Irish Kisses Pub quiz post 5
What pudding across the pond is traditionally eaten on Christmas day, and served with brandy sauce?
HOT WINTER KISS
Releases 30th November 2012
Book four in the bestselling Irish Kisses series.
Tasty treats await you.
FLAME RATING: four
GENRE: contemporary romance
PAGE COUNT: 47
CONTENT: May to December / Tinsel Play / Irish Castle / Snowed In / Holiday Romance
Hot winter kisses to warm broken hearts….
Sick of tending to everyone else’s needs around the holidays, divorced barmaid and granny Sandra ferries it from London to Belfast. All she wants for Christmas is some peace with a romance story in front of a roaring fire in a remote Irish castle. What she gets is a most unexpected Christmas present from her friends at Bell’s—A 1Night Stand with a young Irishman.
Can she hack it in the real world of romance, or are life’s complications and treacherous snowstorms best left to the pages of a book?
Newly widowed Ardan Draighean owns Ballygalley castle. Once run as a hotel with his late wife, the stone building now serves as a home for him and his son. After hearing about Madame Eve’s matchmaking skills, he contacts her in search of the perfect match. Although much older than him—by fifteen years—Sandra is his ideal woman. He be damned if he’ll let a good story get in the way of his happy ever after with her.
Hot winter kisses are all this couple needs to stay warm this Christmas, but will the heat stay long after the magical season of mistletoe has finished?
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Sweet Irish Kiss, book 1
Shamrocked, book 2
Threesome Sweetness, book 3
HOT WINTER KISS Chapter one, part four
Her co-worker always teased her about her reading
habits at work. Yup. This trickery had Devlin written all over it. Insensitive bastard.
“Sandra? I’m from Ballygalley, here ta give ya a ride ta the castle. Bloody good job the barman recalled seeing ya. I’d never have found ya tucked way back here.”
A man loomed over her, his face shadowed by a knit hat pulled down to his temples; a hint of dark ginger peeked through the wool.
He rubbed his hands together then blew on them. “Let’s get a move on, shall we?”
Christmas lametta tinsel from above reflected across his smoldering, indigo glare. His brow furrowed and a glint of impatience flickered in his eyes. He rubbed at his stubbled face, and she could have sworn she heard the gentle sweep of thick whiskers brushing his palm. Her ex used to do the same thing when he was deep in thought. A tightening in her throat stalled her.
“Not got all night.” He pulled out her chair, nearly knocking her flying.
“Let me put my things away, first, eh?” She fisted her hands and puckered her mouth. Dude might be one sexy man to look at, but his romance hero qualities stopped there. Would make a good cover model, though.
“Is that one of them digital contraptions for fake books or a digital tablet thing?”
“Fake? I assure you, e-books are as real as any paper ones. They still contain pages with stories to share. Honestly.” Her ex would have said something similar about the new technology. She tsked at the silly notion and gathered her things. “And you’re younger than me. Twenty six, twenty seven…at a guess, so you should be all for the electronic age.”
“None of ya business, mind, but I’m thirty three. And digital books ain’t real because ya can’t hold them or smell them. End of discussion. Now, are ya hitching this ride with me, or not?”
“If you quit your attitude, I’d be most grateful to travel with you. But if you carry on being an ass, you can forget it.”
“Ya know I’m going out of me way here. Didn’t have ta pick ya up.” “Right. Fine. Let’s go.” Sandra stood and strutted toward the exit. “Forgetting something?” He yelled over the bar racket.
To be continued in Irish Pub Quiz post 3, Cassandra Carr’s blog (link in rafflecopter)
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Born n bred Brit, JoAnne Kenrick grew up in a wee sea-side town in North Wales and has enjoyed a variety of vocations such as holistic healer, window dresser, and ghost tour guide. Having lived in Wales, England, and Scotland with her dear family, she finally escaped the dull British summers to reside in sunny Australia. After two years, they moved to the States where she endured three harsh winters in Minnesota. She now lives in North Carolina with her husband, two kids and two puddy cats. When they aren’t demanding her attention, or jumping on her head, she strums away on the keys of her little laptop, creating worlds and adventures she could only ever dream of. Come across the pond and faraway….with JoAnne Kenrick! www.joannekenrick.com
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