Sasha Summers - Christmas In His Bed

’Tis the season to be naughty...

Newly divorced and back in her hometown, Tatum Buchanan is trying to move on with her life. But she’s shocked to discover her ex-husband has rented out her childhood home to her high school sweetheart! And the last thing she expects to see is grown-up Spencer Ryan’s cut, hard body. Apparently Tatum’s libido doesn’t care that Spencer shattered her heart eight years ago...

With the holidays looming and Spencer’s presence in her house driving her wild, Tatum strikes a bargain with him—twelve days of no-strings sex. Just so she can get him out of her system. But when the twelve red-hot days of Christmas are over, Tatum isn’t sure she can say goodbye to Spencer on December 25!

Spencer stepped forward, erasing the small space between them.

His thumbs ran along Tatum’s jawline, tracing the soft skin of her neck and the shell of her ear. She closed her eyes and her lips parted, her breath escaping on unsteady gasps. He watched her response, her arousal driving him crazy. “How long?” he asked, his tone soft.

Her green eyes fluttered open. “How long?” she repeated, breathless.

“Since you’ve been...kissed.” He bit out the last word. “How long has it been since a man’s loved your body?”

“My body is none of your business.” But the tremor in her voice told him he wasn’t imagining this. Her hands gripped the counter edge as if she was holding herself back. She wanted him, even if she didn’t want to accept it.

“And it’s a damn shame,” he murmured, longing to pry her hands from the counter, to feel her fingers slide through his hair. Before he was through, she’d be holding on to him...

SASHA SUMMERS grew up surrounded by books. Her passions have always been storytelling, romance and travel. Whether it’s an easy-on-the-eyes cowboy or a hero of truly mythic proportions, Sasha falls a little in love with each and every one of her heroes. She frequently gets lost with her characters in the worlds she creates, forgetting those everyday tasks like laundry and dishes. Luckily, her four brilliant children and hero-inspiring hubby are super understanding and helpful.

Christmas in His Bed

Sasha Summers

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Dear Reader,

There’s nothing like your first love. It’s intense and fiery, sweet and all-consuming—if it ends, the pain can be equally so. It took years for Tatum and Spencer to get over the wounds their long-ago breakup caused. But now that they’re thrown together again, their wounds take a backseat to the power of their attraction. Tatum’s never wanted someone like she wants Spencer. And Spencer’s never wanted anyone but Tatum. Once they give in to one another, neither is prepared for how severely their worlds are rocked.

Between the Christmas caroling, wedding showers and bedroom adventures, Spencer does his best to wear down Tatum’s resistance. But no matter how willing Tatum is to have Spencer in her bed, her heart is off-limits. Her heart is too broken to try love again.

I adore first-love stories. There’s something raw and vulnerable about them. And Tatum and Spencer are about as raw as a couple can get. Helping them make their way back to each other, find forgiveness and trust, is quite the emotional roller coaster—let me tell you. But I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I did!

I love to hear from readers so please find me on my website, sashasummers.com, on Facebook or Twitter, @sashawrites.

Enjoy every page,

Sasha Summers

Acknowledgments

Thank you to my amazing writer peeps. Writing might be a solitary profession, but I never feel alone. Your support and belief keep me writing.

Thanks, always, to my wonderful agent, Pamela Hopkins, and awesome editor, Johanna Raisanen. Your faith in my books means the world!

And my family—you guys are the best. I love you.

Dedication

To those whose first love is still their only love.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

About the Author

Title Page

Dear Reader

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Extract

Copyright

1

BEING BRALESS WAS as close to rebellious as Tatum had been in almost a decade. So was reading her third romance novel in a row, barely emerging from the nest of quilts she’d dragged to the comfy rocking chair in front of the now-dying fire. No makeup, no expectations, no worries. Day one of her new life was good.

When she was done reading, she could dig through her suitcase for her vibrator and some quality alone time. Or she could stay up reading all night long.

For the first time in her life, there was no one to stop her from doing whatever she wanted. And knowing that was...awesome.

She glanced at the old cuckoo clock over the mantel. Right now her ex-husband, Brent, and the new Mrs. Cahill, Kendra, were probably sipping umbrella drinks on some beach somewhere—if he’d actually taken a vacation. But knowing Kendra, she wouldn’t have given him a choice.

She burrowed into her quilts and added the book she’d finished to the pile at her feet. Her evening would be far more satisfying than a night with Brent and his tiny penis. Penis size aside, he had no stamina and had never taken an active interest in giving her pleasure. Tatum had always waited for him to head to the shower before finishing things off right with her handy-dandy purple-swirly love machine. She called him Chris, after her favorite movie actor. Brent and Chris had never met. Brent had no idea Chris existed.

She drained hot chocolate from her large Santa mug and stood, padding across the wooden floor in her socks and slippers to restart the Nat King Cole album. Maybe it was wrong that she was in such a good mood, newly divorced and absolutely alone on Christmas. But she was. She wanted to be happy. And right now, Nat King Cole, stimulating romance novels and copious amounts of hot chocolate were all she needed to be happy. And, maybe later, Chris.

She picked up the last book on the side table, reading the back blurb and its tantalizing promise of “eroticism on every page” with a sigh. But a slight movement from out the large picture window caught her eye. She froze, a prick of fear running down her spine.

A man stood on her front porch railing. A big man. So tall she couldn’t see his head or shoulders as he reached for something on the roof.

She edged closer to the fireplace and the brass poker resting against the wall. She might be alone, but she wasn’t helpless. She gripped the poker and made her way closer to the window.

But the man wasn’t armed with a weapon. He had a large coil of Christmas lights hanging around his shoulder. Christmas lights. She didn’t drop the poker, but her swing-first-question-second instinct wavered. Something about a man hanging Christmas lights brought the threat level down.