No
Angels for Christmas
by
Petie McCarty
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GENRE:
Contemporary
Romance with suspenseful elements
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BLURB:
Child psychologist Rachel Kelly isn't quite sure how to handle the situation with her newest client -- a six-year-old boy who says he can talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel's Christmas party and takes her young clients hostage.
Police negotiator, Lt. Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancée Rachel when she suddenly balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts, Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make -- stand back and wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for rescue.
Unless Rachel's little angel-spying client is telling the truth…
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Excerpt:
“Jake,
I came by to see you because of the Buckhead crisis.”
“I
figured as much.”
Rachel
could’ve sworn he looked disappointed for a fleeting moment. That
gave her the courage to go on. “To offer my shoulder—”
“To
cry on?” he sneered.
“No!
To lean on. Please don’t be ugly.”
“I
can’t help it. You broke us up.”
Incredulous,
she gaped at him. “Me! Must I keep reminding you? You left me.”
He
closed the distance between them, so close she could feel his body
heat.
“You
let me leave,” he said gruffly.
“I
didn’t—”
“You
let me leave,” he repeated, his face but inches away.
His
unique Jake scent wafted over her. She wanted to smother in it. She
wanted . . .
“I
didn’t want you to go,” she whispered.
He
caught her to him in a fierce embrace. No gentle kiss this. It spoke
of need and anger and desperation. His. Hers. She didn’t know for
sure. Didn’t care. She wanted to cry from the relief of having his
arms around her again.
She
knuckled her fists into his warm tee shirt and tried to yank him
closer, but the shirt was old and stretched unmercifully. His lips
smiled against hers as he grabbed a breath and then kissed her again,
his tongue sweeping in to tangle with hers.
She
could die from his wonderful familiar taste. She savored, remembered,
stored for later. Giving up on the shirt, she wound her arms around
his neck to tug him closer, to pull him into her if she could.
Suddenly,
his hands at her hips pressed her back, and she shamelessly hung on
tighter. He reached up and worked her hands free, then kissed each
one.
His
eyes had gone black. No doubt a reflection of hers.
“Like
coming home, isn’t it?” he rasped, his voice so hoarse it came
out as a whisper.
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Petie
shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her
horticulturist husband and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made
a cameo appearance in No
Angels for Christmas.
Visit
Petie's web site online at http://www.petiemccarty.com
or her Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/petie.mccarty.
BIO
Social Media:
https://www.pinterest.com/petiemccarty
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GIVEAWAY
INFORMATION:
Petie
McCarty will be awarding a $10 Amazon/BN GC and 3 ebook copies of
Duke Du Jour, book 1 of the Lords in Time series to 4 randomly drawn
winners (one prize per winner) via rafflecopter during the tour.
a Rafflecopter giveaway
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