A lovely reader named Sue emailed the other day and asked (I repeat with her permission): “You’ve talked about HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO being a Hawaii book, but isn’t KISSING SANTA CLAUS one too?”
This, Sue, would be an example of an author sucking at self-promo. Let me try this again:
My novella in the KISSING SANTA CLAUS antho is called It’s Hotter At Christmas. It’s the story of Ted Greene, the policeman from YOUR MOUTH DRIVES ME CRAZY and IT’S HOTTER IN HAWAII. He’s sitting in Kauai, minding his own business and waiting for Christmas to arrive, when a tourist drops in his path…over and over again. Her name is Marissa and she’s having trouble while on Kauai on business. A run-in with a TSA official. A stolen purse. Ted can’t figure out if she’s crazy or unlucky, but he sure doesn’t mind looking at her.
Excerpt time:
“Officer Greene,” Marissa said in a husky welcome that vibrated right down to his feet.
I thought you were leaving Hawaii today,” Ted said, aiming for the least offensive small talk kicking around his brain.
“Believe me, I tried.”
He slid his thigh on the edge of his sister’s desk. The move brought him even closer to Marissa but still far enough to be able to read her actions and assess her mood. “Your identification paperwork came in?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He couldn’t blame her for the curt response. Last time she tried to leave the state, TSA officials at airport security detained her. The memories couldn’t be good ones. “I take it you never even made it out of the hotel this time.”
“Obviously not.” She rubbed her hands together on her lap. “And I still say that incident yesterday wasn’t my fault.”
Incident. Such a little word for such a big mess. Ted suspected he’d be answering questions and filing out paperwork over Marissa’s first security run-in for months. Sure as hell would take that long for Kane and everyone else at the station to stop laughing over Ted’s attempts to keep Marissa from getting an armed escort to jail.
“You threatened the TSA agent,” Ted pointed out for what felt like the tenth time.
“He wouldn’t let me past security.”
“Because you didn’t have a license or other form of photo identification.”
“It was stolen along with my purse earlier that afternoon.”
She kept missing the point. “True, but-”
“And before you say my attitude was the problem, we both know that guy with the big neck and little brains could have let me through security after a secondary search.” Her face flushed redder with each word. “He chose not to. He decided to be difficult and then acted all surprised when I got ticked off.”
“Probably had something to do with the fact you kicked him.”



































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