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To get you started on the Mistletop Hop, here's an excerpt from THE LAST MACKLENNA. This holiday romantic suspense takes place in Scotland, Napa, and on a Kentucky Thoroughbred Farm. In this scene, Elliott and Meredith, along with Elliott's two life-long friends are going out for Christmas Eve dinner in Edinburgh. Enjoy!
This excerpt starts in the middle of the scene.
Using the tips of his fingers, he skimmed the side of her neck. Her breath stopped as she tilted her head, leaned into him, and gave him access to the curve of her shoulder. His mouth covered the spot she offered with a warm wet kiss that left her tingly.
“It’s Christmas Eve. Let’s talk about us,” he said.
She turned to face him, breathing in his musky scent, gazing into his eyes. “I don’t think there is an us.”
“We need to work on definitions. When I kiss a woman and she faints—”
Meredith smiled. “I was light-headed. I didn’t faint.”
He chuckled as he pulled her coat collar up and tucked it under her chin. “My kiss turned you weak-kneed. Admit it.”
“Never,” she teased.
“Ah, my wee sweetheart.” He lowered his head just enough to sink into her mouth. She rose up on tip-toes to meet his soft lips. “You’re not going to change your mind about tomorrow, are you?” he asked, kissing the corners of her mouth.
“Hmm. I might be too weak-kneed to go anywhere.”
“If that means I get to keep kissing you, I’ll risk having to change plans.” He stole one more kiss. “If you’re ready, we need to go. A wine cellar tour awaits.”
“Oh. I forgot. I didn’t even check the restaurant’s website to see what wines they stocked.”
His teeth closed over her bottom lip. “That sounds like someone on holiday surrendering control. How does it feel?”
There was a sudden uptick in her heartbeat. She leaned back to gaze into his eyes. The dark irises were indistinguishable from the pupils, making his eyes difficult to read. “Scary as hell.”
He wiggled his brow and twiddled an imaginary cigar. “You have nothing to fear.”
Tickled by his antics, she gave him a smile that radiated from within. I’m in way over my head here. For someone always in control, always with a plan, she found letting go a bit like holding up her hands while riding a rollercoaster—exciting yet terrifying and not something she’d likely do again. The fare for the ride was too expensive.
Evelyn stepped in the room and grabbed her purse off the table. “That sounds like the Big Bad Wolf crooning to Little Red Riding Hood. Hurry, Meredith, before he has his way with you.”
“Evelyn calls you a wolf. You say I’m safe. I think I’m in danger either way.”
His jaw tightened. “In my condition, I’m not a danger to anyone. Now, can we go before James gives away our reservation?”
Maybe dangerous. Maybe not. But he had the word heartbreaker tattooed on his forehead. For all the common sense she had nurtured during her life, when it came to him, she suited up in a common-sense-deflector.
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