Kiss Me in Christmas
Christmas, Colorado #6
By: Debbie Mason
Releasing February 23, 2016
It’s always been you
Actress Chloe O’Connor has become America’s sweetheart, but back in little Christmas, Colorado, she’s still remembered as a shy, awkward schoolgirl. And there’s no one she dreads (and secretly wants) to see more than her high school crush, Easton McBride. Just one look from the former star quarterback and it’s like she’s instantly transformed from daytime drama queen to tongue-tied teenager. She’s kissed Hollywood actors and famous cover models, so she can certainly play it cool while turning up the heat, right?
After an injury ended his military career, Easton McBride built a good life in the rugged countryside of his hometown. And the last thing he needs is his quiet solitude shattered by a high-maintenance temptress who isn’t anything like the sweet Chloe he misses. While he enjoys the flirtation with this new bold and beautiful woman, he can’t help but wonder whether a kiss could have the power to bring back the small-town girl he’s grown to love.
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Debbie Mason is the USA Today bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series. Her books have been praised for their “likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots” (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series has received several nominations for best paranormal as well as a Holt Medallion Award of Merit. When she isn’t writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their four wonderful children, an adorable grandbaby, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.
Chloe barely registered what Easton said because a lightbulb went off in her head. Her sister’s old flame was the answer to her prayers. She opened her mouth to lay out a win-Cat-back plan to Easton and inhaled an excited breath. She choked on the Scotch.
“Jesus,” Easton muttered with an irritated look in his sapphire-blue eyes as she coughed and sputtered. He came down the front steps and patted her back.
She teetered on her heels, raising her hand to get him to stop with the forceful slaps. “I’m okay,” she wheezed.
The man didn’t know his own strength. He was built like the star quarterback he’d once been in high school–thick neck, wide shoulders and broad chest, narrow hips and the tightest behind this side of the great divide. Actually, since he stood in front of her, she hadn’t gotten a look at his behind. But she didn’t imagine it had changed since she’d last seen him naked. His seven-year stint in the military had only served to further strengthen and harden the man.
Her four-inch heels put her eye level with his strong chin; the cleft she used to delight in kissing barely visible beneath the dark scruff. She lifted her gaze to his beautifully shaped mouth; the hint of a bow in his upper lip, the bottom sensually full. His perfect lips flattened. She briefly closed her eyes and released a disheartened sigh.
Easton McBride would never be the answer to her prayers.