Part of the fun of Sunday Surprise is surprising myself. Today I have another publisher that I didn't know before the post. Loose ID. I have four of their new releases to tempt you today. All of which fit the holiday spirit.Heloise West has written Hitting Black Ice and given us the gift of male/male strife, tension and fulfillment. ER physician's assistant Hunter guards his heart carefully, but that doesn't stop him from falling for Shawn, the front desk clerk. Shawn is on the run from the law and love to protect himself and anyone else involved. Forced into a hostage situation, buried passion explodes in the aftermath, and sex in the supply closet brings their hearts back to life. Tentatively, step by step, they begin to explore a relationship together until the past catches up with Shawn.
Catelyn Cash gives us Wicked Wonderland and a real elf among the many costumes. She is a beautiful, uninhibited woman who yearns for a cock bigger than the standard Elfish three inches. There is also a man eager for his first ever sexual encounter with the opposite sex. And his lover, who has some ideas of his own about how to make this a highly memorable Christmas for all.
Holding the Edge by Kiera Andrews is a gay romance taken to the ice. Misha Reznikov has an Olympic gold—and a secret lover who just happens to be the silver medalist. As they prepare for a special holiday skating show on Christmas Eve in Dev's hometown, tension builds. How long can Misha and Dev keep their love secret—and what happens if one of them wants to stop hiding?
Christmas Past and Christmas Presents, could Allie Quinn have found a more seasonal title? Through the help of three fun Christmas ghosts, Dane is shown his relationship with his girlfriend, Sara. The ghost of Christmas past reminds him of all the exciting places and ways he and Sara have spent Christmas. The ghost of Christmas present shows him how stupidly he's chosen her Christmas gift. Then, the ghost of Christmas future reveals his bleak future without her.Here is a glimpse at that hot version of a Dickens classic.
Dane woke with a start.
His head was fuzzy, and it took several seconds of blinking for his eyes to focus.
He was pretty certain that when he’d flopped onto the couch, the lights on the tree had been off. So how had they gotten turned back on? “What the hell?”
He tried to sit up. His head felt like it weighed twenty-five pounds. Then he saw her: an absolutely gorgeous, model-beautiful blonde with the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. The sight of a strange woman wearing a sparkly white minidress, black stiletto heels, and a Santa hat in his apartment had him springing off the sofa in an instant. Damn. His vision swam, and he lost his balance. Weak-kneed, he fell and crashed into the coffee table.
The girl reached out and swiped the Christmas dove ornament off the table a second before he would have fallen on it. His left knee hit the floor. His right one hit the corner of the table. His face slammed into the surface not far from where the ornament had been. Dane groaned.
“Oh, I bet that hurt.” Her words held not an ounce of sympathy. “Good thing this ornament didn’t get broken, though. It would look great right here.”
She hung the doves on the branch where Sara had hung them. How did she know it had hung there? And hadn’t Sara said the same exact words? It would look great right here.
“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my place? How’d you get in here?”
“Ooooo, aren’t we in a good mood? I was told you’d be cranky.” She turned from the tree and offered him a smile that shone almost as bright as her dress.
“You’re about to see me crankier as I toss your ass out of here.” He needed to use both hands on the coffee table in order to haul himself to a standing position. Damn, but he wished the room would quit spinning. He took a step toward her. “Who told you I was cranky? Steve? Did Steve send you?” Steve, his partner at city hall, couldn’t know about his argument with Sara. No one did, unless Sara had told someone. Maybe she did, because leave it to Steve to pay for someone to come and spend Christmas Eve with him. “Whatever he paid you to come visit me, you can keep it. Now get the hell out and leave me alone.”“I can’t leave you yet. And you can’t toss me out either.”
“Wanna bet?” He reached for her. He’d never physically tossed anyone out the door. And he didn’t readily like the idea of starting his tossing career with such a beauty like her. But damn, she’d challenged him. There was his fucking pride again.
His hands clapped together as she disappeared before his eyes.
“See, I told you,” she said, speaking from behind him.
He turned so fast he nearly lost his balance. “How’d you do that? Who are you?”
“I’m Christy, the Ghost of Christmas Past.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, right. And I’m Santa Claus.”
She grew serious. “No, you’re not. You’re Dane Carlton. Santa is much nicer than you are.”
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