Title:
Holiday Jinx
Author:
Abbey MacInnis
Publisher:
Abbey MacInnis Publishing
Length: 300
pgs
Sub-Genres:
Holiday, Paranormal, Elf
BLURB:
It's the most wonderful time of the
year...unless you're single and lonely.
Jinx--one of Santa's elves--is in trouble with
the Big Guy. She's been charged with bringing holiday happiness to
Christopher Ragan, CEO of Wondrous Toys. It's a big job especially
when he's more attached to the bottom of a bottle than helping his
fellow man.
She's got enough trouble without spilling the
secrets of the North Pole, but then along comes Natalie Burnes, a
newbie CEO of Enchanted Toys and in trouble of a hostile takeover
from Christopher's company. The woman literally crashes Christopher's
vacation plans in a tucked away Michigan cabin---and the sparks start
flying.
As if Jinx's job of matchmaking the toy makers
isn't hard enough, she's got to stay one step ahead of the North Pole
patrol and keep out of sight of the humans. No way is she gonna screw
up and lose her magic again. If the humans can't find happiness and
love by Christmas, Jinx forfeits her chance of seeing her true love
too. What's an elf to do?
EXCERPT:
This excerpt is from the beginning of Chapter
Two.
Run. Get out of
here. Adrenaline pumped through
Natalie’s system, but fear kept her riveted in place. Light from
the bedroom spilled into the hallway and gleamed off broad, bronze
shoulders and muscular thighs. The man stood about six foot three.
From her vantage point, she noted his tight glutes and ripped biceps,
an obvious indication he didn’t neglect his physical health.
Natalie scrambled to find the courage to drag
her gaze from his naked torso, up his wide chest, and farther still
to his face that appeared like textured marble in the artificial
light. She deduced he meant her no harm when he stumbled back against
the bathroom doorway, his hands covering his ears.
If he were some crazy person, he’d already
be after me. What
kind of robber would go around in the middle of a blizzard naked
anyway?
Her fright dissipated as she glimpsed his taut
jaw set at a stubborn angle. He remained still with his shoulders
back and legs spread. He crossed his arms and stared her down, his
expression pinched.
A hot, annoyed, naked guy was the last thing she
expected to encounter in her cabin. She didn’t know who was more
caught off guard. “What the hell are you doing here?” she
demanded, taking another step back.
A faint niggling of recognition stirred her
brain cells. I can’t be right. Fate can’t so readily be handing
me who I’m wanting to see, and in such a nicely presented package.
He pushed his wavy blond hair from his furrowed
brow and regarded her from deep, intense blue eyes. “God, am I
still dreaming? I thought I was rid of you.”
Dazed, she shook her head. This time, she was
wrong. Fate had decided to help her out. This naked hottie was indeed
Christopher Reagan. And what was he talking about? He was the
intruder. “Um… No, I just got here.” That sounded like an
apology. She hardened her voice. “Why are you in my cabin?”
“He’s been waiting for you,” whispered
that same voice she’d heard on the porch. This pulled Natalie’s
attention from the naked guy. He wasn’t the one who had spoken. To
be sure there wasn’t anyone else in the room, she scanned every
corner. To her consternation, she found nothing.
I must be going crazy. Or the resident ghost
in this place is more active than I’d like.
“Did you just hear something? A voice maybe?”
she asked.
He hesitated for a moment, blinking as he gaped
at her. “Hear what? You screamed loud enough to burst an eardrum.
That’s all I heard.”
Maybe I’m more tired than I think. Hearing
voices. Seeing naked men. Is this naked man real?
At least he looked real, standing there in the flesh. The very sexy
flesh. She struggled not to openly ogle him. He showed no such
restraint as he perused her from her tangled, damp hair to her frozen
toes, warming her blood.
She turned away from that burning stare. Her
heart rate slowed, but her anger rose as she saw the bottles and
glasses on the floor and recognized that Reagan, the intruder, had
apparently been making full use of her cabin.
She flattened her lips into a hard snarl. “Who
do you think you are? This is my cabin. With this mess,” she swept
her arms wide, gesturing to the bottles, “you act like you own the
place.”
He tilted his head in that arrogant way that
sent familiarity slamming through her. She’d seen that look before
and hated it now as she had then. “I do own this place. Rather, my
family does. I’m Christopher Reagan, and this is my uncle’s
cabin.”
She
had yet to observe a look of acknowledgement in his eyes, though
she’d rather pretend she hadn’t recognized Reagan at all. She’d
traveled all this way to see him, but not unclothed and in her cabin.
There was only so much of the man she could handle.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Abbey MacInnis is a
published author of Contemporary Western romance. Along with
Contemporary, she writes Historical, Paranormal and erotic romance.
Whether she’s being swept off her feet by a Medieval knight,
regency rake, or cowboy or cop, her heroes are always strong men
who’ll love their women unconditionally.
On most days, Abbey
can be found at her computer, penning her latest tale. A tale where
love, respect, and passion combine to create a satisfying and happy
ending. Guaranteed. She invites you to step in to the pages of her
romances, to leave your worries behind and get swept up in her world.
W/AAbbey MacInnis
Independent women meet their match with heroes who need
a good woman
@abbeymacinnis
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