When Hannah goes to the wedding as someone’s date, she doesn’t expect to
leave with the groom.
Excerpt:
As Steve sped off,
his tires sent up a tidal wave of water that drenched the hem of the long cape.
Hannah sighed. Her shoes were soaked, her feet were wet, and now she’d have to
have the cloak dry-cleaned before giving it back to Judy. How much would it cost
to get something this big cleaned she wondered, kidding herself that she might
have to take out a bank loan.
She walked toward
the church, her eyes on the ground in front of her, hoping to avoid getting any
wetter than she was. As she always did in an uncomfortable situation, she
invented a drama to suit her circumstances. She imagined herself as an
important ambassador to a royal event, the last to arrive. Her cape billowed
around her, adding to her sense of drama and being from a faraway place. The
drumming of the rain, car tires sloshing along the swamped street, and music
pouring from a nearby club churned into a deafening thunder. A noble emissary
like her wouldn’t be so easily deterred from her mission.
As she reached the
outside the church, head bent, she didn’t notice that the canopy over the
stairs was sagging with collected water. Nor did she hear a groomsman yell for
everyone to stand back as he pushed a wide-mouthed broom into the sagging
trough of the canopy.
At the exact
moment that the water from the swollen belly of the canopy flooded over the
side, Hannah stepped under the deluge. The force of it swept her hood off,
soaked her hair and face, and drenched her from the inside out.
In seconds, her
two-hundred-dollar hair style collapsed around her shoulders. Under the vintage
dress, the sexy lingerie she’d put on in case she got lucky was now pasted to
her skin by icy autumn rainwater, muddy from the dust that had been clinging to
the canopy. Her feet swam in her shoes. Every ounce of resolve that she’d made
to pass the evening with grace and finesse disappeared with the soaking.
The usher, a tall
man who resembled a younger Dr. Descôteaux, looked at her in open-mouthed
horror. A gasp rose over the crowd who’d heard the warning and moved out of
harm’s way.
Hannah stood,
gazing into the far distance. “Fuck,” she said quietly and with little emotion,
as though what had happened had been inevitable. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Blurb:
Hannah Hansen is
only hoping for one thing this Christmas: someone to share her life. She’s not
asking for the hottest male model, but please Santa, could he be a little bit
alpha? Sensitive new age guys make great friends, but men who are decisive and
slightly bossy make her tingle all over.
Then handsome,
rich Steve Shewchuk invites her to be his last-minute, plus one at a wedding.
Hannah’s hopes soar as Steve’s definitely the dominant type. But before their
date is off the ground, Hannah realizes she has made a mistake. Steve’s veneer
of an appealing alpha personality hides his thoughtless self absorption. In
response to a call from the distressed bride-to-be, he drops Hannah a block
from the church, forcing her to walk through a driving rainstorm alone.
Hannah arrives at
the church, soaked to the skin, with her expensive hairdo ruined. She realizes
her hopes for a future with Steve have washed down the drain along with her
mascara. When the groom, charming
Charles Descôteaux helps her in her moment of distress, there is an instant,
electrical connection between them.
Could Charles be
the assertive man she’s been hoping for? When Charles needs her help, will she
be brave enough to rally to his side?
This book is
offered free as a thank you to everyone who reads my books. Happy holidays
however you spend them.
Disclaimer: Holiday Hope is intended
for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women,
power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are
fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this
book.
Don’t miss any
of Libby Campbell’s great books:
The Lighthouses
of Devmaer
Bound to the Admiral,
book 1
Time Travel:
Holiday stories (novellas)
Contemporary Romance:
About the Author:
My romance novels
feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic
by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power
exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth,
I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I
overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to
my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne
Football Club.
Then family called
and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s
West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and
rumrunners.
My passions are
reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an
occasional night of dancing.
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Hi Kathryn and Libby. Love the sound of this. Oh dearShauna poor Hannah, though I suspect turning up at wedding soaked is going to be a good thing for her :)
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Merry Christmas, Kathryn & Roz. I hope people have as much fun reading this story as I had writing it. Libby x
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