina and loved-up celebrity brother Carl…
But Katie never
expected her ex-boyfriend, widower Sam – and his two adorable children – to
turn up on her doorstep. She didn’t think that any man could tempt her under
the mistletoe this year, but Sam might just prove the exception! And as the
snow begins to fall and Katie puts the final touches to her famous Christmas
cake, she begins to wonder, could her Christmas wish actually come true?
This holiday
season, snuggle up by a roaring fire with a mulled wine and enjoy Darcie
Boleyn’s festive winter warmer!
Ann appeared in the doorway with two large
mugs and I grinned, anticipating what delights she had created. When she handed
me my mug, I wasn’t disappointed. The surface of the drink was frothy with
whipped cream and when I sniffed it, the warming aromas of ginger and cinnamon
made my mouth water. I couldn’t resist sticking my finger into the cream and
scooping out one of our homemade gingerbread marshmallows. I placed it on my
tongue and allowed it to slowly melt there, the sugary surface soon giving way
to a soft and gooey centre.
‘Good?’ Ann asked as she sat next to me and
grinned at me from beneath a whipped cream moustache.
‘Heavenly.’ I raised my mug to my lips and
blew on the liquid, eager to cool it down and drink it. We sat like that, in
the companionable silence of good friends, as we consumed our calorific hot
chocolates and I could feel the strains of the day slipping away from me until
I was almost comatose.
Ann turned in her seat to look at me. ‘So
do you want to talk about it?’ Trust her to wait until I was too relaxed to put
up a fight. I shrugged.
How many times could we discuss the same
old things?”
Excerpt 2
I parked, climbed out and hitched my
stretchy jeans up over my tummy, wriggling from side to side as I did so, then
I opened the boot. As I reached over to lift out the box of cakes, I heard
footsteps behind me.
‘Hi there. Need a hand?’
The voice was deep, soft and
knee-tremblingly sexy. Somewhere in the depths of my mind, it sparked a memory.
Sensations. Emotions. Tummy butterflies. Then I realised that whoever it was
would be getting a good view of my butt and I did a mental sigh.
I turned slowly – taking care not to bump
my already tender head, as I brought the box from the boot – and saw the
broadest chest I had ever seen in my life. I could have ironed a king-sized
duvet cover on it. I gripped the box tighter, suddenly afraid that my wanton
fingers would release it in their hurry to caress those gorgeous pecs so
obvious beneath the tight-fitting grey polo shirt.
‘Are you okay?’ That voice again like
melted chocolate, running through my fingers, over my tongue. My legs started
shaking. Get a grip, Katie. Look up. See who it is. Although I already knew. I
raised my eyes slowly, memorizing every muscle beneath the clothing that I
didn’t want to be there and saw…
“Sam? Is that really you?’ My stomach
dropped to my boots.
Excerpt 3
“Sorry?’ He was so close now that I could
enjoy his scent. Fresh citrus shower gel mingled with something deeper and
sexier like cloves and cinnamon. I closed my eyes and licked my lips.
‘Daddy, why is Katie sleeping standing up?’
I blinked quickly and my cheeks flushed. Ooops!
‘She’s just a bit tired this morning,
Holly,’ Sam said to the tiny person at his side.
‘I thought she was after a kiss under the
mistletoe,’ Jack said as he pointed to the previously unnoticed greenery above
our heads. Who had put that there?
‘Well I’d hate to disappoint a lady.’ Sam
grinned at me and my insides somersaulted. He wasn’t serious?
‘Go on then Daddy.’ Holly shook Sam’s hand.
‘Kiss her.’
‘Katie?’ Sam raised his eyebrows and
released his children’s hands. He leaned forwards and whispered in my ear, ‘I
guess it couldn’t hurt.’
What choice did we have? It would look
strange now if I refused. I had no choice. Really.
Author Bio
Darcie
Boleyn has a huge heart and is a real softy. She never fails to cry at books
and movies, whether the ending is happy or not. Darcie is in possession of an
overactive imagination that often keeps her awake at night. Her childhood dream
was to become a Jedi but she hasn’t yet found suitable transport to take her to
a galaxy far, far away. She also has reservations about how she’d look in a
gold bikini, as she rather enjoys red wine, cheese and loves anything with
ginger or cherries in it – especially chocolate. Darcie fell in love in New
York, got married in the snow, rescues uncoordinated greyhounds and can usually
be found reading or typing away on her laptop.
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