The Christmas Boyfriend
So, confession time. This is one of those books I cracked out in a weekend. Some stories are like that. I just get a bug up my butt and nothing will do but to sit down and write a book beginning to end. This one was fueled by coffee and Peanut Butter M&Ms, which are honestly mana from heaven.
This story stole my heart, and I think it will do the same for you. Below is an excerpt from the book. It's currently enrolled in Kindle Unlimited, so if you subscribe you can read it for free. And if you don't subscribe, check it out here. For $10.00 a month you can read all you want. For the moment, all of my books are enrolled, so you'd actually be saving yourself a crap-ton of money, even if you only signed up for one month and binged out on my entire catalog. Just sayin...
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“You look nervous,” he said.
“You have no idea,” I admitted. “My family can be a little…overbearing. I mean, they’re great, don’t get me wrong. They can just be a little much to take.”
“Well, best to yank the bandage off, yes?” He opened his door, and cold wind whipped through the cabin.
I slung my purse on my shoulder and led the way to the front door that opened before I stepped onto the porch.
“Get in here,” my mom called, ushering us inside before shutting the door behind us. “Honey, where are your bags?”
“They’re still in the car,” I said, accepting a hug. “We’ll get them later.”
“Ah, the infamous we,” my mom said, looking my rescuer up and down.
“Right. Mom, this is…” Shit. I stared at him blankly. How the hell had I forgotten his name already? Chad? Was it Chad?
“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he said, reaching out to shake my mom’s hand. “I’m Chet Wilson.”
“Lovely to meet you, Chet. I’m Liz. Oh!” She turned as my dad walked into the hall. “And this is my husband, Brian.”
“Pleased to meet you, sir,” Chet said, taking my dad’s outstretched hand. “I hope I’m not imposing.”
“Not at all,” my dad said gruffly before turning and pulling me into a hug. “Any friend of Mel’s is welcome here. Take off your coats and come on in.”
My parents walked back toward the kitchen, and Chet and I kicked off our boots and hung our coats in the closet.
“You forgot my name,” he whispered.
“Sorry,” I said. “It’s been a long day.”
He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. In full light, he was so incredibly handsome it was almost painful. There was no way my family would ever believe I was dating this guy. He looked like a model or something. It was probably better that Chet didn’t want to go along with the ruse I’d concocted. If I couldn’t even remember his name, I’d never be able to act like his girlfriend.
I led Chet toward the kitchen but stopped so quickly in the doorway Chet actually bumped into me. His hands went to my waist to steady us, and I felt a weird tickle a little too low for comfort. But it was quickly replaced by anger at the sight in front of me.