Christmas Delights by Heather Hiestand
The sweetest gift is the hardest to unwrap. . .
Lady Victoria Allen-Hill never dreamed she’d be a widow at twenty-one–let alone a virgin. Her father insists that she attend a matchmaking house party in the snow-covered seaside town of Pevensey in hopes she’ll find a suitable husband. But for Victoria, it’s an opportunity to indulge in a passionate affair–and the handsome inventor she meets at the Christmas Eve masquerade ball may be just the man for the job. . .
Lewis Noble is the cousin of London’s famed Redcake sisters, so it almost stands to reason that he’s just as irresistible as one of their sugar-iced pastries. Lewis catches the eye of every woman at the party–but Victoria is the only one who catches his. He won’t be tied down in her father’s business, but watching other men court her amid a flurry of engagements ignites a jealousy he’s never felt before. A dose of honesty may be just the thing to mend their broken hearts–for many holidays to come. . .
A spicy excerpt:
Victoria bent over his hand and blew, her cupid’s lips pursing even more into a little bow.
Lewis couldn’t help himself; he was enchanted. And aroused. He hadn’t thought to find a beautiful young widow here to hold his interest. Surely she’d been widowed too recently to be on the prowl for another husband, and anyway, she’d be looking for a title, not for the likes of him.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” he asked.
She looked up at him through thick lashes that matched her hair perfectly. They owed nothing to her maid’s art. “I wanted to thank you for seeing to our comfort this afternoon on the drive here.”
“On the contrary, you saw to ours, picking us up on the road as you did.”
She smiled. “Then you agree I saw to your comfort earlier?”
“Why, yes,” he said, not sure what she was getting at.
“Then I ask you to see to mine.” She blinked slowly.
“Excuse me?” he said, unsure of her meaning.
She slid the fingers that were holding his hand up his arm, underneath the silk of his dressing gown until she reached his biceps. Squeezing, she sighed, a breathy little moan. “See to my comfort, Lewis. I can call you Lewis, can’t I? In the privacy of night?”
“My lady, the door isn’t even locked.”
Her eyes glittering, she tugged him back, until her back was again against the door. With her free hand, she took his and guided his fingers to the key.
“One turn of the lock and I am all yours.”
About the Author Heather Hiestand was born in Illinois, but her family migrated west before she started school. Since then she has claimed Washington State as home, except for a few years in California. She wrote her first story at age seven and went on to major in creative writing at the University of Washington. Her first published fiction was a mystery short story, but since then it has been all about the many flavors of romance. Heather’s first published romance short story was set in the Victorian period, and she continues to return, fascinated by the rapid changes of the nineteenth century. The author of many novels, novellas, and short stories, she has achieved best-seller status at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. With her husband and son, she makes her home in a small town and supposedly works out of her tiny office, though she mostly writes in her easy chair in the living room.