Hoping to get back in Santa's good graces, Sparkle the elf takes on a difficult assignment--arrange a merry Christmas for photojournalist Jenna Woodward. Jenna has just lost her parents, her job, and her cheating "fianc?".
Rancher Mitch Sterling doesn't want his face on a book, but he does want Jenna back in his life. He offers a deal--he'll sign off, if she agrees to be at his mercy for one day. Jenna left him once because she was afraid of his Dominant lifestyle. Now, with help from a magical snowstorm, Mitch has twenty-four hours of tempestuous passion to convince her that she'll love being his sub.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Whispers of Magic by Cindy Spencer Pape
Mitch steepled his fingers in front of him and held her gaze with his. "I'll make you a deal."
"Deal?" She swallowed hard and her eyes widened even further.
"A deal," he repeated firmly. "I'll sign any damn thing you hand me. In return, you have to do something for me."
She licked her lips. Jenna was no dim blonde. She had to have a good idea of what was coming. She leaned forward and her jacket hung open enough that he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, see that her nipples had hardened into points that pressed against the fabric of her shirt.
Oh, God, she wasn't wearing a bra. His erection throbbed against the fly of his jeans.
"What," she whispered huskily. "What do I have to do?"
He had to swallow hard to get his own voice to work. "You have to do anything I want. For one day. Give me twenty-four hours to show you what it can be like between us. No holds barred. Then I'll sign your release and you can walk away--if you still want to."
He hated the fact that fear crept into those sky-blue eyes, hated knowing he'd put it there. But she had to get past it. He was sure she could. She'd love the things he could do to her in bed. But she had to believe it. He held up both hands, palm out.
"I'll give you a safe word. Anytime you're truly uncomfortable, you can call a halt. And if I think you've really given it an honest chance, I'll sign the damn paper anyway. But you still owe me twenty-four hours. That part's not negotiable. And Jesus, Jenna! Do you really think I'd hurt you?"
She shook her head. "No. But being a sub--it's scary for me, Mitch. I honestly don't know if I can do it."
He cupped her cheek in his palm. "If you can't--then we won't. That simple. But you stay with me for the full day. You don't run away this time. And you damned sure don't run to another man."
She squared her shoulders and gave a brave little nod. "Twenty-four hours. I can do that. As long as I can call my sisters and let them know I'm okay."
"Fair enough." He checked the clock. "I've got to wrap things up out here, so let's say a half hour. Two o'clock today to two o'clock tomorrow. Do we have a deal?"
She smiled and held out her hand to shake. This time he didn't ignore her gesture but clasped her trembling fingers in his own. He knew his whole future might be riding on this handshake and he had to swallow the lump in his throat. All his hopes were pinned on the outcome of this gambit.
"Never let it be said that a Woodward girl welshed on a bet," Jenna said with a twisty grin. "Well, cowboy, you've got twenty-four hours to show me your stuff."