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Six FREE standalone holiday short stories!
Merry Inkmas – by Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward
When my boss got fed up with the constant bickering between me and another tattoo artist, she decided a company retreat was in order. But when Cade and I wound up snowed in alone at the cabin, things took a turn…. There’s a reason they say there’s a fine line between love and hate, and we had no idea which way things were going to turn out.
Christmas in Chestnut Springs - Elsie Silver
T’was the night before Christmas . . . in Chestnut Springs! Check in with the Eaton family to see holiday pranks, new friendships formed, and maybe even a new baby born. Five chapters as told by five of your most beloved heroes.
Storm of the Century - Susan Stoker
When a snowpocalypse leaves Police Chief Simon Hill stuck in the traffic jam from hell two days before Christmas, freezing to death is a real possibility. Until he finds his secret crush, the woman who warms his heart, stranded just a few cars away.
The Rebel - Marni Mann
One bed.
Two stranded strangers.
Three wildly passionate nights.
A thousand secrets between them.
After an unplanned, sizzling weekend together, what happens when Cooper Spade and Rowan Cole return home and realize they spent seventy-two unforgettable hours with the enemy …
And loved every second …
Always Mine – Brittney Sahin
Two worlds collide when Eva Scott and Bree McGregor wind up in danger in this Stealth Ops - Dublin Nights crossover event. Luke Scott and his team join forces with the McGregors to save the ones they love before it's too late in this exclusive short story.
Rolland Ruins Christmas – Meagan Brandy
I don't want a woman to call my own. It's a decision I made long ago and one I plan to stick by.
Too bad for me, the little brat down the road seems determined to change that, prancing around in her little Santa suit and bringing me things I don't want.
No matter how many times I ignore her not so subtle advances, the girl keeps trying.
I'm going to have to set her straight the hard way ... even if it means ruining Christmas.
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EXCERPT:
Macie had no idea what Colt was doing with her brother at two-thirty in the morning, but she couldn’t deny that she was extremely grateful. She didn’t even flinch when Colt called her brother Truck. He’d apparently been given the nickname when he’d joined the Army. She was trying to remember to call him that, but because he’d been Ford to her as long as she could remember, it was tough.
And as much as she knew her brother would’ve helped her, hearing Colt’s steady voice kept her grounded. She remembered after Truck’s wedding, when she’d been having an anxiety attack, he’d held her against him and talked to her in his low, rumbly voice. How much it had helped. He’d calmed her and helped pull her out of the dark place her mind had gone.
The same was happening tonight. She’d been panicking and running headlong through the parking lot, with no idea what to do or where to go, when he’d forced her to pay attention to her surroundings. He gave her something to concentrate on, and it felt good to let him take over and tell her what to do.
She had no idea why he hadn’t called her after her brother’s wedding. He’d asked her out and she’d badly wanted to spend more time with him, but he hadn’t called. Hadn’t gotten in touch with her. His rejection had hurt, but she really wasn’t surprised. She was a pain in the ass and no one as amazing as Colt would want to be with her.
At the moment, however, she had more pressing issues to think about. Looking back toward the building, Macie didn’t see any sign of the men who’d broken into her apartment, but she could hear their footsteps. Macie ducked behind a car and dropped to her knees.
She winced but ignored the pain and crawled between a row of cars, making sure to stay out of sight. Then she lay down on her belly and crawled under one of the cars in the lot. She was wearing a tight tank top and her sleep shorts, because she hated to feel constricted by clothing when she slept.
“Macie?” Colt asked.
She opened her mouth to respond when she heard one of the men saying to his friend, “She has to be this way. We’ve checked all the other cars.”
It felt like she was having a heart attack. Her chest was tight and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. But she couldn’t gasp for oxygen because they’d hear her.
Macie mentally berated herself for calling her brother and not the police. If she’d called 9-1-1, they’d probably be here by now.
