Frozen by L.A. Casey
Neala Clarke is a woman of her word, when she gives you it, expect her to deliver. Neala gave her niece Charli her word that she would get her a doll for Christmas. Never mind that there is only one week until Christmas and everywhere that stocked toys is practically sold out. Neala gave her word that she would get that doll for Charli, so she will move mountains to make it happen.
Darcy Hart is a people pleaser, when he is asked last minute for a doll by his adorable six year old nephew Dustin, he of course, says yes. However, Darcy faces a dilemma, the particular doll he needs is sold out everywhere. Darcy makes one last attempt to get the doll at a local toy store, and finds out they have only one left in stock, but he also finds out he is not the only person interested in claiming the doll.
Neala and Darcy go way back, playing in each other’s play pens kind of way back. They are not friends, more like mortal enemies, and both of them wanting a single doll was the start of a series of events that no one could have predicted, not even Father Christmas himself.
I snarled, "Give me the doll. Now!"
Darcy had the box against his chest with both hands on it. His fingers tapped against the box while a smug smile stretched across his face.
He glanced to the snowmen gathered around my feet and teased, "You've got to watch your step, sweetheart."
I blew out a frustrated breath. "I swear if you don't give me that bloody doll I'll-"
"You'll what?" Darcy cut me off, his smug smile still in place on his handsome face.
"I'll shove me foot so far up your arse you'll need a surgeon to remove it."
Darcy's eyes widened. "You're a foot shorter than me, and at least fifty pounds lighter. You're a tiny little thing, Neala Girl. I'm not scared of you. You can't hurt me."
He was so wrong.
"I can hurt you, and I will unless you give me the doll."
Darcy raised an eyebrow and snorted. "How about... no."
I curled my lip into a sadistic grin. "Okay, you asked for it."
Darcy shook his head at me and moved forward so he could brush by me. "I don't have time for- What the hell?"
When Darcy was close enough to do so I manoeuvred my body behind his, hooked my arms around his chest and searched for his nipples with my hands.
When I found them, I grabbed them between my index fingers and thumbs and pinched.
"Me nipples, let go of me nipples!" Darcy cried.
I growled and tweaked his nipples a little harder. "Let go of the doll, and I'll let go of your nipples."
There's a sentence I never thought I'd hear myself say.
L.A. Casey was born, raised and currently resides in Dublin, Ireland. She is a twenty two year old stay at home mother to an almost two year old German Shepherd named Storm and of course, her four and half year old (the half is apparently vital) beautiful little hellion/angel depending on the hour of the day.
Her first novel, Dominic, was released on March 17th, 2014, and on March 21st, 2014, it became an international Amazon bestseller.
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