An Alaskan Christmas by Jennifer Snow
Series: Wild River #1
Publication date: September 24th, 2019
Synopsis (according to Goodreads):
In Alaska, it's always a white Christmas--but the sparks flying between two reunited friends could turn it red-hot...
If there's one gift Erika Sheraton does not want for Christmas, it's a vacation. Ordered to take time off, the workaholic surgeon reluctantly trades in her scrubs for a ski suit and heads to Wild River, Alaska. Her friend Cassie owns a tour company that offers adventures to fit every visitor. But nothing compares to the adrenaline rush Erika feels on being reunited with Cassie's brother, Reed Reynolds.
Gone is the buttoned-up girl Reed remembers. His sister's best friend has blossomed into a strong, skilled, confident woman. She's exactly what his search-and-rescue team needs--and everything he didn't know he craved. The gulf between his life in Wild River and her big-city career is wide. But it's no match for a desire powerful enough to melt two stubborn hearts...
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The dog jumped onto the couch and continued to yelp, pawing Erika's shoulder.
"Can you get it away?" she asked, her eyes closed, hands clutched in front of her.
"You allergic?" he asked, approaching and lifting the dog into his arms.
"No. Terrified."
"Don't worry. Diva doesn't eat city folk." He brought the dog to the kitchen and set her down by her food dish.
Erika glared as she removed her coat and scarf. "It's not like we have a certain smell or anything." She kicked off her boots and leaned back against the cushions.
He shrugged as he reached for a blanket from the back of the couch. "I don't know about that," he said. He bent toward her and paused near her ear to sniff. The action was meant as a jerk move to annoy her, but damn, it backfired. The tantalizing sweet scent of honey on her neck was subtle and provocative. He hadn't been close enough to be tempted by it when she'd been in his arms, but now it clouded his senses.
Luckily, she shoved him away before he could do something moronic like lick her.
He tossed the blanket over her quickly and stood. "Okay, so you're all good?"
She nodded, but her gaze was on his midsection. And her unblinking stare was full of unconcealed attraction. The same way she'd checked out his biceps in the bar.
He glanced down to see that his T-shirt had risen slightly on the right side, exposing his stomach.
Obviously his abs were to her liking.
"Erika."
"Huh?" Still staring.
"It's been a while, huh?"
She frowned, finally pulling her gaze back to his. "For what?"
"Since you've had sex."
Her mouth gaped.
"I mean, that's why you're staring at my stomach like I'm a piece of chocolate."
"I was not," she said, but her cheeks flushed. "And I'll have you know, I have plenty of sex... all the time. Men beating down my door for it..." she mumbled.
That he wouldn't doubt, except he knew from Cassie that she was a reclusive workaholic and he was willing to bet the only penises she saw were her naked patients.
"And anyway, even if that was the case, you'd be the last guy I'd want to break my dry spell."
Okay, now he was intrigued. Especially since he'd made no motion to fix his shirt and her eyes were glued to his abs again, betraying her words. He crossed his arms, making sure to flex his biceps for her viewing pleasure, as well. She wasn't going to get him, but all of a sudden, he wanted her to want him.
"Because I don't think you'd be any good."
"Can you get it away?" she asked, her eyes closed, hands clutched in front of her.
"You allergic?" he asked, approaching and lifting the dog into his arms.
"No. Terrified."
"Don't worry. Diva doesn't eat city folk." He brought the dog to the kitchen and set her down by her food dish.
Erika glared as she removed her coat and scarf. "It's not like we have a certain smell or anything." She kicked off her boots and leaned back against the cushions.
He shrugged as he reached for a blanket from the back of the couch. "I don't know about that," he said. He bent toward her and paused near her ear to sniff. The action was meant as a jerk move to annoy her, but damn, it backfired. The tantalizing sweet scent of honey on her neck was subtle and provocative. He hadn't been close enough to be tempted by it when she'd been in his arms, but now it clouded his senses.
Luckily, she shoved him away before he could do something moronic like lick her.
He tossed the blanket over her quickly and stood. "Okay, so you're all good?"
She nodded, but her gaze was on his midsection. And her unblinking stare was full of unconcealed attraction. The same way she'd checked out his biceps in the bar.
He glanced down to see that his T-shirt had risen slightly on the right side, exposing his stomach.
Obviously his abs were to her liking.
"Erika."
"Huh?" Still staring.
"It's been a while, huh?"
She frowned, finally pulling her gaze back to his. "For what?"
"Since you've had sex."
Her mouth gaped.
"I mean, that's why you're staring at my stomach like I'm a piece of chocolate."
"I was not," she said, but her cheeks flushed. "And I'll have you know, I have plenty of sex... all the time. Men beating down my door for it..." she mumbled.
That he wouldn't doubt, except he knew from Cassie that she was a reclusive workaholic and he was willing to bet the only penises she saw were her naked patients.
"And anyway, even if that was the case, you'd be the last guy I'd want to break my dry spell."
Okay, now he was intrigued. Especially since he'd made no motion to fix his shirt and her eyes were glued to his abs again, betraying her words. He crossed his arms, making sure to flex his biceps for her viewing pleasure, as well. She wasn't going to get him, but all of a sudden, he wanted her to want him.
"Because I don't think you'd be any good."
Praise for "An Alaskan Christmas"
"An Alaskan Christmas is heartwarming, romantic, and utterly enjoyable." -- New York Times bestselling author Melissa Foster
"Prepare to have your heartstrings tugged! Pure Christmas delight." -- New York Times bestselling author Lori Wilde
"Readers will enjoy the mix of sexy love scenes, tense missions, and amiable banter. This entertaining introduction to Wild River will encourage fans of small-town contemporaries to follow the series." -- Publishers Weekly
"An exciting contemporary series debut with a wildly unique Alaskan setting." -- Kirkus
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About the Author:
Jennifer Snow lives in Edmonton, Alberta with her husband and four year old son. She is a member of the RWA, the Alberta Writers Guild, Canadian Authors Association and SheWrites.org. Her first Brookhollow book was a finalist in the Heart of Denver Aspen Gold contest and the Golden Quill Award. More information can be found on her website.
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