cover art by Reneé George
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-569-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: Gingersnaps
Length: Hot Flash
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-569-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Magic and Mayhem, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: Gingersnaps
Length: Hot Flash
Blurb:
Welcome to Serendipity Estates, where accidental meetings, a little magic, and a bit of hot lust are a recipe for love ever after. We hope you enjoy your stay.
In an apartment complex where fortunate accidents in love occur, Donna and Jack will have a Christmas present mix-up that shows a little bit of their kinky side.
In an apartment complex where fortunate accidents in love occur, Donna and Jack will have a Christmas present mix-up that shows a little bit of their kinky side.
Excerpt:
Copyright ©2008 Dawn Montgomery
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Dark, sinful, and probably batting for the other team. Donna eyed the sexy curve of Jack’s ass in his tight-fitting jeans with hunger bordering on obsession. Or stalking, a voice in the back of her head interjected. Each step up the stairs enhanced her fantasy of running her fingernails over his well-sculpted body until…
She sighed and shifted the load in her arms, easing an awkward hold on her belated Christmas presents. To herself. They were supposed to be under the tree long before Christmas Eve, but it’s hard to convince yourself to buy something for a little self-love over the holidays. She’d gone all out for the occasion, got waxed a couple of days ago, got a manicure, a pedicure. All in preparation for buying the Mighty Mo, platinum edition. A sex toy that, according to the package, could do everything she ever wanted a man to do. Except cuddle or talk. She sighed again. The pity party was getting old.
Jack’s ass was far more interesting. She openly admired his efficient movements, wishing for something with a little more meat for her self-pleasure party, but sex with a stranger and the holiday season was usually a recipe for disaster.
Jack swung around suddenly as though to go back down the stairs. Donna tried to move out of the way, but her packages knocked her off balance. She waved her arms, tossing the packages around like a drunk juggler. He dropped his and pulled her into his arms. They fell against the steps and she sprawled against his finely muscled chest.
Donna cleared her throat and mumbled an apology.
“Are you okay?”
She probably shouldn’t notice the way his chest rumbled when he spoke or the strength of his thighs under her hands.
“Yes, I’m” -- she paused and shook her head, trying to clear the mud from her thoughts -- “fine.” She pushed off his chest and looked everywhere but at him. “What about you? I must have crushed you.”
His laughter sent warmth throughout her entire body. “It takes far more than a little tumble to leave me hurting.”
Donna couldn’t quite stop the mental snort at his words. Of course she was probably the only one thinking about sex all the time. “I think our Christmas presents might not have fared so well.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.” She scrambled up, trying desperately to look enticing and knowing she failed miserably. “I need to find my presents.”
“Okay, we’ll look. Mine are scattered as well.” He started down the stairs. “What do yours look like?”
Donna choked in embarrassment. What was she going to say? Seven inches of ridged silicone? Please don’t let him find my Mighty Mo. At least it was wrapped.
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
Dark, sinful, and probably batting for the other team. Donna eyed the sexy curve of Jack’s ass in his tight-fitting jeans with hunger bordering on obsession. Or stalking, a voice in the back of her head interjected. Each step up the stairs enhanced her fantasy of running her fingernails over his well-sculpted body until…
She sighed and shifted the load in her arms, easing an awkward hold on her belated Christmas presents. To herself. They were supposed to be under the tree long before Christmas Eve, but it’s hard to convince yourself to buy something for a little self-love over the holidays. She’d gone all out for the occasion, got waxed a couple of days ago, got a manicure, a pedicure. All in preparation for buying the Mighty Mo, platinum edition. A sex toy that, according to the package, could do everything she ever wanted a man to do. Except cuddle or talk. She sighed again. The pity party was getting old.
Jack’s ass was far more interesting. She openly admired his efficient movements, wishing for something with a little more meat for her self-pleasure party, but sex with a stranger and the holiday season was usually a recipe for disaster.
Jack swung around suddenly as though to go back down the stairs. Donna tried to move out of the way, but her packages knocked her off balance. She waved her arms, tossing the packages around like a drunk juggler. He dropped his and pulled her into his arms. They fell against the steps and she sprawled against his finely muscled chest.
Donna cleared her throat and mumbled an apology.
“Are you okay?”
She probably shouldn’t notice the way his chest rumbled when he spoke or the strength of his thighs under her hands.
“Yes, I’m” -- she paused and shook her head, trying to clear the mud from her thoughts -- “fine.” She pushed off his chest and looked everywhere but at him. “What about you? I must have crushed you.”
His laughter sent warmth throughout her entire body. “It takes far more than a little tumble to leave me hurting.”
Donna couldn’t quite stop the mental snort at his words. Of course she was probably the only one thinking about sex all the time. “I think our Christmas presents might not have fared so well.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes.” She scrambled up, trying desperately to look enticing and knowing she failed miserably. “I need to find my presents.”
“Okay, we’ll look. Mine are scattered as well.” He started down the stairs. “What do yours look like?”
Donna choked in embarrassment. What was she going to say? Seven inches of ridged silicone? Please don’t let him find my Mighty Mo. At least it was wrapped.
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