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.
Damn him.
"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."
Wrong.
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."
Bastard!
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."
Wow.
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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