Star Whitefeather is a dedicated social worker who spends her days investigating alleged child abuse calls. But her nights she gives over to dreams of one handsome deputy sheriff, Justice Knight. Tall, blond and sexy as hell, he's the stuff dreams are made of -- hers, specifically.
But for Christmas, she has one fervent wish -- to not be alone. And in case Santa or an angel is listening...she'd prefer to be "not alone" with Justice Knight. If he comes naked, wearing nothing but a big red bow, then all the better.
Driving home in a blizzard after a call Christmas Eve, Star remembers nothing after hitting her head in a car accident, until she wakes up naked in Justice's arms the next morning, unable to remember just how she got there.
But for now, all she can think is one thing...let it snow, let it snow, let it snow...
There are no customer reviews available at this time. Would you like to write a review?
Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
Number of Print Pages*
Adobe DRM EPUB
* Number of eBook pages may differ. Click here for more information.
Excerpt from Twas the Knight Before Christmas by J. C. Wilder
Justice looked at Maddie. "Just what kind of woman passes out on the floor after muttering that kind of a greeting?"
The dog's head cocked while her stub of a tail wiggled madly.
"Aw, forget it."
Getting to his feet, he hurried into the living room. Gathering his sleeping bags and a queen-sized inflatable mattress from the front closet, he created a pallet on the floor before the fireplace. Ducking into the bathroom, he grabbed the first aid kit and placed it with the sleeping bags.
In the kitchen, Maddie still sat by Star and neither had moved an inch. After removing her serviceable black coat and gloves, he rechecked her pulse. Even though her breathing and pulse were even, he was concerned about her low body temperature and unnatural pallor. As a Native American, she'd been blessed with the high cheekbones and coloring of her people. Now, her skin held an unhealthy gray pallor and her lips were tinged with blue.
After stripping her feet of the ugly shoes and damp socks, he carried her into the living room to lie on the pallet. Making quick work of removing her hat, he examined the wound on her head. It was superficial though it had bled quite a bit, not unusual for that type of injury, and he doubted it would have any lasting effects upon her.
Justice couldn't help but grin when he noticed she was dressed in bulky clothing. Caroline might say Star was a fashion victim but he found her clothing modest and in his estimation, refreshing.
Underneath her cardigan she wore a plain white cotton shirt. Should he remove it? Even as that thought crossed his mind she began to shiver. Her movements were slow at first then began to increase in intensity.
Reaching for her belt, he loosened it then removed her trousers to reveal a shapely pair of legs and the tiniest pair of white holiday panties he'd ever seen. Even as he stared into the round, smiling face of Santa, his groin hardened.
Santa was one lucky man.
"Pervert," he muttered. "Getting a hard-on at the first sight of an unconscious woman's legs. I've arrested people for less than that."
He draped her lower body with a thick blanket then reached for her shirt. After unbuttoning her shirt he opened it to reveal a surprisingly sexy bra. Then again, after the panty surprise he shouldn't have been too surprised about her choice in undergarments. Lacy half cups barely contained her full breasts and her nipples were hard as pearls. His cock lunged for his zipper and he groaned. Damn, he was going to be deformed after this adventure.
Barely managing to avert his gaze, her bra was dispatched with military efficiency. Before he could avert his gaze and cover her with the blanket, he bit his tongue when he caught a glimpse of her large dusky nipples and areolas. His mouth went bone-dry and he snatched up the blanket to cover his guest.
Star was shivering uncontrollably so he took the afghan from the couch and spread that over her as well. Her teeth chattered and her eyes opened slightly.
"I hear ya, baby," he soothed. "You'll warm up soon."
"Hold me," she whispered, her eyes already sliding shut once more. "I don't want to die alone."
"Star, you're not dying."
He cupped her cheek, alarmed to feel the chill hadn't abated one bit since they'd come into the house. The fastest way to warm her was to climb in with her and his body heat would serve as a human heating blanket. He rose to remove his clothes, gritting his teeth when he eased the zipper over his burgeoning erection. Dropping his pants, he removed his socks and, at the last minute, opted to leave his boxers as they were. He'd hardly touched her and already he was as hard as a baton. The last thing he needed was the ultimate indignity of disgracing himself with her.
Easing in beside her, he gathered her cold body to his. Wincing when her chilly flesh met his, he wrapped himself around her as best he could. She was still shivering but his body was only aware of one thing--her soft, plush curves.
Easing onto his back, he kept her close beside him as he began to run his hands over those feminine curves to stimulate circulation. Staring up at the beamed ceiling, Justice began reciting World Series scores in an attempt to derail his raging erection.
"1926 World Series, Cardinals versus the Yankees. In the seventh game the St. Louis Cardinals won by one run and it was in this game that Babe Ruth was walked a record-setting four times."
By the time he finished reciting the statistics his jaw ached and he was sweating. Running his hands over her side, he lightly skimmed her full breasts before coming to rest on her shoulders.
"In the 1942 World Series it was Cardinals versus the Yankees again. This time it only took five games for the Cardinals to win it all--"
She stirred and he bit back a groan when a silky sigh escaped her. Every hair on his body was standing alert and his cock began to throb.