Day 10 of Entangled Publishing’s Holiday STEALS

Day 10 of Entangled Publishing’s Holiday STEALS

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Entangled Publishing is celebrating the holidays with 25 Days of Holiday Steals. They will be spotlighting a special steal of a deal each day from December 1st through December 25th. So be sure to check back each day to see what special offer is up for grabs that day!

Today’s Steal is… 

Christmas with a Bite by Patricia A. Wolf is just 99¢!

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Official Synopsis from Entangled Publishing
Sometimes the holidays totally bite…
 

This Christmas, Mara Livingston is determined to start over. But as she’s driving to her “new” home, a freak winter storm forces her off the road. Now she’s stranded in the middle of nowhere. Then he shows up. And there’s something strangely familiar about him…

Connor Reese never expected to see Mara again. Nor is he prepared for the onslaught of emotions―including an unimaginable rush of desire―she stirs within him. Now he has a chance to claim the woman he’s always wanted. Except, there are a couple of small details that Mara doesn’t know. The first is that Connor is a vampire. And the second is that if his family finds out about Mara, she will most certainly be killed…

 

 Excerpt

 

Christmas with a Bite by Patricia A. Wolf Excerpt

Conner Reese gazed down at Mara.

The woman who had haunted his dreams for nearly
a decade was face down in the snow in front of his secret hideaway. After one dance at a wedding eight years before, he never expected to see her again.

The growling wolves were more important than his reminiscence, though. An intense need to protect the dark- haired woman overcame him. He stepped forward to face the beasts in challenge. He hissed like a snake and felt fire burn within his belly, blood pulsing through his veins as a primal rage clouded his mind.

Obviously fate brought her to his door tonight, and no wolf would take that away from him now.

He reached for a nearby branch and snapped it off the tree. It was thick as a baseball bat. He swung, hitting the closest wolf so hard it sailed across the snow, landing yards away. The second wolf hunched down, creeping forward with fangs piercing through the darkening night. He leapt, but Conner was quicker. The branch connected even more soundly than the first time. The wolf yelped as snapping bones echoed around him. It dropped onto the fresh snow, dead. The third wolf, the brightest one, fled. Dropping the branch, he knelt down and collected Mara into his arms.

It had been a long time since he held a woman. The softness of her curves and the sweet fragrance of her body were as maddening as he remembered. He closed his eyes, searching for the calm within the storm of his thoughts. How could this woman stir emotions in him so raw after such a long time? Why did he feel as if he’d known her for more than just one dance?

He stared down at her pale face, then examined her body. She wore a winter jacket that would have been fine in a tropical climate, but not in weather like this. She had to be frozen solid. He quickened his steps. He needed to get her warm and check her for injuries.

Pulling her closer, the palm of his hand rested alongside her soft br%^st. His body warmed. A tight lump formed at the back of his throat. He swallowed it down.

After kicking open the front door, he hurried inside and placed Mara on the cushioned leather chair beside the roaring fire he kept blazing every night. He didn’t use much electricity tucked away in the middle of nowhere, but he always had a fire to keep warm.

He stripped off her jacket, and her soaked shoes and socks. He would have undressed her completely if not for the simple fact that he was already having trouble keeping it together with her in his living room.

He rushed to his room and yanked the comforter from the bed, then returned and wrapped it around her for extra warmth. Then he retrieved a damp towel and dabbed at her brow. The scent of her blood stirred him as it soon soaked the cloth. He tossed it aside. He’d take care of the rest of the blood later. At least the wound didn’t look life threatening.

He pulled the ottoman closer and propped her legs up, noticing how swollen her ankle had already become. He placed a pillow underneath her foot, then went to the kitchen and threw some ice cubes into a plastic baggy. He made his way back to her with superhuman speed and delicately covered the tender area with the makeshift ice pack.

A wave of satisfaction flared inside him knowing he’d protected her and made her as comfortable as he could.

He leaned against the arm of the chair and watched her, guarding her like a treasure. The soft glow of the fire danced over her sun-warmed brown hair. A different style than he remembered. Still beautiful.

When Conner had last seen her, she wore it back in a tight bun for an elegant, sexy look. Now it flowed around her freely and bright. He preferred it this way. His fingers itched to caress the softness of those stands, curl it around his fist, haul her up against him to devour her mouth. She would taste exquisite. Her blood would taste exquisite.

He’d never forgiven himself for passing up the opportunity to taste her all those years ago. Now she, against all odds, appeared at his doorstep, states away from their homes. He’d come to these woods to escape the outside world, the one filled with bitter memories and resentment. She’d found him nonetheless.

Even his covenant didn’t know where to find him. That had been the idea. Vampires tended to live in larger cities. Easier to find food. They didn’t come to the outskirts of Amarillo. That was the main reason he’d chosen the place. He wanted to be alone.

But now a woman he desired in a raw, astonishing way was in his chair. So much for being alone.

No matter what he felt for her—had felt for her—his decision was made long ago. His last lover was dead, and in many ways, so was he. He couldn’t take that pain again. To keep Mara safe, to keep everyone safe, he would never share his secret again.

The prickle of emotions burned the back of his eyelids. He blinked and bit the inside of his cheek, finding comfort in the twinge of pain that distracted him. He wasn’t meant to love again. He was meant to be left alone. Forever.

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Day 8 of Holiday STEALS at Entangled Publishing

Day 8 of Holiday STEALS at Entangled Publishing

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Day 7 of Entangled Publishing’s Holiday STEALS

Day 7 of Entangled Publishing’s Holiday STEALS

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An Untouchable Christmas by Cindy Skaggs is just 99¢!

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Sofia Capri survived life as a mob wife, but living with drop-dead gorgeous FBI agent Logan Stone has its own challenges. Step one? Host his family for Christmas dinner.

Rescuing Sofia from her former mob life and saving her kidnapped son was enough to earn Logan a place in her life, but a mysterious phone call before dinner threatens the security he’d give anything to provide.

When Sofia’s son and Logan’s nieces disappear from the festivities, the illusion of a normal Christmas shatters, hurling Sofia back into her nightmares.

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Day 6 of Entanagled Publishing’s Holiday STEALS

Day 6 of Entanagled Publishing’s Holiday STEALS

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Seven Day Fiance by Rachel Harris is just 99¢!

 

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One bad boy. One good girl. One unforgettable week…

 Angelle Prejean is in a pickle. Her family is expecting her to come home with a fiancé—a fiancé who doesn’t exist. Well, he exists, but he definitely has no idea Angelle told her mama they were engaged. Tattooed, muscled, and hotter than sin, Cane can reduce Angelle to a hot mess with one look—and leave her heart a mess if she falls for him. But when she ends up winning Cane at a charity bachelor auction, she knows just how to solve her fiancé problem.

Cane Robicheaux is no one’s prince. He doesn’t do relationships and he doesn’t fall in love. When sweet, sultry-voiced Angelle propositions him, he hopes their little game can finally get her out of his head. He doesn’t expect her to break through all his barriers. But even as Angelle burrows deeper into his heart, he knows once their seven days are up, so is their ruse.


Excerpt:

Angelle stopped beside a folding table boasting boxes of fresh, crispy cracklins and selected a thick piece. Cane watched, mesmerized, as she puckered those gorgeous lips and blew on the sliver. With a flirtatious glint in her eyes, she held it up to his mouth, and he opened.

Holy crap.

He’d had cracklins before. Fried pork fat was a standard gas station treat, usually shrinkwrapped and stale as shit. But this, fresh from the pot and piping hot, was unbelievable. Cane widened his eyes, and it was possible he even moaned. It was thatgood. And as he swallowed, Angel rewarded him with a rich, throaty laugh.

“Ca c’est bon?” she asked, grinning when he grabbed another handful. He touched her nose and popped a piece in his mouth. “Good would be an understatement.”

Grinning, she took a fried morsel for herself and sent the balding, overweight gentleman tending the table a wink. “Now that’s what we like to hear.” Then she closed her eyes as she savored the treat.

The sounds of Angel moaning, and watching her face soften in the throes of a foodgasm, had to be the sexiest damn thing Cane had ever seen. His pants tightened, embarrassingly so considering he knew the audience was still watching, but what pushed him over the edge was when her eyes opened. The pleasure in them was his undoing.

Feeling the weight of the crowd’s disapproving stares and not giving a damn, figuring now was as good a time as any to give the people the show they clearly wanted, he grasped her hip and tugged her forward, pausing only to inhale her gasp of surprise before brushing her mouth with his.

It was like setting off a damn forest fire.

Angelle, his shocking little hellcat, pounced. Forgetting all about their audience, or maybe not giving a damn either, she wound her arms around his neck, lifted onto her toes, and kissed him back with everything she had. Cane had intended to steal a quick taste, take the edge off his craving for her, and prove their point with the town’s people. But hell if he was gonna be the one to back down now. Tightening his grasp on her slim hips, he brushed his thumbs across the smooth, exposed skin near her waistband. He deepened the kiss, thrilling over her telltale shiver. Whimpering, she yanked on the hair at his nape and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. Hot damn.

Okay, now he had to start backing down. With all her male relatives watching, not to mention the knives and axes still lying around from the butchering earlier, if Cane valued his life, he needed to wrangle control of the situation. He’d heard patience was a virtue.

That was a line of bull—he’d always sucked at waiting for anything he wanted. But for Angel, he was willing to try.

Loosening his grip on her belt loops, Cane slowed the intensity of the kiss. He smoothed the hem of her shirt down, grazed her lips one last time, and, placing his forehead against hers, inhaled through his nose. Sunflowers mixed with cayenne may be his new favorite scent. Angelle released a heavy breath, a flush blooming on her cheeks. She darted a glance at the crowd, then looking into his eyes, grinned lazily. “My goodness. If anyone doubted we were a couple before, I guess that showed them.”

 

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Day 4 of Entangled Publishing Holiday STEALS

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Day 3 of Entangled Publishing Holiday STEALS

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This steal is perfect if you are ever snowbound and need a great holiday read.

Snowbound with Mr. Wrong by Barbara White Daille is on sale for just 99¢!

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Worst. Day. Ever. After Lyssa Barnett’s sister tricks her into reprising her role at Snowflake Valley’s annual children’s party, she doesn’t think anything can be worse than squeezing into her too-small elf costume. Then tall, dark, and way too handsome Nick Tavlock shows up to play Santa…and an unexpected storm leaves them snowbound in the isolated lodge.The last thing Nick wants is to spend a cozy Christmas Eve with a trio of kids and the woman who dumped him. But as much as Lyssa frustrates him, he can’t stop thinking about her. And soon, he’s fighting very un-Santa-like thoughts of kissing a certain sexy Miss Elf under the mistletoe. As Nick starts to fall for Lyssa all over again, he knows it will take nothing short of a miracle to have Lyssa in his arms on Christmas Day.

 

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Excerpt:

Chapter One
The elf suit definitely hadn’t felt this tight a year ago.
Sitting half-dressed in a virtual stranger’s bedroom, Lyssa Barnett muttered under her breath as she continued to struggle into her green velvet costume. She should have known better than to give in to her sister’s pleas for help with this Christmas party again. After all, it wasn’t as if what happened after last year’s party had ultimately left her with such pleasant memories.
Amber had assigned Lyssa the largest bedroom in her boss’s private ski lodge for her transformation into Miss Elf. One glance into the full-length mirror on the closet door proved they had a major problem with that plan.
This year’s Santa—whoever he was—might have to make his appearance at the town’s children’s party without a happy helper. Last year’s Santa—
Trying not to think about him, she yanked so fiercely on the capped-sleeved bodice, she lost her balance and nearly slid off the edge of the bed.
A knock sounded on the closed door. “Lyssa, it’s me.”
“Come in, Amber,” she said grimly.
When she saw the frown on her sister’s face, a pang of guilt ran through her. She dreaded the thought of adding to Amber’s troubles. A year younger than Lyssa and the single mom of a four-month-old, she already had plenty of things to worry her, not even counting this afternoon’s Christmas party.
“Everything all right?” Amber asked.
“No, it’s not. This thing doesn’t fit, and I know why.” In Snowflake Valley, the Christmas season started in April and rolled right on to January. Now, three days before the year’s biggest holiday, the gift shop she managed was full to bursting with homemade goodies. Unfortunately, so was she.
She sucked in her stomach, leaned over, and tugged harder. “I can’t turn around in Holidaze without someone giving me something fattening to taste-test.”
“Is that the only reason?” Amber paused, then added in a rush, “Your cravings for comfort food don’t have something to do with Nick?”
“I told you, I’m over him.” So what if her snacking habits had shot out of control at the end of this summer, right after she’d split up with the man. “It’s not him, it’s my suppliers. Every single one of those ladies bakes like an angel. But get any two of them together, and they fight like the devil to make sure I sample whatever new goodie they’ve come up with. And you know how I feel about sweets.” Lyssa groaned, then raised her brows and leaned forward encouragingly. “Why don’t you play elf this year?”
Amber nearly jumped a step backward. “No, thank you. I have to run the show.”
Her parties were legendary, but her annual Christmas gathering for the children of Snowflake Valley topped them all. That had been especially true last year, the first time she’d held the party at the lodge, not too many months after she had been hired to work here. Amber held multiple jobs as a caretaker and, occasionally, as a live-in cook, maid, and housekeeper when the lodge owner came to stay.
All the parents who had attended the previous party were looking forward to today’s event almost as much as the kids were. It gave the adults a chance to enjoy life on a higher plane, in more ways than one. The lodge sprawled nearly at the peak of a snow-capped mountain, far above the more drool-worthy homes of the millionaires and film stars who owned property in this most popular ski area of Nevada. Amber loved her job here, claiming the spectacular views more than made up for the isolation. Lyssa had her own ideas about her sister’s devotion to duty.
Besides, she didn’t see the appeal of being stuck alone so far from the valley. She preferred the tight-knit community of their hometown—even if the neighbors did spend way too much time in everyone else’s business. And she definitely loved the coziness of her small shop.
“Hurry it up,” Amber begged. “The kids are already arriving and there’s no way that costume will fit me. I haven’t lost the baby weight yet.” She frowned again. “And speaking of baby, she’s still colicky.”
“Don’t worry. Mom told you Penny will outgrow it.” Lyssa gave another ferocious tug. At last, the costume fell into place, though she didn’t have much hope for the seams holding together.
After a quick inspection in the mirror, she marched across the room. “All right, let’s get this party started. The sooner Santa gives out his gifts, the sooner you can get my niece home.” She opened the door and stepped into the long hallway.
“Lyssa…”
Turning back, she found Amber right behind her, her expression still troubled. “Penny will be fine,” Lyssa said as reassuringly as she could. What did she know about kids, except that she’d grown up in a house full of them? “It runs in the family—Mom says we were all colicky.”
“It’s not that. I—”
“Miss Elf! Miss Elf!”
Excited voices drowned out Amber’s voice. Shoes squeaking on the polished wood floor, a half-dozen kids pounded down the hallway and skidded to a stop in front of them.
A familiar blond-haired five-year-old tugged on Lyssa’s green velvet skirt. “Where’s Santa Claus?”
“To tell you the truth, Tommy,” she said, “I don’t know. But I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. Let’s go and see if we can find him.”
Amber shot her an agonized look. “Lys— Umm…Miss Elf.”
“It’s okay, Miss Amber.” A ten-year-old named Mollie leaned toward them both and whispered, “I know she’s really Miss Lyssa.”
With a family that included five sisters and two brothers in one very small town, allowing the kids to use the Barnetts’ first names was the easiest way to avoid complete confusion. Only their oldest sister, a teacher, was actually called “Miss Barnett.” She taught Mollie’s class at Snowflake Valley Elementary. And Mollie was a very bright student.
Lyssa watched Amber give the girl a strained smile. As soon as Mollie turned away, Amber grabbed Lyssa’s arm. “I need to talk to you alone for just a min—”
“Later, Miss Amber.” Lyssa flashed an apologetic smile at her even as she took Tommy’s hand to stop him from yanking on her skirt. As tight as her outfit was, she didn’t need any additional stress on the material. “Gotta go—Santa’s waiting.”
A child now held her by each hand, pulling her along the hallway like a couple of tugboats towing a barge.
They entered an immense living room, the heart of the lodge, where an open staircase climbed to lofts jutting into space above their heads. Beyond them, the ceiling soared upward, creating an echo chamber for the noise and laughter from the crowd.
“Miss Elf! Miss Elf!”
Her arrival hadn’t gone unnoticed by the children in the room. She smiled and returned the greetings with her own cheery hellos.
The youngest kids gazed at her with wonderment in their eyes. The older ones gave smug grins at knowing her true identity. The adults smiled and pretended not to see her at all.
Suddenly, the loudest noise she’d heard yet cut through the din. The bellow came from a sturdy, well-padded individual with a white beard and a fur-trimmed red suit, who shouted his familiar “Ho, ho, ho.”
No, no, no, Lyssa chanted silently. It can’t be.
But that voice…she could have picked that voice out from among any Santas, anywhere. Her vision blurred, filling with twinkling lights though she wasn’t anywhere near the Christmas tree. She knew her face had turned as white as Santa’s fake beard.
No wonder Amber had wanted a moment alone with Miss Elf. Amber always rounded up the volunteers for the Christmas party. She knew exactly who was inside that Santa suit. The man Lyssa had met and played assistant to at last year’s party. The man she didn’t want to be near now.
From across the room, Amber sent Lyssa a wannabe-innocent glance before slipping away in the direction of the kitchen.
Lyssa looked frantically at the people around her. If her sister couldn’t fit into the elf costume, plenty of other women here could. Surely one of the neighbors would take pity on a friend and save her from this situation.
Of course, they didn’t know there was a situation to save her from.
In any case, time and the two kids tugging on her hands worked against her. She felt herself towed along by her pint-sized escorts, aided by the sea of children flowing around all three of them. With growing horror, she saw her every reluctant but inevitable step bringing her closer to Santa Claus, the jolly old elf she’d split up with this summer. The one she had hoped never to see again.
The man who—no matter what fibs she’d told Amber—had well and truly broken her heart.

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