Noah
Donner had it all. Good looks, great job, and a kick-ass gift. As a special
breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous
reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that
changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another
reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer.
Not
exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a
shifter, while not nearly as confident about herself when in human form.
Usually a timid wallflower, Mira is surprised to learn she’s Noah’s latest
target, and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves
in a quandary.
Neither
can deny the attraction, but Mira will need more than words to trust the sexy
Casanova.
Can the two love-struck
shifters play nice? Or will this little Reindeer Game require a little
Christmas magic?
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Noah
nudged her against the door, closing it behind them.
Mira
gasped. His smoldering expression turned her stomach upside down, and heat
pooled between her legs. Had he cast a spell, stealing away her ability to
escape? Her skin tingled at the thought of giving in to his silent intent.
Noah’s
hands found her midsection and needy eyes drank her in as though she were a mug
of hot, buttered rum on a cold winter’s night.
I’ve totally lost my mind.
“Is this really happening?” Did I say
that aloud?
Noah’s
eyes gleamed and a mischievous grin spread across his face. “Oh, it’s
happening.” He slowly leaned in, and his lips grazed hers, immediately followed
by his tongue. Warm swipes plunged deeper with each pass, triggering moisture
that dampened her panties.
Mira’s
knees buckled and Noah scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the sofa
as though she weighed next to nothing.
His
kisses grew more passionate. Deeper. Hungrier.
Mira
could hardly catch her breath. This was crazy. Insane. “Get the fuck out!”
Noah
stopped. A look of confusion and shock flashed in his eyes. “What?”
Mira
laughed, covering her mouth as heat rushed to her cheeks. “I’m sorry. That sort
of slips out whenever I’m surprised.”
Noah’s
brow pinched. “You’re surprised?”
She
bit back another laugh and went with an enthusiastic nod instead.
“Why?”
Mira’s
head spun and she strained to sit upright. How could she explain this? “Men
like you don’t come home with women like me, Noah.”
He
shook his head. “Why?”
He
sounded like a broken record now.
“Be-because,”
she said stammering through her reply. “Look at you.”
Noah
rose and stood by the sofa, gazing down at her. “What about me?”
“Uh
… well, you’re built like a Greek god and you have a reputation as a …” She
searched for the correct words—words that held a little more delicacy than man-whore. “Ladies’ man?”
“Humph.”
He rested his hands on his hips. “Ladies’ man, huh?”
“I
was being polite.” Mira squirmed.
Noah’s
eyebrows arched high. “Is that so?” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why
don’t you tell me how you really feel, Mira?”
Bile
shot up in the back of her throat as her nervous demeanor morphed into one a
little more hostile. “How I really feel?” Dozens of irritating things about the
man came to mind. Everything from his obnoxious, too-loud laugh, to the ugly
reindeer sweater he wore, to the Christmas party every friggin’ year. “Well …
for starters, you brag about your conquests entirely too much.” She’d keep her
comments limited to the facts rather than opinions. “You treat women like
trophies and well … you seem to have a serious problem with my ass.” The last
part flew out of her mouth so fast she had no time to reel it back in.
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Robin
Badillo and her pseudonym, Tyler Robbins, is a down to earth mother of four,
born and raised in a small Texas town where she still resides with her nearly
grown kids and a pack of spoiled dogs.
After
years of being a wife and mom, complete with company picnics and fundraisers
for the P.T.A., Robin found herself starting over when her husband of fifteen
years suddenly passed away. With no particular skills to speak of other than
making killer chili con queso, Robin took the advice of friends and family, and
followed her heart and passion for writing into the publishing world.
A
fan of paranormal and southern romance novels, Robin does her best to offer up
a plethora of tasty morsels to satisfy her readers’ appetite. Whether
mainstream and/or paranormal erotic romance or Tyler’s LGBT romance line, Robin
strives to create characters who are endearing and relatable.
Adversity
is Robin’s motivation, which explains why she’s a true believer that grey hair
is simply God’s graffiti.
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