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Mistletoe & Hollywood

Jack Eversea and Evan Weston, two of Hollywood’s hottest young actors had their hearts stolen by regular down to earth girls, and we lived and laughed and loved their stories in the Eversea Series and in the Desire Resort Series. But what happened when the books were over?

How did each couple choose to spend their first Christmas? Was it sexy, emotional, stressful or heartwarming?

Perhaps it was everything and more…

My Star, My Love by Natasha Boyd

Opening my eyes, I found Jack staring at me, his eyes dark. Chewing quickly, I swallowed. “What?”

“Nigel?” he raised his voice, his eyes not leaving me.

“Yes, sir?”

“Do you have any music you can put on? I’m about to snog my girl here, and I doubt you want to be listening to us.”

“Jack!” Hot embarrassment pumped blood to my cheeks.

“Blimey.” Nigel chuckled. “You’d think you hadn’t seen each other instead of just arrivin’ together.”

“Er, we haven’t,” Jack said with a smirk, his eyes settling on my lips. “I’ve been in California, and Keri Ann’s been busy at college in Savannah.”

“Ah. Other side of the country is it? Right-o. I’ll put some Coldplay on.”

“You do that. Make it loud.”

I glared at Jack, mortified, but with a sting of anticipation swirling through my lower belly.

“Relax, baby,” he soothed. “Snogging is just slang for kissing.” He leaned forward and moved the box off my lap to the floor before sliding his hand around my head and into my hair. “With tongue,” he added.

Many Times, Many Ways by Kate Roth

“The snow is supposed to get really bad tonight. I was thinking we could run out this afternoon and get any other food you might want to have in the house, maybe pick up a movie…and buy decorations.” The last bit he added quietly—hesitantly—as though he thought he was pushing his luck. I wanted to roll my eyes at him. He knew I was staying. He’d known the minute he saw my face when we pulled in the driveway that I would never tell him to sell the house or go fuck himself for buying it.

“You wanna get a tree?” I asked, craning my head to look up at him.

He moved to my side, still keeping his hands on me. Evan’s brow lifted and his lips bowed slightly. “Yeah. A tree, lights, ornaments, garland. The whole shebang.”

“Don’t forget mistletoe.” I grinned.

His lips crushed against mine the instant my words were out and I moaned at the passionate kiss he gifted me with. His hands took my face gently and when he pulled back, planting another quick peck on my parted mouth, he simply gazed down at me with a smile. “I don’t need mistletoe. I’ll kiss you whenever I want,” he said quietly. He bent in low and pressed his lips to the hollow of my throat then breathed, “Wherever I want.”

A tremble rippled through me and the same butterflies descended into the depths of my soul that had every time he’d ever laid a hand on me. Evan spun the barstool I was on around and carefully started to unbutton my sweater. His kiss trailed from my throat to my collarbone and then as my breathing picked up, I felt his words as warm breath against my breast.

“Let me fuck you in every room of this house.”