Hello kids! I’ve got a new Christmas novel out this year called Nurturing That Spark. Here’s a little snippet:
Her laughter held a soft, throaty edge. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think the Abe Martin people spiked that punch they handed out before caroling began.”
“Funny, but it’s not the punch affecting me.” He looked into her face. The reddened cheeks, the lips curved upward into a grin, her dark, sparling eyes that held a hint of gold flecks all enticed him, encouraged him to take the next step.
Dare he kiss her?
He drifted closer. “Morgan, it might seem fast and sudden, but all I can think about right now is ki–” A crash nearby, behind the tree line, interrupted his thought.
She startled and turned in that direction, her eyes big and wide. “What was that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe a deer is moving around in the brush.” He took a deep breath and let it ease out. That was a close call. Maybe it was better this way.
“How do you know it’s a deer?” Morgan took a few steps backward and out of his arms. “It could be a bear or a wolf or a giraffe. You don’t know.”
A frown pulled at her delicious mouth. “You know what I mean. About the bears or wolves though. Possibly giraffes was a bad example.”
“Don’t worry. Both aren’t anxious to make Indiana their home. Though there might be coyotes around.” He snickered and couldn’t resist baiting her. “I wouldn’t put it past a bigfoot or two to take a stroll through the woods at this time of night. They’re supposedly real attracted to singing. Last summer, the team from BFRO was out here.”
“Bigfoot Research Organization. Cool, quirky people. Never did sight one of the bi-peds, but they claim to have heard howls and wood knocks.” A smile pulled at his mouth.
“Seriously?” The outcry rang on the shivery air. Her whole body tensed as if preparing to flee. She glanced back and forth with big eyes. “Let’s go back. Right now.”
“It’s all right. I was kidding about the bigfoots, but some folks adamantly believe they exist. Me, I’ll reserve judgment until I actually see one.”
“And then what, share the forest with them?”
He shrugged. “Why not? The world’s big enough for everyone.” Carter closed the distance between them. He slid his arms around her waist, and when she didn’t pull away, he held her more comfortably in his embrace. “I’m sorry. It was a dirty trick. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m not scared.” Her insistence didn’t hold water since she shook with nerves.
This time he did dare. “Is that right,” he murmured seconds before he gently pressed his lips to hers. The warmth and velvety softness of her mouth welcomed him home and he happily applied himself to the kiss. When she stirred and made a soft little sound at the back of her throat, he broke contact though he held her gaze. “How about now?” His voice sounded as breathless as hers had been earlier.
“Terrified.” She looped her arms around his shoulders and tugged him closer. “However, it’s probably nice to do something that scares us every day to become stronger, right?”
Carter grinned as his pulse soared and his body warmed. She hadn’t rejected him. “Absolutely.” For the first time since Jace was born, he gave himself over to the art of kissing a woman. Morgan fit in his arms as if she were made just for him. She neither pushed for greater intimacy nor did she deny him the access if he tried for it. He kept the embrace simple, uncomplicated, cozy. They didn’t need to find out all of each other’s secrets right this second.
Here’s the blurb: Bad stuff happens. Love makes it bearable.
All Morgan Davidson wants is a chance to reconnect with her fifteen-year-old niece – sans digital dependency. She books a cabin for Christmas week in rural southern Indiana, but contracting a case of the warm fuzzies for a handsome ranger isn’t part of the plan.
Carter Poole, single dad and park ranger, has simple tastes. He’s not on Facebook, doesn’t let his five-year-old son play video games and spends a lot of time outdoors. When he’s sent out to investigate mysterious tracks, he meets Morgan and a spark ignites between them. He invites her to share the holiday with him and his son.
Between teenage angst, emotional drama and second-guessing, Morgan and Carter manage to steal a few moments alone. When his son goes missing on Christmas Eve, the world narrows and they realize what matters most — family. The more mismatched the better.
I hope you’ll check out this book. Merry Christmas!