BLURB:
There’s only one thing on Becca Sinclair’s Christmas list this
holiday season – her very own column in the local paper. And if she can build a
huge blog following, her wish just might come true.
All Becca wants for Christmas is her newspaper column, right? But
when she finds herself the target of Wolf’s irresistible attentions, her snarky
comebacks become less and less convincing and, suddenly, she’s not so sure
anymore…
EXCERPT
Finally, her door opened, and he was greeted with a scowl.
“What?” She tugged the lapels of her short white silky robe
together.
“I…ah…” His gaze snagged on all those ample curves showcased by
the slinky material. I…ah…”
“You said that already.” She fisted a hand on her hip.
Einstein cannonballed around Becca with something red clamped in
his jaws. He streaked across the grass, his strong muscles propelling him as he
circled both of their yards.
“Get back in here!” Becca pointed into her house.
Einstein loped across the grass and shrubbery, ignoring his
owner’s command.
Maybe if he acted the hero and returned the pet to its owner, he’d
gain a few brownie points. “Stay here. I’ll get him.” Wolf took off after the
dog. Seeing he was being chased only made Einstein run faster. Wolf followed
him twice around the yard in front of Becca’s house. The dog leapt over a
flowerbed and stopped, his head lowered, shaking his prize, his hind end
elevated, wiggling in excitement.
“Give me that.” Wolf stepped to the right around the flowerbed.
The dog trotted to the left. In a quick move, he sprinted to the left and the
dog dashed to the right. “Think you’re smart, don’t you?” He could have sworn
the dog smiled. Wolf leapt across the blooms, hoping to grab the smartass
canine. Once he’d grabbed the collar, they rolled, and Einstein yelped. Wolf
grimaced as he, too, rolled across a low-growing cactus and into the trunk of a
palm tree. “Dammit.”
The dog whined and dropped the fabric to lick and bite at the
prickly thorns in his groin.
“Easy now, Einstein.” Wolf cooed as he slipped his Swiss army
knife from the front pocket of his jeans.
“What’s wrong? What’s going on? What are you doing with that
knife?” Becca tugged on the hem of her short robe and glanced up and down the
street as if she thought to run out into the yard.
“Stay where you are. He’ll be fine. He’s got some thorns in his
hide.” Wolf removed the tweezers stored in a slot of the knife and began
extracting the offending needles. “We can’t have an awesome fella like you in
pain now, can we?” He worked as quickly as he could. “One more, big guy, and
then you’ll be fine.” The dog licked him several times. “Yeah, I like you too.
Let’s keep what I’m about to do just between us, shall we?” He ran his fingers
over the affected groin area, keeping his attentions on the dog’s reactions.
“Looks like we got them all.”
“What in blue blazes
are you doing to that dog? Are you performing some kind of ‘beasty-wildy’ on
him?” Mrs. Minelli, his neighbor, punctured the air with her cane, her white
eyebrows arched in question.
He fought the urge to laugh. “No, Mrs. Minelli. I was taking out
thorns.”
She cocked her head to
the side, her cataract-clouded eyes widened. “In his penis?”
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