Who ever said you can't feel Christmassy in October? Sure you can! Just get yourself a candy cane and a copy of Red Satin Christmas, and you're all set.
By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde
Published By: loveyoudivine
Published: Oct 13, 2011
ISBN # 5075_1074
Regan figures she’s just along for the ride, lending her girlfriend support, until Maisie’s mother surprises her with a special dinner guest. Regan hasn’t spoken to her hard-drinking Cree father in years, and he’s the last person in the world she wants to sit across from at Christmas dinner. Can Regan finally trust the man who’s once again claimed to have changed for good?
Together, Regan and Maisie face drama beyond their wildest imaginings. Will their trials during this eventful family Christmas challenge their bond… or vanquish their limitations?
It was one of those wake-ups where you’re not quite sure where you are
at first, and for a couple seconds you don’t even care because it feels
so good to be alive. And then everything that happened the night before
comes flooding to mind, and the morning takes a sharp turn…
Regan had slept on her side, which put a crimp in her neck, but Maisie
was pressed right up against her back, enfolding her in the world’s
warmest arms. Even if she’d wanted to, she couldn’t have moved. Regan
was right at the edge of Maisie’s little twin mattress.
When the world came into focus, Regan stared straight ahead, at the
lower shelves of the bookshelf in her girlfriend’s childhood bedroom. It
was most definitely a space decorated for a boy—royal blue walls with a
Toronto Maple Leafs border, autographed souvenir baseballs from when
the Jays won the World Series in ’92 and again in ‘93—but Regan tried to
ignore that fact as much as she tried to ignore the erection lodged
firmly between her ass cheeks. Morningwood was something Maisie couldn’t
help, and Regan knew her girl would find it humiliating if called
attention to. Penises were not Maisie’s favourite thing in the world,
and she had especially harsh feelings toward her own. Regan thought
Maisie was the most beautiful woman in the world, penis or no penis, but
of course she’d respect her girl’s wish to downplay the existence of
Maisie shifted, making soft moaning noises in her sleep, her long silky
nightgown rippled against Regan’s naked back. God, it felt good to have a
woman’s soft fabrics against her skin. Regan never wore stuff like that
The winter sun hadn’t yet risen, and Regan couldn’t see a clock
anywhere, but she figured it must be pretty early because she couldn’t
hear anyone wandering around in this house full of people. She had a
faint need to pee, but just couldn’t bring herself to leave a warm bed
and a hot body.
As Maisie carved her own path from sleep to wakefulness, her curvaceous
body stretched and writhed. Regan felt the motion against her back like a
giant caterpillar. And then that wave halted, and she knew Maisie had
swum her way back to consciousness enough to realize her body was
betraying her. For a moment, she was stone, and then her soft arms
retracted from around Regan’s naked form. When Maisie rolled away after a
night in such close proximity, Regan felt it like a stab in the gut.
“Morning, Beautiful,” Regan whispered before she’d even turned to look
at Maisie. Self-fulfilling prophecy—even with a few stray specs of
stubble growing in, Maisie was the prettiest girl Regan had ever known.
Still, Maisie buried her head beneath a pillow and moaned, “Charmer.”
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