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Excerpt
This scene takes place after the
events in French Kissed…
I woke
late, the Paris sun shining through my bedroom window. I reached across the
bed and found cool silk rather than Max’s warm body. I leaned over, glancing
at the alarm clock, wincing slightly at the time. In my defense, he’d wanted
to ring in Christmas last night in his own unique fashion, and I’d been more
than happy to do my part. I figured I’d earned a lazy morning in bed…I just
wished I had someone to keep me company.
I
threw on the cashmere robe at the foot of my bed, tying it tightly around my
waist, and went off in search of my man. I reached the hallway and ran into
Maggie.
She
grinned. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry
Christmas,” I repeated, figuring I was going to have to start learning the
American way of things.
Her
eyes twinkled with mischief. “I guess I don’t need to ask if you had a good
night last night.”
I
could actually feel my cheeks flaming. It wasn’t lost on me that I could
be…loud.
I
groaned. “Tell me you guys didn’t hear me having sex.”
“We
didn’t hear you having sex.” She grinned. “But if we did, then I just have to say, well-done,
Max.”
I
fought to keep the smile off my face. She didn’t know the half of it. We’d
been apart for weeks and he’d taken our reunion very seriously.
“Although,
Samir might have mentioned something about wanting to pour bleach in his
ears.”
I
made a face at that. I didn’t blame
him. If the roles had been reversed, I would have died if I’d heard my cousin
having sex.
“Where
is Samir?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“I
don’t know. I, uh, slept in, too.”
I
stifled a snort. I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one ringing in Christmas
between the sheets.
We
walked down the long, marble hallway, headed toward the formal rooms. We
froze at the sound in the entryway, voices reaching us.
Max
and Samir stood in front of the giant Christmas tree Maggie had convinced us
to put up, their arms full of wrapped presents with giant bows. Some of the
presents were beautiful—elegant paper that definitely looked professionally
packaged, with easily recognizable paper in familiar store colors. Other
presents had wrinkled edges, pockets of wrapping bunched at the sides, images
of snowmen and candy canes on the paper.
The
sight of presents Max had so obviously wrapped brought a lump to my throat.
I
couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a family Christmas. Usually my
parents just deposited some money in my account and called it my Christmas
gift. But Max had clearly gone out—gone shopping—and
then tried to wrap them himself.
I
loved him. So much.
“Did
you remember to put the tags from Santa on some of the gifts?” Max asked.
Samir
made a noise and muttered something in Arabic under his breath.
Maggie
grinned.
“No.”
Max
glared at him. “You need to do some gifts from Santa. It’s tradition.”
Samir
looked like he was about to lose his patience. I had no clue how long they’d
been up arranging gifts under the tree, just that it definitely hadn’t looked
like this when we went to bed last night.
More
Arabic from Samir.
My
cousin had mellowed a lot since he and Maggie had gotten together, but he was
a whole other beast from Max, but he didn’t do Christmas with his family, and
the image of him celebrating a holiday he clearly knew nothing about was
hilarious. He looked frustrated, and yet, by the impressive display of gifts
that looked like they were for Maggie, I figured he’d tried his best.
“How
about the hot cocoa?” Max asked, his tone sounding equally frustrated. “Is it
ready?”
I
snickered. Samir really looked like
he was ready to lose it. We’d both grown up with chefs. I’d bet my favorite
Birkin bag that he’d never made cocoa in his life.
I
figured we had thirty seconds before they noticed us standing there watching
them because Maggie looked about ready to burst out laughing.
“It’s
ready,” Samir grumbled. “And the cookies for Santa are on a tray.”
And
just like that, Maggie’s eyes went from laughter to complete and total
adoration.
Yep.
There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her happy. Even if it meant giving
her a traditional American Christmas when she was spending her holiday away
from her family, with her half French, half Lebanese boyfriend who had never
celebrated Christmas like this in his life, her best friend—and I’d totally
own that up until Christmas Eve last night when Max had surprised me and
given me the best present ever, I’d never been a big fan of the holidays—and
her boyfriend’s best friend who seemed determined to single-handedly bring
Christmas cheer to us all.
And
then the boys turned, and their gazes landed on us, and I watched as the two
most important guys in my life gifted us with smiles that brought a lump to
my throat.
Yep.
I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
We
went into their arms, Samir’s gaze on Maggie, Max’s arms around me, and
everything else fell away.
We
spent the morning laughing, drinking cocoa and eating cookies, opening gift
after gift, and when it was all said and done, and we all collapsed on the
sofas, surrounded by crumpled wrapping paper and discarded bows, my gaze
connected with Maggie’s across the room, and we both smiled and I knew—
Love was the greatest gift of all.
On the surface,
Fleur Marceaux has it all. If only the facade matched reality. With one year
left at the International School in London, Fleur’s struggling to graduate,
her love life is a mess, and she can’t stop thinking about Max, her
ex-boyfriend’s best friend. But all that pales compared to the blackmailer
determined to destroy her.
There’s a social
hierarchy at the International School and Max Tucker is outside the velvet
ropes. After watching Fleur break his friend’s heart, Max knows to stay away
from trouble, despite the crush he’s had on her since freshman year. But when
they’re partnered on a project, Max learns there’s more to Fleur than meets
the eye, and she just might be worth the wild ride.
The more time
they spend together, the further Max falls. And when a kiss awakens a passion
Fleur never imagined, she’s unable to resist Max, who she had thought was all
wrong for her but might be the only thing that’s right. But will he stand by
her when her secrets are revealed?
Don’t miss the
final book in the International School series. This New Adult romance is
recommended for readers 17 and up.
BOOK LINKS
Goodreads link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22858376-french-kissed
FRENCH KISSED (International School
Book #3)
Amazon:
http://amzn.to/ZH8BeL
Barnes
& Noble: http://bit.ly/1vlkljJ
iBooks:
http://bit.ly/1x2UaLu
I SEE LONDON
(International School Book #1)
Amazon:
http://amzn.to/MpM27V
Barnes
& Noble: http://bit.ly/1ibPGgh
iBooks:
http://bit.ly/1ewcogY
LONDON FALLING
(International School Book #2):
Amazon:
http://amzn.to/1n6rvo2
Barnes
& Noble: http://bit.ly/VxbiOd
Originally
a Florida girl, CHANEL CLEETON moved to London where she received a
bachelor’s degree from Richmond, The American International University in
London and a master’s degree from the London School of Economics and
Political Science. Chanel fell in love with London and planned to stay there
forever, until fate intervened on a Caribbean cruise and a fighter pilot with
smooth dance moves swept her off her feet. Now, a happily ever after later,
Chanel is living her next adventure in Asia.
Law
school made Chanel realize she’d rather spend her days writing sexy stories
than in a courtroom, and she hasn’t looked back since. An avid reader and
hopeless romantic, she’s happiest curled up with a book. She has a weakness
for handbags, her three pups, and her fighter pilot husband.
She
is the author of I SEE LONDON and LONDON FALLING, published by Harlequin HQN,
the upcoming FRENCH KISSED, and FLIRTING WITH SCANDAL, the first book in a
new three-book series to be released by Penguin/Berkley in 2015.
AUTHOR LINKS
Website: www.chanelcleeton.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorchanelcleeton
Twitter: www.twitter.com/chanelcleeton
Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/chanelcleeton
Newsletter: www.chanelcleeton.com/mailing-list/
NEW ADULT CHRISTMAS GIVEAWAY
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Friday, December 19, 2014
New Adult Christmas Blog Hop, Excerpt & Giveaways with Chanel Cleeton!!!
Friday, December 12, 2014
New Adult Christmas Blog Hop & Giveaway with Stina Lindenblatt!!!
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Title: Let Me Know
Author: Stina Lindenblatt Publisher/Publication Date: Carina Press, September 1, 2014 BLURB
This shouldn't be happening
again…
Amber Scott thought her screaming nightmares would end now that
her stalker is locked up and awaiting trial. But they return when her
slam-dunk case starts to fall apart. Explicit letters she allegedly wrote
surface, suggesting she was the mastermind behind her assault, a willing
victim.
Amber only feels safe in the arms of her boyfriend Marcus, the
one person she can lean on. Until damning evidence from Marcus's past
collides with the case and the media circus drags them both down. To protect
Amber's reputation, Marcus has only one option: end their relationship. He
won't risk further damage to her case, even if it means breaking her heart.
Amber has to find the strength to step into the spotlight and
bring awareness to victims' rights before she's convicted in the court of
public opinion. And she's really not sure what's worse—that her kidnapper
could walk free, or that the seemingly endless attention and speculation will
drive Marcus away permanently…
See how it all began for
Amber and Marcus in Tell
Me When.
BOOK
LINKS
EXCERPT
Amber
We lie here for a few minutes, a
tangle of limbs, both lost in each other, not wanting to move anytime soon.
And we don’t have to. Mom won’t be up for another four hours. I just have to
make sure I’m in my room before then.
“Tell me about your Christmases,”
Marcus says. “What were they like?”
I smile softly, caught up in the
memories. “Wonderful. My brother and I would sneak down early and check out
the presents Santa left us. Emma and Trent used to come over after lunch and
we’d hang out. Then my grandparents would come over for dinner and Michael
and I would stay up late.” As hard as I try, I can’t keep the sadness out of
my voice. My grandfather died several years ago, so I’m used to his not being
around for Christmas. It’s Michael and Trent’s absence that is new and fills
me with an unwelcome heaviness. If Marcus weren’t here, I have no idea how I
would survive.
I snuggle closer to him and smile.
Even though we were forced to be quieter than usual, the sex was amazingly
hot. Hot enough to say what happened between us is now one of my favorite
Christmas morning memories.
“Tell me about you and Ryan. What
were your Christmases like?” I stroke the side of his face. This isn’t just
my first Christmas without Michael. It’s Marcus’s first Christmas without his
brother. It’s why I wanted him to be here with me during the holidays. No one
should be alone today when they’re filled with this much pain. And although
Marcus pretends to be stoic when it comes to Ryan, I’ve noticed in the past
week he, too, is experiencing the same heaviness.
He smiles, the emotion behind it
filled with neither happiness nor sadness. It’s more an act of comfort, for
him, for me, because what he has to tell me won’t be something out of It’s
a Wonderful Life.
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