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Title: A White Hot Christmas
Author: Rene Webb
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Christmas
Release Date: September 9, 2014
Length: 142 pages
“How the hell did I get here?”
It’s Christmas morning, and June Evans is wondering how a solo vacation in search of a white Christmas has led her to having a hot and hard man moving between her trembling thighs.
Tom Allen, a mounted police officer, was meant to be spending a quiet holiday with his family, but a freak snowstorm traps him with what he wanted most this year, a chance at love.
Keeping warm has never been this hot!
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Walking towards the stairs, I’m met in the hallway by none other than Rude Hottie himself—who has somehow become even more gorgeous since the last time I saw him.
Today he is wearing a blue plaid flannel shirt under his open jacket, which makes his eyes even brighter than I remember them being. His short hair is messy from sleep, but he smiles, wide-awake and says cheerily, “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I say, returning his smile. How could I not, when one look from him has me feeling completely jittery? Must be caffeine withdrawals since I haven’t had my coffee yet this morning. It’s the only sane explanation!
“Ladies first,” he says, indicating that I should descend the stairs in front of him.
I briefly wonder if it’s a ploy to be able to check out my ass on the way down.
“Tom,” comes his odd announcement from behind me, which I’m guessing is his name.
Turning, I reply, “June,” and I am greeted by a grin that has me stumbling slightly and my body reacting like it has never done before. Clearly I’m still suffering from jetlag.
When we reach the doorway leading into the dinning room, he’s next to me. Stepping even closer, he whispers, “Mistletoe,” into my ear, and points to the weed hanging above us.
I’m too absorbed with how delicious he smells, like soap and sleepy warmth blended in a perfect masculine scent, to realize the meaning of what he’s saying.
Apparently Rude Hottie—no, Tom—is actually somewhat of a gentleman; although he could’ve completely ignored the tradition, he presses a gentle kiss on my cheek.
I come back to myself just as he begins to pull away. Turning my head, I catch his smiling lips with mine in an all too quick kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” he says, blushing. Then adds sincerely, “I’m sorry about yesterday. Friends?”
“Friends,” I barely breathe out, feeling like an idiot for being so affected by him.
With Mary’s departure, Tom turns to me and inspects the jacket I’ve chosen. After stating it’s exactly what I need, we head towards the shoe department.
We don’t get far before Tom is grabbing my hand and backing me into the nearest dressing room so my back is against the mirror. He kicks the door closed behind him and stalks towards me with a hungry look on his face.
What I think is going to be a hard, possessive kiss is actually the exact opposite. He’s tentative, gentle, and if I had wanted to push him away, I had ample opportunity to. Instead, I weave my fingers into his hair and open up my mouth to further exploration.
We taste each other for several pleasure-filled minutes, until we’re both moaning softly.
Tom pulls away slowly, and we stare at each other. I’m sure our expressions mirror one another. Eyes glassy and hooded with pleasure. Mouths red and swollen from use.
“I’d say I was sorry, but I’m not,” he says hotly into my hair, still pressed tight against me.
“I’m not sorry either,” I say, holding tightly onto the belt loops of his jeans.
“Fuck, you have too many clothes on June Bug,” he says, and I can feel his excitement beginning to dig into my stomach.
I laugh nervously, moving my hands to his back as I say, “So do you, Cowboy.”
What the fuck?
Where did that come from?
Rene Webb, a former Catholic schoolgirl and child of the ‘80’s, is a recovering Soap Opera addict who grew up watching General Hospital. She became weary with the relentless drama and sought out stories with happy endings that lasted. Now, Rene is an contemporary romance author, where there is always a happily-ever-after!
A graduate of The George Washington University in Washington DC, 05’, with a BA in History. Rene went on to get her Masters in Film Studies, 09’, from Chapman University, Orange CA.
She founded and runs the book blog Lit. 4 Ladies (a joint venture with her sister) and has self-published both a novella and full-length contemporary romance novel.
Authors such as Jane Austen, Kristen Ashley, Cherise Sinclair, Sierra Cartwright, Donna Fletcher, Jennifer Ashley, and Bianca Giovanni have inspired her. They all create strong female characters, swoon-worthy men, and stories that leave their readers with the hope that you, too, will find your own H.E.A.!
Rene also enjoys reading, baking, seeing movies, going to museums, and spending time with her friends and family.
Rene lives in Arlington, VA.
You can visit her online at the following places: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Amazon | Instagram | Pinterest