If you're looking for a short, sweet and sexy read that will get you into the holiday spirit pronto, I'd like to suggest my latest wine country romance, Kissing Mr. Mistletoe.
The novella is set in beautiful St. Helena and features a little girl named Adele Jacobson. Although she isn't a main character, many readers have found her to be the star of the book. I loved writing Adele!
In this excerpt, Adele is helping her mom decorate a gigantic bunny sculpture, (inspired by Hall Vineyards Bunny Foo Foo), in time for a Christmas party. They're in the vineyards, attempting to turn the bunny into Rudolph. Here, Adele and her mother Monique meet the protagonist of the story, Trace Montgomery.
Happy reading.
The novella is set in beautiful St. Helena and features a little girl named Adele Jacobson. Although she isn't a main character, many readers have found her to be the star of the book. I loved writing Adele!
In this excerpt, Adele is helping her mom decorate a gigantic bunny sculpture, (inspired by Hall Vineyards Bunny Foo Foo), in time for a Christmas party. They're in the vineyards, attempting to turn the bunny into Rudolph. Here, Adele and her mother Monique meet the protagonist of the story, Trace Montgomery.
Happy reading.
Blurb: A successful country singer home just long enough to sell an inherited Christmas tree farm. His old flame, now a single mom struggling to make a life for herself and her little girl. When they're thrown together for a wine country Christmas, a sprig of mistletoe may just rekindle love.
(c) Kate Kisset
(c) Kate Kisset
Adele didn’t wait for further instruction and hurled the
plastic nose cover into the air. Spinning, the snout missed Monique’s
outstretched hand and continued its path of projection several feet over her
head and to the right.
Rudolf’s schnozzle caught the light and sparkling in the
sun, made its descent. Monique shifted her weight to grab it. Almost there. She reached up and over feeling the
ladder sway and rock beneath her.
“Mommy!”
Quickly seizing her perch with both hands, the sole of her
boot slipped sideways on the metal step. Instead of regaining her balance,
Monique skidded down one rung, and then another with her left foot and then
another and another, until she found herself rappelling backward down the
ladder, desperately grappling to hang on to whatever she could and praying for
a soft landing.
“Mommy!”
She missed the last step and hit the ground, landing flat on
her back.
“Oh no!” Adele scampered to her and laid her soft chubby
hands on Monique’s cheeks. Snuggling close, her sweet breath touched her skin.
Adele inspected her eyes from an inch away. “Are you hurt bad?”
“I’m okay, baby.” Reaching behind her back, Monique found
the rock digging into her spine. She plucked it out of the dirt and flung it.
“You shouldn’t be climbing on top of something you can’t
handle.”
Every cell of Monique’s body froze. Her heart paused
mid-thump. The familiar drawl of the
deep, sexy, voice coming from above propelled her back in time at warp speed to
six years ago. But it couldn’t be him. Not in a million years. She wrapped one
arm tightly around Adele, and shielding her eyes from the glare with the other,
looked up. Shit.
Trace Montgomery towered over her. He folded his arms over
his chest making his smooth, muscled biceps bulge under his navy T-shirt.
Wearing jeans that fit him as precisely as a fireman carries a hose, and with
his swagger apparently still intact, he leaned back on the heel of his boot and
tilted his face, rubbing his jaw. His unmistakable green eyes sparkled down at
her.
“W-what are you doing here?”
“You’re hardly in a position to be asking questions.” He
reached with a powerful hand and lifted her up off the ground, along with
Adele.
After removing a twig wedged between her legs and butt
cheek, Monique attempted to get her bearings. Her brain stuttered, stopped and
skipped over the right words to say. Her libido, however, operated flawlessly.
Tingles charged from her neck to her toes and she broke into a sweat. Steadying her gaze on his preposterously
handsome face, a result of mixed genetic magic, her heart beat out of her skin.
Trace opened his arms for a hug. Before she could think, he wrapped them around
her and squeezed, smelling like—well, smelling like Trace, a combination of
clean, fresh and help me now, Jesus.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you so much for reading!
Until next time,
-Kate xo
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you so much for reading!
Until next time,
-Kate xo
(Free on Kindle Unlimited.)
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