An excerpt for 'A Demon for Christmas'

So finally, here's Riley. Yes, that's his name, the hero from my 3 novel. A Demon for Christmas.
He just wants to be left alone, except Trouble, wearing cowboy boots has other ideas... enjoy. 

And guys, please don't forget to suggest a name change for this work in progress...


Riley stood at the curb and eyed the red corvette. Not that he had anything against it, but Saia became a true demon behind those wheels.
“We’ll travel in mine,” he said. Besides, he had no plans on arriving at her home being driven by her.
“You have a car?”
Should he be insulted? He headed for the black Escalade EXT pick-up parked next to hers and tossed her overnight bag, along with his into the back seat.
“Nice wheels,” she murmured. 
He didn't answer. Grasping her around the waist, he ignored the breathy rush of air that escaped her to scrape over his senses, as if he wasn't already responsive to her and dumped her delectable ass on the high seat. His jaw tight, his body hard, Riley strode around to his side. Once he eased the truck into heavy noon traffic, she turned to him. “I guess we should get to know each other? Huh?”
“No.” He kept his attention on the road, despite everything in him demanding he respond. He just wanted a damn distraction, some ear-splitting music that would drown out this awareness that yanked at him like a force field.
“Okay then,” she said.
Surprised she’d given up so easily, he shot her a sharp look. She laughed and angled her body to him. “So, I’ll tell you about myself. I'm far more interesting, anyway.” Her lingering smile told him she was teasing. And that single damn dimple was his undoing. Never, ever sit with her on his right side, he warned himself.
“You’ll meet my family soon. There are five off us.” Her fingers drummed a restless, offbeat tune on the leather seat. “You met the twins last night. There’s Noah, he’s the oldest and my parents. Beside, my dad’s wonderful. You’ll like him... and don't look so nervous, it’s just for the weekend. All will be well.”
“I don't do nervous. And if all is well, then why am I dragged in as the pretend boyfriend?”



  1. Oh-kay, sweetie. Now do tell why he is dragged in like the pretended boyfriend? I need to know. I do, do, do! NOW!;-)


  2. actually, he had no say in it and was bushwhacked into it... wait til you read it, then you'll see why :)