Blurb from the author ~
Amy Easton is hell-bent on making this Thanksgiving holiday perfect for Dad, and herself. But when she arrives at Martha’s house, she quickly realizes she is in way over her head. She has no idea how to run a holiday, especially one in someone else’s home. What will Dad’s new girlfriend think when Amy screws it all up?
Publisher: Loose Id
Mason Rider is blindsided by the woman in the grocery store headed for the last can of cranberry sauce. He lets her charm him right out of it and leaves with a non-committal maybe that she’ll call him next week. He should be more focused on helping mom through her first post-divorce Thanksgiving, but he can’t help but lust after the Kindergarten teacher with a hard edge.
When he comes home to find the sexy cranberry-stealing blonde and her father in Mom’s house, his holiday hook up plans burn to cinders. Will he be able to resist Amy’s temper and spontaneous nature, or will his desire force him to break a promise he made to his mother?
Genre: Romance
Format: ebook
Release date: December 18, 2013
Buying Links: Barnes & Noble Loose ID Amazon
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About the Author:
Rachell Nichole is saucy mama who writes Sizzling Romantic
Entanglements. She is the author of "An Affair Across Times Square", "Spicy with a
Side of Cranberry Sauce", and "A Marietta Wedding". Rachell lives in New York with
a mountain of books, a loving family, and an evil cat named Godiva that she
adores.
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Excerpt
Where the hell was the cranberry sauce?
Amy Easton turned down the aisle of baking goods, searching
for the last item Martha needed her to get. She had to find the damned can.
This holiday would be perfect if it fucking killed her. The chain on her boots
jangled as she hunted. The gallon of milk and box of stick butter froze her
hands, but they’d been out of carts and Martha needed them both for first thing
in the morning.
She dodged an older lady pushing a heavy cart as she
careened around the corner at the end of the aisle. She still didn’t spot the
display. The stock boy had told her it was on aisle six, and here she stood at
the end of aisle six, empty handed. Sighing, Amy turned and headed up the aisle
again, her eyes roving left and right. She forced herself to slow down, fearing
she’d miss the display.
Martha had said the same thing earlier that evening when
she’d sent Amy to the store. The woman was a Domestic Goddess. The way Mom used
to be, the way Amy would never be. So when Martha had panicked after being
unable to get in touch with her son on his way from the airport, Amy had
volunteered to go get it. She’d be useless in the kitchen tomorrow, so it was
the least she could do. Besides, it got her out of the house and away from the
smooching her dad and Martha kept doing when they thought she wasn’t looking.
It was sweet, really. And Amy couldn’t be happier with the
way Dad was slowly coming back to life under Martha’s tutelage, but she could
do without seeing her dad making out. She wanted to throw up her hands or punch
something.
Where the hell was that damn can?
There!
She spotted the display across the end of aisle six. One
lonely can of cranberry sauce sat on the shelf, as if it had waited just for
her. She hadn’t thought Martha would be the kind of person to leave the
shopping till the last minute, but apparently a few things had slipped her mind
this year. With Amy and her dad down visiting, she wouldn’t be surprised if
Martha had been a little worried about how things would go.
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