In Holiday in Crimson
Westbrook Department Store’s Christmas party wasn’t that wild–but Santa ended up dead! Window designer Shelby Corbin suddenly finds herself the prime suspect in his murder. CEO Rand McNabb’s romantic attentions both thrill her and frighten her. Is Westbrook’s impossibly sexy co-owner really helping Shelby search for the truth about that fatal night? Or does Rand have a deadlier motive for courting the only possible witness to the crime…
In Nightmare in Crimson
Last holiday, Pippa McNabb’s faithless husband was found murdered in a Santa suit after a Christmas party. Another year, another Christmas party, and another dead Santa – this time, run down by eight tiny reindeer and a sleigh. And this time, Pippa is the prime suspect. Sexy sleigh driver Sky Thornton seems intent on helping her, but is the man who knows too much about her really trying to clear her name, or is he trying to frame her for a murder he committed?
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Length: 500 pages
ISBN: 978-1-62266-371-2
Release Date: November 25, 2013
Imprint: Ignite
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From Holiday in Crimson
He murmured something low and urgent against her mouth, then trailed quick, moist kisses along her jawline to the tip of her chin. Shuddering, she arched her neck for him while splaying her hands through his hair. His lips nuzzled her long throat, his tongue lathed the smooth skin, his teeth bit the soft flesh under her jaw. And then his mouth slipped lower, brushing the valley between her breasts. With a quick intake of breath, Shelby let her eyes slit open.
Through her lashes, blobs of color danced through darkness. Red. Green. Blue. Familiar shimmers.. .gleams of fuzzy brightness. Widening her eyes, she focused on the elongated silver star topping the Christmas tree. The reflected twinkling lights on its gleaming surface reminded her of similar images she’d seen on the door to the inner office the morning after the party…and consequently, they reminded her of why she was in the executive suite now.
So how had she ended up in Rand McNabb’s arms?
Her escalating pulse had nothing to do with the desire that was still fighting to claim her. Horrid images tried to slip past her guard, but she closed her mind to them.
Rand’s head rose, changing her view to softened masculine features and mussed auburn hair. She took a deep breath. His lips loomed closer for another kiss. Panic replaced the more beguiling sensations still zipping through her body. She arched her neck farther in a successful attempt to block him. Determinedly, she placed flat palms against his chest and pushed.
He let go of her immediately, withdrew and stared. His expression changed from passion to surprise to confusion to blankness. Nothing. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She didn’t want to know. Somehow, she’d been lulled into pretending she was in a situation that was, in reality, a fantasy. Rand had forced this evening on her because of Pippa. Because he suspected her…at least of knowing something she wasn’t sharing.
Trying to deny the guilt she felt at deceiving Rand—not that she’d actually lied to him, Shelby told herself—she was relieved to be free of his embrace.
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor has written 95 published novels that have generated more than seven million sales for eight publishers. Her fascination with “dangerous love” has led her to bring a different mix of thrills and chills and romance to each book. ANIMAL INSTINCTS and CRIMSON DUET (2 related holiday novels at a discounted price) are now available at digital retailers.
Through her lashes, blobs of color danced through darkness. Red. Green. Blue. Familiar shimmers.. .gleams of fuzzy brightness. Widening her eyes, she focused on the elongated silver star topping the Christmas tree. The reflected twinkling lights on its gleaming surface reminded her of similar images she’d seen on the door to the inner office the morning after the party…and consequently, they reminded her of why she was in the executive suite now.
So how had she ended up in Rand McNabb’s arms?
Her escalating pulse had nothing to do with the desire that was still fighting to claim her. Horrid images tried to slip past her guard, but she closed her mind to them.
Rand’s head rose, changing her view to softened masculine features and mussed auburn hair. She took a deep breath. His lips loomed closer for another kiss. Panic replaced the more beguiling sensations still zipping through her body. She arched her neck farther in a successful attempt to block him. Determinedly, she placed flat palms against his chest and pushed.
He let go of her immediately, withdrew and stared. His expression changed from passion to surprise to confusion to blankness. Nothing. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking. She didn’t want to know. Somehow, she’d been lulled into pretending she was in a situation that was, in reality, a fantasy. Rand had forced this evening on her because of Pippa. Because he suspected her…at least of knowing something she wasn’t sharing.
Trying to deny the guilt she felt at deceiving Rand—not that she’d actually lied to him, Shelby told herself—she was relieved to be free of his embrace.
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Patricia Rosemoor has written 95 published novels that have generated more than seven million sales for eight publishers. Her fascination with “dangerous love” has led her to bring a different mix of thrills and chills and romance to each book. ANIMAL INSTINCTS and CRIMSON DUET (2 related holiday novels at a discounted price) are now available at digital retailers.
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