With: Lori Wilde
Giveaway Alert!I’ll Be Home for Christmas
A Twilight, Texas Novel
Nothing says Christmas like New York Times bestselling author Lori Wilde and Twilight, TX, and now Lori returns to Twilight for a brand new heartwarming holiday tale. The matchmaking members of the Cookie Club are up to their old tricks again!
Christmas in Twilight, Texas, is all merriment and mistletoe. The Cookie Club is whipping up their most festive sweets, the townspeople are scrambling to get their holiday shopping done, and Joe-a hometown guy with a restless heart-is dreaming about the woman he wants to kiss most…
…And who happens to be staying at his sister’s place over the holidays, while Joe’s sister is away. But Joe isn’t quite sure he wants to be a living Christmas present to runaway law student Gabi Preston.
Joe thinks the sassy sweetheart he nicknames “Trouble” won’t inconvenience anything but his healthy sex drive. But when he discovers the reasons Gabi escaped from her life, he aches to give her everything she’s never had. As the magic of the season draws them together, the gift of love is the only one worth giving…
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About the Author
New York Times and USA Today best-selling author, Lori Wilde has sold seventy-eight works of fiction to four major New York Publishing houses. She holds a bachelor’s degree in nursing from Texas Christian University and a certificate in forensic nursing from Kaplan University. She is a member of the International Association of Forensic Nurses.
Her first NYT bestseller, the third book in her Twilight, Texas series, The First Love Cookie Club has been optioned for a television movie. The town of Granbury, Texas, upon which her fictional town of Twilight, Texas is loosely based, honors Lori with an annual Twilight, Texas weekend each Christmas. www.twilighttexas.com
A popular writing instructor, Lori is a two time RITA finalist and has four times been nominated for Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award. She’s won the Colorado Award of Excellence, the Wisconsin Write Touch Award, The Golden Quill, the Lories, and The More than Magic. Her books have been translated into 27 languages and excerpted in Cosmopolitan, Redbook, Complete Woman, and Quick and Simple magazines. She lives in Texas with her husband, Bill, and her two New American Shepherds.
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Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/38217.Lori_Wilde
“Whoa there.” A strong masculine arm slipped around her waist, held her securely in place.
“I’m okay,” she said, meaning, You let can let go of me, but he didn’t get the hint.
She lifted her head, met those simmering dark eyes, and hiccupped.
This close, she was hit with the full force of his manliness, and He- Man wasn’t an apt enough description. His chest felt as if it had been sculpted from granite. His hands were tanned and nicked with various scars. Workman’s hands. He smelled of the outdoors, and a few strands of Christmas tree nettles were caught in his thick, golden brown hair.
His posture was relaxed, nonchalant. So why did he remind her of an eagle scoping out prey? His sharp- eyed gaze locked on to hers, held her captive. There was something cool and über- masculine about him. She felt scrutinized. Appraised.
Hot adrenaline pumped through her body and her knees weakened.
Alpha He- Man.
He canted his head, one cocky eyebrow shooting upward on his forehead. “Where is my sister?”
“What?” How would she possibly know the answer to that question? “Who are you? Who is your sister?”
“Joe Cheek,” he said. “I live across the street, and Katie is my sister.”
Gabi stood on tiptoes in order to see over his mountainous shoulders. “You live on the Christ-mas tree farm?”
“It’s not just a Christmas tree farm. We raise all kinds of things. Alpacas, miniature horses, goats, sunflowers, coastal hay . . .”
Children? she wondered, and then immediately wondered why she was wondering. Who cared? He’d said “we.” We raise all kinds of things.
Her gaze drifted to his bare left hand. No ring. But that didn’t mean anything. Lots of married guys who worked with their hands didn’t wear wedding bands for safety reasons.
“If you’re here, who’s cutting down trees?” she asked inanely as the sound of the biting axe kept ringing in the air.
“Customer. Some people like chopping down their own trees. Dive into the full Christmas experience.”
“Where’s my sister?” he repeated, his brows uniting in a scowl.
Her stomach jumped. “I’m not at liberty to say.”
“Last night Katie left me a voice message that she was leaving town for the holidays and asked me to look after the animals and her houseguest while she was away, but she didn’t say where she was going. Where is she?”
His nearness made her dizzy. So dizzy she could scarcely breathe. “You’ll have to ask her.”
“I’ve tried, dammit. She told me to mind my own business.” Joe gritted his teeth and squeezed Gabi’s arm. Not tightly, but firmly enough to let her know he was serious about wanting an answer.
Her belly turned to cement, and she hiccupped. C’mon, seriously? Stop with the hiccups already.
Over the years, she’d been to numerous doctors seeking a cure for the embarrassing hiccups and she’d been told there was no physiological reason for her frequent bouts of what the doctors called synchronous diaphragmatic flutter. “Start living life for yourself,” said her family physician, who’d known her since childhood, “instead of always doing what other people want you to do, and the hiccupping will resolve.”
Well, that’s why she was here, wasn’t it? Except the hiccupping seemed to be getting worse instead of better, and she suspected it had something to do with this man and his imposing biceps, heated brown eyes, and granite chin.
Yes. Most definitely. Yes
Get a grip.
Alpha He- Man grunted, and without another word, dragged her inside the yurt.
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