Title: A Naughty Little Christmas (Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romance from Bestselling Authors)
Authors: Randi Alexander, Ann Bruce, Aliyah Burke, Opal Carew, Dawn Halliday, Yvette Hines, Christin Lovell, & Paige Tyler
Print Length: 646 pages
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Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors
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COWBOY JACKPOT: CHRISTMAS
Cowboy Jackpot Series, Book 1
Randi Alexander
Award Winning Novella. A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and college student Gigi Colberg-Staub.
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A NAUGHTY NOELLE
The 19th Precinct, Book 1.5
Ann Bruce
When injured vice cop Sergio Ramirez accepts Noelle Mason’s offer to help him, she has no idea the danger she faces, most of it from her desire to share her bed with him.
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HOLIDAY SURPRISE: UNWRAPPED
Aliyah Burke
Recuperating in wintery Massachusetts, Heath Dixon gives cold-hating Kassia Green something much hotter to focus on. But can he keep her after Christmas? Like…forever?
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CHRISTMAS ANGEL
Opal Carew
Given one chance to break the curse which has held Angelique in its grip for two hundred years, she is faced with a heart-rending decision. Can she sacrifice Nick’s happiness for her own freedom?
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A HIGHLANDER FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Dawn Halliday
In the wintery Highland mountains, Aileen and Niall unleash their forbidden passion. But Aileen is promised to another this Christmas, and the wicked Lowlander will stop at nothing to have her.
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ILLICIT CHRISTMAS
Yvette Hines
Even during the holidays a woman can have one reckless night that will change her life forever…especially when the man she was with is determined to prove they belong together.
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HER XMAS PRESENT
Christin Lovell
After being apart from each other for a year, Libby and Tyler realize their feelings for one another are more than platonic. Are they willing to risk years of friendship on a chance at love?
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ALL SHE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS
Paige Tyler
Hayley Knowles has always fantasized about getting spanked by her husband, Conner. But how can she possibly ever get her husband to do it, especially since she’s too shy to tell him? This is the holiday season, though, so maybe Hayley might get exactly what she wants for Christmas!
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From Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas by Randi Alexander
Running her hands slowly up his arms, Gigi sighed. “I want to fool around.”
Boone tipped his head back and laughed like a kid. “You’re the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.” Against the backdrop of the suite’s windows, he reminded her of a package all wrapped in lights.
His hands slid to her butt and he tugged her up.
Holding on to his shoulders, Gieselle balanced herself and wrapped her legs around him. She loved it when he carried her.
“You don’t have to ask this cowboy more than once.” He strode to the bedroom, bent over the bed, and laid her back on it. Lit only by the lights of the strip, the room wrapped around them, romantic and cozy.
Propping his elbows at her side, his face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin. “Baby, I’ve got plans for you.”
A hot shiver skittered through her. “Plans?”
“Mm hm.” His eyes darkened and his breath came faster. ”
She unbuttoned one button of his shirt. “What kind of plans?”
He reached behind his back, tugged off her shoe, and tossed it. “Wicked ones.”
Flicking open another button, she asked, “Hot plans?”
“Yeah. And sticky.” He took her other shoe and threw it, too.
Opening the rest of his buttons, her mouth watered for a lick of his nice pecs. “God, you’re sexy.”
“Baby.” It came out on a growl and he ripped off his cowboy hat and threw it onto a chair. “You’re making me crazy.”
She tugged his shirttails from his jeans. “I want to make you naked.”
With incredible speed, he removed his shirt and leaned back over her. “Your turn.” He slid his hands from her knees down her thighs, his fingers tracing the elastic of her panties around her hips.
The rough calluses on his warm hands rattled lusty heat along her skin and down to her pussy.
Boone gathered her dress under her butt and sat her up, pulling it from under her and up over her head.
He froze, his eyes on her see-through lavender bra. “Oh, jeez.”
His stare puckered her nipples and tingled chills across her breasts. Gieselle laced her fingers through his hat hair, releasing the blond mop. The softness on her fingers tugged at her heart. A rugged cowboy with the sweet personality of a gentleman.
Boone’s mouth covered hers as he laid her back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding on tight. His big prize buckle chilled her belly.
She traced his lips with her tongue and he dove in, his tongue on hers, on her cheeks, tickling the roof of her mouth.
His overpowering strength did fuzzy things to her brain and wild, jittery things to her core. Her hips made tiny circles, cradling his hard shaft through his jeans.
“Gigi.” He whispered against her lips as his hips took up the rhythm of hers.
She scraped her nails lightly down his back. “Boone?”
“When you do that…” His mouth pressed hard and hot on her neck, his teeth nipping, his tongue tracing patterns. Slowly he eased his body lower, dragging his mouth along her skin, tasting as he went.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, thrusting her breasts closer to him as desire swirled and puddled low in her belly.
His mouth traced the line of her bra across one breast, then the other. “You’re so hot. Your skin is burning my lips.”
“Don’t stop.” Her blood raced through her like solar flares.
“No, ma’am.”
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Randi Alexander
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
http://randialexander.com/
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From: A NAUGHTY NOELLE The 19th Precinct, Book 1.5 by Ann Bruce
“Are you hurt?”
The voice was low and raspy, but it triggered something in Noelle’s still-recovering memory. Heart picking up pace
once more, she peered up at the lean figure sitting rather rigidly on the backseat. She could make out the shape of
the head in the gloomy interior of the moving cab. The shoulders were broad and the torso long. The line of the jaw
was shadowed with stubble. Her eyes widened. “You.”
There was a dry, masculine chuckle followed by a groan and a muffled curse. “Yeah, me. How are you doing down
there?”
“I’m in pain, but I’ll live.” It was the truth. She had banged her head before and suffered nothing more than a raging
headache for a few hours. Such were the trials of wanting to play pond hockey with four older—and much bigger—
brothers.
“Can you get up?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered and began disentangling their legs. She was puzzled when he didn’t offer his help. Maybe he
only did one good deed per night.
Noelle slowly released her breath when she was finally seated beside the man who had saved her earlier only to
violently barrel into her from behind a few minutes ago. Pain creased her brow. She closed her eyes, needing the
refuge of darkness.
“I thought I told you to go straight home,” he finally said quietly, turning to look at her.
“You did,” she confirmed without opening her eyes. “I didn’t listen.”
“Obviously.”
She made a noncommittal sound. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.”
Noelle’s lashes lifted and she caught the driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror. She had to give the man credit for taking
it all in stride. It couldn’t be every night when he gets a woman shoved into his cab by a strange man on the run. Then
again, what did she know? Maybe this was a common occurrence for him.
“Then why is the cab moving?”
“I told the driver to drive,” he explained, the words labored.
Noelle frowned. Was he hurt? She slowly turned her head to the right and glanced down. Her frown deepened.
“Is there a reason why you’re clutching your side like that?”
“Yes,” he gritted between clenched teeth, the pain almost successfully veiling the sarcasm in his voice.
Her brow puckered, but it wasn’t because of the ache in her head this time. “Oh.” Her eyes widened. Realization
dawned. It was belated, but it did dawn. “Oh God! How bad is it?”
Her headache was forgotten as her hands felt all over his face. It was heated and coated with a sheen of cooling
sweat. His stubble scratched her fingertips. Noelle’s exploration halted there as she savored the discreet tingle that
shot through her fingertips straight to her tummy. She was a sick, sick woman to be turned on by a man bleeding all
over the place.
And only hours ago, she’d believed herself in love with another man.
Noelle gingerly probed beneath her defenses. She should be hurt, torn up inside. Yet, all she felt was more anger at
herself for being so stupid than at Gil for cheating on her.
The rough voice pulled her back. “Not there.”
Noelle was glad of the darkness as warmth flooded her cheeks.
“Is it just your side?”
“Mainly.”
“Are you going to let me check it out?”
“Are you a nurse or a doctor or a paramedic?”
She drew back as if attacked by a kitten. Her lips thinned. “No, but I do know basic first aid. Or do you think sheer
macho willpower will take care of your injury?”
A rough sound rumbled from his chest. “I’m sorry.” Very gingerly, very slowly, he moved his hands away from his left
side and said, “Here.”
Carefully, Noelle scooted down so she could better examine the wound. She pulled the black T-shirt from his jeans
and peeled it up. A blade had sliced through the leather jacket and the T-shirt and left a long cut that wasn’t as deep
as she’d feared. But it wasn’t as shallow as she’d hoped.
“We should get you to a hospital. You need stitches.”
The only response she got was an indecipherable grunt. She assumed it was a sound of protest.
She sighed. “Shouldn’t I call the police?”
He growled a very decisive negative.
“What is this aversion you have to the police? Is it cops in general or just the NYPD?”
“No,” he repeated more firmly.
“Why not? Your tax dollars pay for their services.” A thought occurred to her. “Uh, you do pay taxes, right?”
He slanted a narrow glance at her. “Yes.”
Copyright © 2007 by Ann Bruce. All rights reserved.
Regards,
Ann Bruce
http://www.annbruce.net
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