Excerpt of Mayhem, Magic, and Mistletoe
I was now sandwiched beneath Ric’s giant body and my mattress with less than an hour to get ready. I considered our judgement might have been impaired.
Oh, dear, what had we done?
Somewhere between kissing me goodnight and discovering my new lacey thong, he’d changed his mind about the couch part. My willpower when it came to his kisses amounted to zilch, zero to none, if you get what I mean. He is the son of a god for Pete’s sake, whoever Pete is. In any case, Aelric looks like Thor; blond and huge and tan…and freakin’ beautiful beyond compare. What can I say? I only have one excuse. Have you ever kissed the son of Poseidon? You’d understand completely if you had.
He’s sweet and nice, and mostly thoughtful. It’s not my fault I have no self-control when it comes to him. . .
Hope you’ll try this fun series. ~~Eliza March