Blurb:
With no family to celebrate the Christmas holiday, Meg
Trainor agrees to open the library on Christmas Eve in case someone is looking
for solace in a book.
What she doesn’t expect are two devilishly handsome
strangers to get stranded in her small Massachusetts
town.
Brad and Shane Griffin are headed to New York for the annual adult toy convention, when
their car breaks down. They’re in for a surprise when they find one hot
librarian waiting for them.
Can three lonely souls and a bag full of toys bring new meaning
to Mistletoe?
Excerpt:
“So about
those copies, I’ll get them started for you. You can wait out here for your partner.” She emphasized the word
partner, letting him know she understood.
“Are you sure?
I can do it,” he offered.
“It’s my job.”
Brad handed
her the folder. “Okay, thanks.”
“Make yourself
comfortable.”
His hand
reached out, sweeping down her arm. “You’re a very sweet woman. I hope my
request doesn’t offend you in any way.”
She looked at
him quizzically. “Of course not. How will making copies offend me? It’s my
job.”
Weirdo.
“It’s just
I…never mind. Go ahead; I’ll wait here for Shane.”
Meg made her
way to the back room, confused by Brad’s remark. How in the world could he
possibly offend her? He asked her to make copies of his products. They were
toys, for God’s sake.
Meg smiled to
herself as she reached the copier. The cover read Turquoise Toys—an odd name.
Opening the folder, Meg’s mouth fell to the floor as she stared at the pictures
in front of her.
Meg couldn’t
believe her eyes. These were not the toys she had imagined. She thought he was
talking about children’s toys. These were not
intended for children. These were adult toys in every sense of the
word. There were floggers, paddles, butt plugs, ball gags, straps with dildos
attached and handcuffs—all Turquoise, explaining the name. Meg wasn’t naive
about the BDSM world. When she realized her desire to submit she wanted to know
the who, what, where and why. She read everything she could about the subject.
She knew enough about it to understand.
She’d even
bought a few toys to experiment with. Like the ping pong paddle she’d purchased
when she was curious to know what it felt like to be spanked. It wasn’t
something she did regularly but when she was in the mood for a good orgasm
she’d slap her cheeks a few times before using her favorite vibrator. She never
had dated a man who was actually part of that world.
Brad was gay
so he wouldn’t be offering. What a shame because she could see them having fun
together!
Could he be
carrying a bagful of goodies? Maybe Santa was going to be extra special to her
this year. Please Santa I’ve been a good girl all
year long. Please tell me you sent Brad with something extra special for my
stocking this year.
Halfway
through the job, Meg decided it was time to go back to her stranger. He’d been
out there long enough. By now, he knew she was aware of his secret.
Turning she
ran smack into his broad chest again. “We really need to stop meeting like this.”
Clearing her
throat, she took a step back only to come against the copier. “I was just
coming out to see you.”
He stepped
closer, closing the small gap between them. “How are you doing?” His voice dripped with
desire.
“Fantastic.
Your copies are just about done.”
Damn she
wished he’d step back. He was much too close. He turned her on.
“Are you sure?” He traced his
finger along her cheek.
She gulped,
her body overheating.
He bent
closer, taking her lips. He kissed her slowly. She melted against him; her arms
snaked around his neck. He touched her breast, causing a moan to escape her
lips.
His bulge
brushed against her. He wanted her.
While he
kissed her, his fingers unzipped the back of her dress then unsnapped her bra.
He pushed the garments down around her waist, exposing her breasts.
His mouth
covered her nipple, sucking until it puckered. God his mouth felt good.
How long had
it been since a man had his mouth on her? Too long. Lisa was right; she needed
to get laid, but not by Kenny.
When Brad
moved to the other breast she thought for sure she was going to crumble to the
floor. Her hands gripped the edges of the copier to steady herself.
“I’m going to fuck you Meg, right
now against this copier. Are you okay with that?”
