Daire Denis - A Christmas Seduction

Her first real Christmas

Her first real cowboy...

Journalist Jolie Duval has escaped her killjoy family in order to enjoy a real down-home Christmas in Montana. Hello to mountains, snow, carols, delicious cookies and...whoa, one seriously hot hunk of a cowboy. Since Jo’s experiencing the whole Christmas fantasy anyway, why can’t she have a red-hot holiday fling? Thank you, Santa.

Thaddeus Knight is definitely the best gift Jo has ever unwrapped. Their sexual chemistry is more intense than anything she’s ever experienced. This cowboy knows when to be a gentleman—and when not to be a gentleman. But then Jo stumbles upon Thad’s troubled past and his deep, dark secret. Is this man the love of her life...or the subject of the biggest story of her career?

“You must be a very good writer, because you’ve got an imagination on you...”

Jo laughed, partly because she was enjoying herself and partly because Thad had just voiced her thoughts.

Feeling good, Jo said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“Last night...” She hesitated, but only for a millisecond. “Did you see me...inside the tub?”

He leaned close, his mouth right beside her ear. “You mean, did I see you naked?”

“Yes,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

“Well, now, a gentleman would lie and say no.” He took a deep breath, like he was breathing in her scent. “The question is...” His breath sifted the hair at the side of her head, making her shiver.

“Would you like me to be a gentleman...or not?”

Dear Reader,

I loved writing this book because it includes some of my favorite things (anyone else hear Julie Andrews singing “My Favorite Things”?) First of all, it’s a Christmas book and I LOVE Christmas. However, I’ve never written a Christmas story before, and I wondered how I could capture its essence on the page.

For a start, I decided my office needed to smell like Christmas, so I loaded my diffuser with essential oils like cinnamon apple and sweet pumpkin pie, which helped but also left me feeling hungry all the time.

I played Christmas carols while I wrote, and plastered snowy images on my windows so that when I looked up from my computer, it seemed like a winter’s day. Setting the book at the Silver Tree Guest Ranch in Western Montana, where there are snow-covered peaks and homey log houses, helped set the mood.

While this book includes traditional Christmas trimmings like mistletoe, homemade decorations, dogsledding, ice skating and stockings by the fire, I also wanted this story to be full of surprises. With this in mind, I put the heroine in an uncomfortable situation right off the bat. Think outdoor hot tub, a forgotten bathing suit and an overly helpful ranch hand with a penchant for disturbing the peace.

A Christmas Seduction is a story where family and strangers are thrown together, where there’s secrets and intrigue all mixed up with eggnog, Christmas carols and, of course, hot, passionate cabin sex (yes, please!).

So grab your favorite Christmas beverage, curl up in front of the fire and enjoy!

Daire St. Denis

A Christmas Seduction

Daire St. Denis

www.millsandboon.co.uk

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author DAIRE ST. DENIS is an adventure seeker, an ancient history addict, a seasonal hermit and a wine lover. She calls the Canadian Rockies home and has the best job ever: writing smoking-hot contemporary romance where the pages are steeped in sensuality and there’s always a dash of the unexpected. Find out more about Daire and subscribe to her newsletter at dairestdenis.com.

For CJ Carmichael

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

Introduction

Dear Reader

Title Page

About the Author

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

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Extract

Copyright

1

A tip to travelers: always be prepared. No matter where you’re going, carry an emergency kit with food, water, matches and other essentials...like a bathing suit.

Jo Duval

JO DUVAL’S PHONE BEEPED—again—but she ignored it. She was too busy navigating the lonely, snow-covered road from Half Moon Creek to the Silver Tree Guest Ranch. Growing up in Chicago, she was no stranger to winter driving, except for the fact that it was so blasted dark out here in the Montana boonies. Plus, she was all alone. It was just her and Michael Bublé, singing about chestnuts roasting on an open fire. No one knew where she was—her family, anyway—and her flight had been changed at the last minute, so she was arriving a day early. She’d called and left a message at the ranch, so presumably the hosts would be expecting her.

She hoped.

Despite the heat pouring out of the vents in the rented Jeep, she shivered.

What if she got lost on these back roads? Or stranded?

Her mind wandered to a scenario where she was driving a mountain pass—which she wasn’t—and her Jeep skidded toward the guard rail, bumping against it so that she was face-to-face with the cliff and yawning abyss below. In her mind, she wrenched the steering wheel and at the last second, the Jeep swerved, spinning in the middle of the road and ending up in a snowbank on the other side. She’d have to spend the night in the vehicle. She mentally went through the contents of her handbag. What would serve in an emergency situation? She had two candy bars—okay, one and a half—a box of Tic Tacs and...

She reached for the can of soda in her cup holder, picked it up and gave it a gentle shake.

A sip of soda.

Things were not looking good. Did she have matches?

“I should really keep some, just in case,” she muttered to herself.

Her phone beeped.

“I hear you. I hear you.”

The light snow that had been falling suddenly intensified, so Jo turned on her wiper blades, though they didn’t help much. The radio crackled, like it was snowing in there as well, and she turned it off.

“Sorry, Mr. Bublé.”

Visibility was limited to about ten yards in front of the vehicle, and the way the snow came at the windshield was hypnotic, like she was in the cockpit of a spaceship driving at warp speed.

“Ground control to Major Tom,” she sang softly.

She glanced at the clock.

It was only six thirty? How could that be? It felt so much later. The guy at the gas station in Half Moon Creek told her it was a thirty-minute drive out to the ranch. That was almost an hour ago. Felt like two. Leaning forward, she peered ahead, hoping to catch a glimpse of...something. A sign? A building?

Lights?

Yes, those were lights up ahead.

Thank God.

The headlights lit on a large sign—Silver Tree Guest Ranch. A few minutes after turning down the lane, Jo could make out the buildings: a barn, an enormous log home and other structures, all defined by white Christmas lights. With the snow accumulating on the trees and the buildings, and the shimmering lights peeking through the piles, it was like she’d walked onto a photo shoot for a Christmas card. She parked beneath a sign that read Visitor Parking, got out—phone in hand—and took a couple of pictures.

“Too dark,” she muttered before making adjustments on the camera app in an attempt to capture the festive atmosphere of the place.

She held the phone in front of her and...heard barking.

Shit!