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. “, "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.
