I LOVE CHRISTMAS!
...so when the opportunity arises to enter a holiday scene into one of my books, I'm all over it!
This excerpt comes from IN IT TO WIN IT (Deadlines & Diamonds, #2) and always makes me smile. Enjoy!
Grayson spent the day doing one of the things he loved best. And when Jane got home he was going to do the thing he loved very most in the world.
He hoped that Jane liked what he’d done with the place. Decorating for
Christmas was something that he’d learned to love from the time he could crawl.
His mother had instilled that love, and now he was proud to give Clark W. Griswold
a run for his money every year.
Festive didn’t begin to describe Jane’s home now. Red and green and gold
covered every inch. He’d gotten the biggest tree her small living room could
handle and put so many strands of lights on it that the thing could probably be
seen from space. As for the decorations, they were in their boxes on the couch,
waiting.
A red table runner ran down the middle of Jane’s table. Grayson put the
evergreen centerpiece in the middle and admired how nice the red roses and
white carnations looked nestled in the dark green pine boughs.
He stood back and admired his work.
It looked good.
The ten sprigs of mistletoe might have been overkill. But any excuse for
him to kiss Jane was a good excuse in his book. He heard Jane’s key in the lock
and nervous jitters skittered through his gut.
All the lights were off except for the tree, which illuminated the
entire downstairs. Fighting the urge to race to her and gather her in his arms,
he planted his feet and waited for her reaction.
She stepped inside and stomped her feet on the rug by the front door. As
her head rose, she gasped. Then she sighed. Her hand moved to her mouth.
Grayson wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Unable to stay
away a moment longer, he took a tentative step toward her then paused until her
gaze finally made it around to him. His hands were buried deep in his pockets.
“Do you like it?”
Her voice wobbled a bit. “I have never seen anything so beautiful.”
Relieved breath rushed from his lungs in a whoosh. “I thought we could
decorate the tree together. Maybe tomorrow morning?”
She turned in a circle taking in the transformation of her home. “Yes,
tomorrow morning,” she said wistfully.
He walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. She leaned back
against him and sighed. He rested his chin on top of her head and just let the
contented feelings swirl around them.
“You’ve been busy,” she said.
“I got your shopping done too.”
“You did,” she nearly squealed and turned in his arms. “Oh, I could kiss
you for that.”
“Nobody’s stopping you.”
Her head tipped back and she moved up on her tiptoes. Her lips were soft
and warm against his cheek. He shouldn’t have been disappointed by the chaste
contact, but being the honest guy he was, he admitted he was hoping for at
least lip to lip.
She must have understood his flash of dissatisfaction because she
laughed softly. Her fingers entwined his and she tugged. “Come on, big boy,
I’ll thank you properly upstairs.”
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Who am I?
I am Morgan Kearns, Emmy-Nominated Journalist turned Bestselling Contemporary Romance Author. I write the Deadlines & Diamonds series, centering on my sensual journalists and uber sexy athletes.
I am an active member of Romance Writers of America with Published Author Network status. I am the Co-Founder of The Dreams Convention. May 27th-31st, 2015. www.TheDreamsConvention.com.
If not glued to my laptop, I can be found with her nose stuck in a book or cheering for my own little athletes. I hang my hat in Northern Arizona with my amazing family and my English Bulldog, Gus.
Merry Christmas
from the Kearns' home to yours!
And may your 2015 be AMAZING!
~Morgan
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