Series: Reindeer Games
Title: Tinsel Wars
Genres/Themes: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, Romance,
Magical Creatures, Christmas,
Author: Anne Kane
Misty knows if Braedon finds out about her parents, he’ll never want to see her again. She can’t face loving him just to have him turn on her when he discovers the truth, so she pushes him away — far away, to the ends of the world they both know.
Braedon knows what he wants, and he won’t be easily discouraged. The annual Reindeer games are coming, and he has a plan that will throw Misty right into his arms. He intends to win the final skirmish in the Tinsel Wars!
Tiny little EXCERPT:
“Ah. Her parents. I didn’t know they were in town.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Of course she wouldn’t want him to meet her parents. That might imply there was something serious between them and for some unknown reason she seemed determined to keep their relationship on a casual footing despite the attraction that sizzled every time they were in the same room.
“Maybe you could help me. I have a date with her in an hour or so, and I wanted to set a table up extra nice. Candles. Flowers. Music. Maybe a table with a bit of privacy?” He gave her what he hoped was a sincere smile.
“Of course! I’ll get Tomas, our head server to set you up.” She motioned to a waiter on the far side of the room, and then leaned forward, lowering her voice. “It’s nice to see a guy going that extra bit to impress his date. We don’t get a lot of that around here.”
“Well, thank you. You’ve been a great help. “
He quickly made arrangements with Tomas, and then reached for his phone to call Misty. If he wanted to win her back, he needed to keep her off-guard.
“Hello?” She sounded distracted. Good.
“Hey, sweetie. It’s me, Braedon. I’m running a bit late but I’ll pick you up in ten minutes. Okay?” He kept his voice light and non-committal.
“But I thought we were meeting at the Sparkle?” She sounded confused, which wasn’t surprising. He had said he’d meet her at the restaurant, but that was no way to impress a gal.
“No, I’m picking you up. A decent guy does not let his date find their own way to the restaurant.”
“This is not a date.” Misty was starting to sound panicky. “It’s dinner. Just dinner.”
Not if he could help it. It was way more than dinner. “I’ll see you in ten.”