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It’s That Time of Year Again.

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Christmas Eve by Flame Arden

Goblins and ghosts have returned home to rest and overweight turkeys seek the best place to hide.
I love fall: clear, the cool nights, the colorful show of leaves, the smack of leather as the neighborhood boys play touch football in the street. This is the time of year I begin to look forward to the holidays.
In my erotic novel Christmas Eve, Eve Adore was looking forward to the holidays until her ex dumped her on Christmas Eve.
He isn’t the reason Eve backed her car into a snow bank. She did it all by herself, during the first hours of a snow storm that struck Mount Charleston right before Santa climbed into his sled. Wouldn’t you know it? Eve’s cell phone couldn’t find a signal, so she knocked on the door of a lighted cabin to ask for help.
Nick Saint Clair was no dummy. He invited the sexy woman at his door inside, convinced she was his expected “date”.

Here’s in excerpt of their meet.

“Don’t just stand there.” Nick opened the door wider, anxious to see what his credit card had purchased this time. “Come in.”
“Thanks.” After a slight hesitation, the woman stepped gracefully inside. Ice crystals clung to the fine wool scarf wrapped loosely around her neck, and to her stylish boots. She was all bundled up in a long coat, but Nick’s mind’s eye had no difficulty sketching what he hoped was hidden underneath.
The lady was wearing way too many clothes.
“I’m afraid my boots are wet.” She glanced first at him. His welcoming smile seemed to stun her. She stared at her boots. “Where would you like me to stand?”
“By the fire.” Nick indicated the hearth. “You look frozen.” Although in need of a woman, he had no desire to bed an icicle. He wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
She crossed the room at a slow pace, her fluid movements an aphrodisiac to him, although each tentative step left behind a patch of melting ice. Sex-deprived man that he was, his living room suddenly felt too warm. Things were looking up.
“I’ve been busy on the computer,” he said, surprised by the sudden gruffness of his usually smooth voice. He joined her before the fire. “I hadn’t noticed it had begun to snow.”

Have you ever dreamed about being snowbound with a rich man?
What woman hasn’t?
So Eve gratefully accepted Nick’s hospitality. He set a gourmet meal out before her and she slowly sipped the best Champaign, and when Nick turned on a recording of smooth jazz she welcomed his arms around her, he danced his way right into her heart.
She received the best holiday gift imaginable, a suave companion who allowed her to call a tow truck, then invited her to share his mountain retreat because traffic was stalled on the interstate and her car had to stay in the ditch until after the holiday.
By then Eve was no longer anxious to leave Nick and …

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and steam up your holiday.