A Chance with a Mountain Man
Winter has never been hotter...
Stressed-out, overworked wedding planner Darlie McBride spends more time on her brides than on herself. When her friend convinces her to vacation at a cabin in the Smoky Mountains, she finds an unexpected feature. Sexy mountain man Chance Duran offers to make her mountain memories unforgettable, and Darlie is more than ready to get naughty. Things get hot enough to melt winter and stay that way.
I fell back against the cabinets, taking in the large stranger exiting the box in the middle of my rented kitchen practically in the middle of nowhere. He was tanned and his skin appeared slick—like a hair had never been allowed to pop out on his body. His blond hair that curled around his short blond beard was just a little too long, and highlighted so prettily that it'd had to cost several times more what I spent on mine. And the bulge in the tight, shiny red shorts he wore was very, very large.
Instinctively, my hand went to the only weapon nearby, the unopened wine bottle. I gripped the bottle neck, yanked it off the counter, and swung.
The moment it was flying through the air, the full picture of his outfit finally hit me: a tight-fitting, man-slut type of Santa costume, like something a slutty Mrs. Claus would wear, only resembling a Santa suit. It even had black buttons running up his chest—a chest with muscles that sculpted the silk so he looked like a Super Santa or Santa the Hulk.
I had the fleeting thought that I was about to be put on the Naughty List.