Welcome to Novel Gems ~ Catch That Santa SNEAK PEEK ~ 12-18-12!
I love to sneak a peek into a writer friend’s developing novel. It’s just so much fun watching their story grow and getting the inside scoop. So every Tuesday until I finish my romantic suspense, Killing Secrets, I’ve been sharing a gem with you ~ a couple of sentences, several paragraphs of a pivotal scene, or a phrase that just made me sigh or laugh out loud or scares me or…well, you get the picture.
Today, however, I’m turning your attention to my romantic comedy novelette, CATCH THAT SANTA, which goes *FREE* on Amazon Kindle December 18 & 19…that’s TODAY & TOMORROW. If you haven’t had a chance to snag a copy of this cute, holiday romance, now’s the time!
CATCH THAT SANTA is also highlighted today at The Little Read Hens at www.littlereadhens.com and https://www.facebook.com/#!/LittleReadHens?fref=ts, a weekly chat group about books and authors on Facebook!
A bit of set up for today’s gem….
Francisco (Cisco) de la Vega’s searching for his grandfather, who’s playing Santa Claus for the residents at Happy Acres, a man on a mission. He’ll get his grandmother’s ring in his pocket, and then decide whether he’s prepared to shackle himself to a woman he doesn’t love just to give his career a boost. His best-laid plans are about to be thrown out the window into a Christmas Eve snowstorm that will change his life…and that’s all you’re getting! 🙂
Catch That Santa by Karen Docter
“You’re selling your soul to the devil, Cisco,” he whispered to himself, ignoring the headache that had plagued him since yesterday. When had his architectural career taken such a sharp left turn?
There was no time to explore that question, even if there was an answer. He’d arrived at his destination. He scanned a Victorian lady’s bedroom, all creamy walls, antique furniture, lace and flowers everywhere. A man in a white jacket – likely the orderly he was looking for – stood in the middle of the room next to the bed, his back to the door as he looked down at—
A sexy female behind sticking up in the air. Cisco craned to see more, but the top part of what promised to be a delectable body was covered by the lace and floral flounce that circled the bottom of the bed.
That didn’t prevent Cisco from enjoying what he did see. Santa Claus red pants, wrapped lovingly around a heart-shaped ass, wiggled in front of his eyes like a cape to a bull, tempting him to step into the room. His gaze ran down curvaceous thighs and legs to black-soled boots with sinful, spiked heels, and back up again. The tug of desire that pulled on his groin reminded him he wasn’t the eunuch he’d become on Monica’s arm. Another wiggle and he took a second step closer.
The orderly must have heard him because he faced Cisco. “Who are you?” he said over the head of the infant he held in his arms.
“Cisco de la Vega,” he said. Watching the happily squealing child bat at the orderly’s nametag which told him this was the man he was looking for, he cleared his throat and spoke louder. “I’m looking for my grandfather. Raphael de la Vega. He’s here as Santa. The woman out front didn’t know where I could find him, so she sent me to you. I need to talk to him.”
“I-we—” The man’s expression fell. He glanced at the woman on the floor.
“Join the club!” she exclaimed as she popped out from under the bed to join the conversation. She rested that lovely bottom on her heels, gaily wrapped present draped across her lap, a very striking woman all decked out in holiday colors from head to toe.
Shiny, midnight black hair cut into a wedge brushed the curve of her lower jaw and played with tiny red, green and gold Christmas bells tinkling below her ears. Clear, blue eyes the color of Colorado skies, framed by natural, long black lashes. Without a trace of makeup, the skin over her cheekbones looked like sun-kissed porcelain. Her bottom lip was full, luscious, and shiny with pink lip gloss, and all he wanted to do was nibble it off like Christmas candy.
You’d better take Monica to bed, Cisco, and get it over with if you’re lusting after a perfect stranger. No matter how attractive, the woman’s obviously the baby’s mother…which means she’s married. He didn’t see a ring on her finger, but that didn’t mean anything. Married women – marriage, for that matter – were completely off the table.
An interesting commentary considering his mission here.
….see you next Tuesday with another NOVEL GEM!