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Blurb
Noelle's
voice has captivated Alex, and she's become his greatest obsession. Since he
hired her to read audiobooks, listening to her is the only thing that makes his
lonely world bearable. Thank God she's never seen him. His scars would only
scare her away.
Alex has
starred in every fantasy Noelle's had since she first heard his voice over the
phone, and reading erotica samples to him only fuels her desire. Listening to
him on the other end of the phone is the best part of her day, and she's
willing to do anything to please him.
On
Christmas Eve a storm comes through, sending Noelle in search of her reclusive
boss. Once she's at his cabin with no place to go, there's only one way to keep
warm.
Warning:
This is the sweetest, cheesiest, most Christmassy book ever! It's filled with
late-night confessions, dirty deeds, and a lifetime of love. If you love this
time of year, I've got some cheer for you!
Snow and Mistletoe Excerpt
“I…uh…” I say, trying to break the silence
between us for the second time today. I’m totally getting fired. Hell, I kinda
knew that when I popped on my audiobook and my voice wasn’t even on it. As much
as I want to ask, I don’t feel like poking the bear he seems to have turned
into.
I knew he was the silent broody type, but I
didn’t think he bit. Now I’m not so sure. He could rip my heart to shreds with
a few harsh words. Maybe this is why I spend so much time with my head in the
clouds and my nose in books, dreaming in my own little world. This real-life
romance shit is hard and scary.
“Follow me. I’ll show you where you can put
your stuff,” he says without looking at me as he heads towards a hallway. It’s
as if he wants to shove me into a room as quickly as possible. He won’t even
look at me, and a lump starts to form in my throat. Forget it. I can’t do this.
“Maybe I should just…” I turn to grab the door
handle, but I remember I don’t have my shoes on so I can’t make as quick of an
escape as I’d like. Before I can turn to grab my shoes, big arms shoot out on
either side of me, landing on the door. His warm body presses into mine.
“Don’t go.” His words are soft this time, and
they tickle my ear. He doesn’t move, and I can’t seem to form any words with
him pressed up against me like this. “Just let me show you to your room. You
can take a warm bath if you like.”
“Okay.” The fight leaves my body at his deep,
sensual voice. My answer comes out breathy, and it takes every muscle in my
body to stop myself from leaning into him. I want to rub against him like a cat
in heat. I’ve never done anything wanton in my life, but Alex makes me do a lot
of things I’ve never done before. Like drive three hours in a snowstorm,
pretending it was all about saving my job, when really I’m being a low-key
stalker.
Maybe I can just say I’m cold or something if
I rub against him. Oh my God, I’m totally trying to cop a feel! My cheeks burn
with embarrassment at my own thoughts, but Alex still makes no move to release
me. I can’t move until he drops the big arms that are caging me. God, how I
wish I was facing the other way and staring into his dark blue eyes. I was so
sure they would be brown when I pictured him, but my thoughts didn’t do those
eyes justice.
“Don’t try to leave again.” The firmness in
his voice is one I know all too well. I am about to tell him I’ll do whatever I
want, but feeling him pressed against me banishes any thoughts I have of
leaving this cabin. “It’s dark, the snow is falling thick, and the coyotes will
be out.”
With that caution, the warmth of his body
leaves mine, and I miss it instantly. Sadly, I think I could have stood like
that all night and been utterly content. I turn, following him down the long
hallway. The cabin is cute. It’s hard to make out much with so few lights on,
but all the walls and floors are wooden. It’s rustic and homely and utterly
perfect. The place looks like it was plucked right out of some catalogue. It
would be the perfect place to spend Christmas.
The thought reminds me that it’s Christmas
Eve. I haven’t heard anyone else, but I feel bad, not only for intruding but
for possibly putting someone out of a bedroom. “Are we alone?” I’m prying for
information, but I’m wondering if a girlfriend or someone like that is going to
pop up.
He takes me upstairs, and we pass one door
before we stop outside another. He turns the knob and pushes the door open. He
half-turns to me, but the light is off, and I still can’t really make out his
face. I can tell he has a strong jaw and nose, but seeing so little only makes
me long to see more.
“Get some rest. I’m sure it was a long drive.”
With that, he turns and heads down the stairs, his big body disappearing into
the shadows of the cabin.
I go into the room he told me to take and flip
on the nearby lamp. I ignore everything but the bed as I toss my bag onto it
and let myself fall into its softness.
I’m always alone.
Chapter 1 *Noelle*
“‘Please,”
she begged. “I need to feel you inside me now. It’s been too long.” Annabelle
pleaded with Sam before taking matters into her own hands, grabbing his hard
cock and guiding it to her wet pussy. Wanting to make them whole once again, to
never be apart from the only man she’d ever loved. Would ever love.
“I’ll
give you what you want. Just give me what I want,” Sam demanded, pulling back
just a little from her, the head of his cock barely touching her opening. She
knew what he wanted, and she was sick of fighting these feelings. She’d find a
way to make them work, no matter how different their worlds were.
“I
love you. Only you.” She gave him the words he wanted because they were true.
She knew it down to her soul.
Samuel
thrust home into her welcoming body, his hard cock just as hungry for her as he
was.”
The heavy breathing through the
phone pulls me from my narration “Mr. Lockwood, are you okay?”
“Alex,” he grunts, sounding
irritated with me. “Say it.”
“Alex,” I whisper. He’s been
correcting me for months now, but for some reason I always still say ‘Mr.
Lockwood.’ It reminds me of who he is—that he isn’t a friend I’m talking to on
the phone. He’s a client and nothing more, no matter what my late-night
fantasies tell me.
I hear a grunt, then the line goes
quiet. I wonder if he’s mad at me, and I inwardly curse myself. I had steady
work before I started narrating books for his company, All for You, but with
him offering me more and more projects, he’s been my only client for well over
two months now. It sounds silly, and I’m sure I can get more projects
elsewhere, but I like working for him. He handles things a little differently
than most clients I work with, but I like his way. Seems I like a lot of things
about Alex, despite knowing very little about him.
The silence hangs in the air as I
wait for him to speak again. His words do things to me. Things they shouldn’t.
I’ve somehow latched myself onto him recently. Waiting for our daily calls has
now become a little bit of an obsession, one I’m sure my mother would tell me
was just as unhealthy as my lack of a social life.
“Hmm,” I mumble, trying to break the
uncomfortable silence. I can’t bear the tension, but all I hear is his heavy
breathing, something that reminds me of the many erotica books I’ve read. The
hero would breathlessly pant into the heroine’s ear after a hard round of sex.
It’s a sound I’ve never actually heard myself, but I find myself imagining what
it would be like if Alex made the sound in my ear, his body on top of me.
“I think that’s enough for today,”
he finally says, his deep voice rolling over my skin like a warm rough caress,
like it always does when he speaks to me. If anyone one should be narrating a
book, it’s Alex. He has a voice like I’ve never heard before, and I’ve heard many
in my line of work. Voices that are supposed to be the best aren’t anything
special compared to his.
“Okay, Mis— Alex,” I correct myself
quickly, once again making myself look like an incompetent fool who can’t
remember anything. “I’ll have the Scott book sent over this afternoon. Just a
few more touches and it will be finished. Then I’ll start on this new one, if
you liked the sample I just did.”
Alex likes to do the samples over
the phone and also likes to check in daily on my project status, something that’s
not normal with audio work. Almost everything could be done over email, but
Alex says he likes to do it this way. For what he’s paying me to voice
audiobooks, I’m happy to jump through hoops for the projects. Okay, that’s only
partially true. I would jump through the hoops, but our phone calls mean more
to me than just work.
Sometimes our calls dip into
personal life, mainly about me and my life. Every now and then, I find myself
rambling on, and he just listens. Maybe he’s really polite and feels sorry for
me for having to carry on conversations with someone who is virtually a
stranger. Though he doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore.
“That sounds perfect. I have a lot
going on tomorrow, so I want this taken care of tonight and off both our to-do
lists,” he says, slipping back into business talk. It’s crazy how he does that.
Sometimes I wonder if maybe he has a crazy sex life, because my narrations
always seem to run on the dirty side and they never affect him.
I usually end up in a pile of goo
when we we’re done, with hard nipples and wet panties. We’d hang up and I’d
have my hand down my pants before the line even cleared. It wasn’t narrating
the books that turned me on. I’ve been doing romance narrations for years.
Normally I did them alone so no one would hear. But somehow, reading aloud to
Alex has me beyond turned on. It could be that the pieces he selects for
samples are always the dirtiest parts, or it could just be him.
I told myself it was because Alex
was playing with me. I thought maybe he even had a little crush on me like I
did him, but after time went on, he never seemed affected. He never tried to be
more friendly to me like I was with him, and after a while I thought maybe I
made it up in my head. My mother always told me I live too much inside myself,
and it seemed to have happened again. I’d built something up in my mind that
wasn’t really there. Worse, the thought of not having this interaction anymore
was terrifying in some weird way.
“Okay. I’ll
send the file right over.” I try to keep my tone just as causal as his, but I’m
still chewing on the fact that he has a lot going on tomorrow. It’s Christmas,
so I should expect him to be busy. All I have planned is a TV dinner and
Netflix.
“Have a merry Christmas, Noelle.”
“You too, Alex.” I hit End on the
call, promptly wanting to disconnect from him. I drop the phone onto my desk
and bring up my emails. I want to go ahead and send the file, but my internet
won’t connect. After restarting the modem and my laptop, I make my way over to
the window while everything reboots.
It really is a perfect Christmas
Eve. Snow has already begun to fall, and the Christmas lights on my tree behind
me reflect in the window. It’s as if they’re mocking me. My house is decorated
like I’m hosting a Christmas party tomorrow. There isn’t a spot that isn’t
covered in some kind of Christmas decoration. Why I do this to myself, I have
no idea.
I’m an introvert and always have
been. I made a couple of friends in college, always preferring to have my nose
deep in a book. But since then they’ve dropped off one by one, slowly losing
contact over time. No one wants to be friends with the girl who rarely leaves
the house.
Who knows where my parents are this
time of year. No one likes to travel more than they do. I still have no idea
how I came from such social butterflies. I like things small and intimate, and
I always wanted to spend a Christmas like that with my parents. When I was a
kid, my mom would go all out, kind of like I did in my own home, but she always
filled the day with people I hardly knew.
It’s almost laughable now. I hate
how she’d do that, but now here I am in a house all made up for Christmas and
not one soul to spend it with. I’m not sure which is worse.
My mind wanders back to Alex,
wondering what his plans might be. Would he have a special person to spend his
Christmas with? The thought sends an irrational surge of jealously through me.
Maybe I can come up with a reason to
get in touch with him, or just call to wish him a merry Christmas. I chastise
myself for the silly idea. Considering how fast he got off the phone moments
ago, he probably has plans tonight.
Growling at myself, I pull my hair
from my ponytail to relieve some of the tension I’m feeling.
Pull it together, I tell myself.
I’ll finish this project for Alex, get into my Christmas pajamas, eat those
cookies I spent all day baking and decorating, and watch my favorite holiday
movies. I will not let myself have a pity party.
Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can't
let the other soccer moms know what I'm up to or the guys at work for that
matter. Little do they know that they've got nothing on my dirty talk.
I'm here to give you a quick fix of
filthy dirty smut. Got a few hours to kill? Then I'm what you're looking for.
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