SPOTLIGHT: The Firm-- Rogue by Tuesday Morrigan

SPOTLIGHT -- The Firm: Rogue
by Tuesday Morrigan

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-633-9
Genre(s): Paranormal
Theme(s): Interracial, Shapeshifters, BBW, Seasonal Themes
Series: The Firm
Length: Novella

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Blurb:

"4 Blue Ribbons! Together this couple is dynamite and the atmosphere between them is fantastic. The love scenes are burning with an intensity that will glue you to your seat."
--Romance Junkies"

5 Angels! As readers watch Nicollet and Kaelyn dance around each other, the author builds their awareness until it is almost a living thing. The combustible chemistry had this reader anxious to see what would cause a spark to ignite."
-- Amanda S., Fallen Angel Reviews

It’s Christmas Eve and Nicollet Edenton is still trying to understand how she’d agreed to play the role of Santa’s helper; coerced into wearing a tight, velvet Santa’s helper outfit, she spent several hours handing out gifts to children in the nation’s largest department store. Things couldn’t get any worse, right? Wrong. Ready to escape, Nicollet realizes she has been locked inside of the department store with her sexy as sin coworker, Kaelyn Lionheart.
Kaelyn and Nicollet find they can no longer run away from the attraction they both fear. When the hunger burns out of control, will Nicollet be able to accept that the man she has fallen in love with is something more than a man?

Excerpt:

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“You’re not Santa’s helper.”
“Oh yes I am, sweetheart,” she replied in the sweetest tone she could manage. It was after all past nine on a cold winter night and she was wearing the shortest, tightest, itchiest velour skirt known to man.
“You are?” he asked with wide-eyed wonder.
“Yes, I am.”
“Cool.”
At that moment his mother, a harried blonde woman, noticed that he was missing. “Nicholas,” she called out before grasping the young boy by the hand and pulling him away. “I’m so sorry,” she called over her shoulder before bending down to scold him. “Don’t you dare get out of line. If we get out of line, we…”
“He’s probably never seen a helper that looked like you,” Santa said with a wide smile.
Nicollet was instantly angered. She knew she didn’t look like the typical helper, but there was no reason for him to comment on it. “Doubt there are many black people on the North Pole,” she said snidely. She was exhausted and starving. On top of it all, being around him was starting to make her feel sexually needy. And she was never good when horny and irritated.
Damn. She was really starting to hate Christmas.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said, glancing around. Kaelyn had seen that look in Nicolett’s eyes before. She was livid. Usually, an angry Nicollet meant quickly settled cases, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted her to settle his case so soon.
“What did you mean?” she asked, folding her arms beneath her breasts.
It took Kaelyn a moment to concentrate. Her new stance pushed her breasts up so they sat above the scooped neck of her red shirt. He immediately felt his cock stir. His mouth watered with the need to tongue those gorgeous mounds.
“Is it because I’m bigger than all the other helpers?”
“What?” he damn near yelled at her. How could she think she was fat? How could she think he believed she was fat? He had to stifle the urge to growl the truth at her. Unlike the rest of the female attorneys at the firm, Nicollet Edenton had the kind of body he could spend hours inside without fearing he would break her.
“I didn’t mean that either,” he whispered as he darted a glance around. People, children included, were beginning to throw curious looks their way.
“Then what exactly did you mean?” she asked, tapping her toes. The seconds seemed to drag on forever as she waited for him to dig himself out of a hole.
“Promise you won’t sue?”
“What did you mean, Mr. Lionheart,” she said in such a monotone voice that for one second he wished for the anger. At least then you knew what you were dealing with.
Kaelyn’s indigo blue eyes heated with stark desire. He started at her black leather knee-high boots and allowed his gaze to roam up her body, making sure he stopped at the delicious points in between. When he reached her face there was no doubt in either of their minds what he meant.
“Oh,” she said breathlessly.
Not once in her twenty-seven years had anyone ever looked at Nicollet the way Kaelyn Lionheart had just looked at her. As if he wanted to feast on her and spend an unheard of amount of time tasting her erogenous zones.
“Behave yourself,” Nicollet said as she felt the heat creep into her face. “Santa is supposed to be nice, not naughty,” she warned, shaking a finger at him. The rogue had the nerve to wink at her.

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