Monday, December 14, 2015

PROMO: Santa's Naughty List by Mina Carter

Blurb:

A Christmas Elf, Mia loves the holiday season, but due to her family moving when her father was a child, she's never been to the North Pole, nor seen a Santa until she joined the PPA. Now she only has eyes for Cole, one of the agency's Claus elves...but she doubts he even knows that she exists. But Cole has noticed Mia, noticed and very much wants to learn more.

If she'd only stop still so he can talk to her, instead of blushing and running off. But the night before Christmas eve brings with it the office christmas party. And this Santa's decided one shy little elf is very much on his naughty list...

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Snippet 1:

“You know she’s a Christmas elf, don’t you?” Cole turned at the sound of his brother, Rhod’s, voice and followed his gaze to the petite woman stood at the buffet table. Instantly, every cell in his body perked up to pay attention. Mia. “She is?” He asked in confusion, without taking his eyes off the tiny woman. She’d joined the agency in the summer, and he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. Tiny and curvy, with masses of dark hair that reminded him of roast chestnuts and caramel eyes that sparkled with mystery, she was temptation personified. 

A temptation he’d have been quick to snap up, except for the fact that she went bright red and ran off every time he tried to talk to her. Shy was not the word. “Well,” he said with a shrug. “That explains some things.” Like the little tug just under his breastbone every time he saw her, and the need to make her smile…to see those sad eyes sparkle with laughter. A Christmas elf without Christmas, without the Pole, was a sad creature. Unlike the Claus elves, who carried Christmas within them, Christmas elves didn’t. They needed regular infusions of the Christmas spirit to make them the happy-go-lucky creatures that nature had intended them to be. The Christmas in him felt her sadness, sensed the void within her, and needed to fill it. But it didn’t explain other things. 

Like the need to wrap his arms around her, or the need to find out if those plump, bee-stung lips tasted as good as they looked. It certainly didn’t explain the red mist that wanted to descend every time she smiled at another man. Those were down to good old primal instinct, and the fact he thought she was as sexy as hell. He tracked her with his eyes as she moved around the room. Small groups of people parted to welcome her, and Cole had to grit his teeth as Darrick, one of the pixie operatives, casually looped an arm around her shoulders. He could tell from the set of her body she wasn’t comfortable with the casual touching. “If you want her,” Rhod bumped Cole’s shoulder with his own. “You better make a move before Darrick does.”


 

 

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About Mina:

Farthing of Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is not considered a suitable occupation these days. So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all... (But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.) The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before they drive her mad. She's addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.  


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