Let Noelle and Alex captivate you in Alexa Riley’s newest release in Snow and Mistletoe!
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Blurb
Noelle's voice has captivated Alex, and she's become his greatest obsession. Since he hired her to read audiobooks, listening to her is the only thing that makes his lonely world bearable. Thank God she's never seen him. His scars would only scare her away.
Alex has starred in every fantasy Noelle's had since she first heard his voice over the phone, and reading erotica samples to him only fuels her desire. Listening to him on the other end of the phone is the best part of her day, and she's willing to do anything to please him.
On Christmas Eve a storm comes through, sending Noelle in search of her reclusive boss. Once she's at his cabin with no place to go, there's only one way to keep warm.
Warning: This is the sweetest, cheesiest, most Christmassy book ever! It's filled with late-night confessions, dirty deeds, and a lifetime of love. If you love this time of year, I've got some cheer for you!
Snow and Mistletoe Excerpt
“I…uh…” I say, trying to break the silence between us for the second time today. I’m totally getting fired. Hell, I kinda knew that when I popped on my audiobook and my voice wasn’t even on it. As much as I want to ask, I don’t feel like poking the bear he seems to have turned into.
I knew he was the silent broody type, but I didn’t think he bit. Now I’m not so sure. He could rip my heart to shreds with a few harsh words. Maybe this is why I spend so much time with my head in the clouds and my nose in books, dreaming in my own little world. This real-life romance shit is hard and scary.
“Follow me. I’ll show you where you can put your stuff,” he says without looking at me as he heads towards a hallway. It’s as if he wants to shove me into a room as quickly as possible. He won’t even look at me, and a lump starts to form in my throat. Forget it. I can’t do this.
“Maybe I should just…” I turn to grab the door handle, but I remember I don’t have my shoes on so I can’t make as quick of an escape as I’d like. Before I can turn to grab my shoes, big arms shoot out on either side of me, landing on the door. His warm body presses into mine.
“Don’t go.” His words are soft this time, and they tickle my ear. He doesn’t move, and I can’t seem to form any words with him pressed up against me like this. “Just let me show you to your room. You can take a warm bath if you like.”
“Okay.” The fight leaves my body at his deep, sensual voice. My answer comes out breathy, and it takes every muscle in my body to stop myself from leaning into him. I want to rub against him like a cat in heat. I’ve never done anything wanton in my life, but Alex makes me do a lot of things I’ve never done before. Like drive three hours in a snowstorm, pretending it was all about saving my job, when really I’m being a low-key stalker.
Maybe I can just say I’m cold or something if I rub against him. Oh my God, I’m totally trying to cop a feel! My cheeks burn with embarrassment at my own thoughts, but Alex still makes no move to release me. I can’t move until he drops the big arms that are caging me. God, how I wish I was facing the other way and staring into his dark blue eyes. I was so sure they would be brown when I pictured him, but my thoughts didn’t do those eyes justice.
“Don’t try to leave again.” The firmness in his voice is one I know all too well. I am about to tell him I’ll do whatever I want, but feeling him pressed against me banishes any thoughts I have of leaving this cabin. “It’s dark, the snow is falling thick, and the coyotes will be out.”
With that caution, the warmth of his body leaves mine, and I miss it instantly. Sadly, I think I could have stood like that all night and been utterly content. I turn, following him down the long hallway. The cabin is cute. It’s hard to make out much with so few lights on, but all the walls and floors are wooden. It’s rustic and homely and utterly perfect. The place looks like it was plucked right out of some catalogue. It would be the perfect place to spend Christmas.
The thought reminds me that it’s Christmas Eve. I haven’t heard anyone else, but I feel bad, not only for intruding but for possibly putting someone out of a bedroom. “Are we alone?” I’m prying for information, but I’m wondering if a girlfriend or someone like that is going to pop up.
“I’m always alone.” That makes me happy until the words really sink it.
He takes me upstairs, and we pass one door before we stop outside another. He turns the knob and pushes the door open. He half-turns to me, but the light is off, and I still can’t really make out his face. I can tell he has a strong jaw and nose, but seeing so little only makes me long to see more.
“Get some rest. I’m sure it was a long drive.” With that, he turns and heads down the stairs, his big body disappearing into the shadows of the cabin.
I go into the room he told me to take and flip on the nearby lamp. I ignore everything but the bed as I toss my bag onto it and let myself fall into its softness.
I’m always alone.
Chapter 1 *Noelle*
“‘Please,” she begged. “I need to
feel you inside me now. It’s been too long.” Annabelle pleaded with Sam before
taking matters into her own hands, grabbing his hard cock and guiding it to her
wet pussy. Wanting to make them whole once again, to never be apart from the
only man she’d ever loved. Would ever love.
“I’ll give you what you want. Just
give me what I want,” Sam demanded, pulling back just a little from her, the
head of his cock barely touching her opening. She knew what he wanted, and she
was sick of fighting these feelings. She’d find a way to make them work, no
matter how different their worlds were.
“I love you. Only you.” She gave him
the words he wanted because they were true. She knew it down to her soul.
Samuel thrust home into her welcoming
body, his hard cock just as hungry for her as he was.”
The
heavy breathing through the phone pulls me from my narration “Mr. Lockwood, are
you okay?”
“Alex,”
he grunts, sounding irritated with me. “Say it.”
“Alex,”
I whisper. He’s been correcting me for months now, but for some reason I always
still say ‘Mr. Lockwood.’ It reminds me of who he is—that he isn’t a friend I’m
talking to on the phone. He’s a client and nothing more, no matter what my
late-night fantasies tell me.
I
hear a grunt, then the line goes quiet. I wonder if he’s mad at me, and I
inwardly curse myself. I had steady work before I started narrating books for
his company, All for You, but with him offering me more and more projects, he’s
been my only client for well over two months now. It sounds silly, and I’m sure
I can get more projects elsewhere, but I like working for him. He handles
things a little differently than most clients I work with, but I like his way.
Seems I like a lot of things about Alex, despite knowing very little about him.
The
silence hangs in the air as I wait for him to speak again. His words do things
to me. Things they shouldn’t. I’ve somehow latched myself onto him recently.
Waiting for our daily calls has now become a little bit of an obsession, one
I’m sure my mother would tell me was just as unhealthy as my lack of a social
life.
“Hmm,”
I mumble, trying to break the uncomfortable silence. I can’t bear the tension,
but all I hear is his heavy breathing, something that reminds me of the many
erotica books I’ve read. The hero would breathlessly pant into the heroine’s
ear after a hard round of sex. It’s a sound I’ve never actually heard myself,
but I find myself imagining what it would be like if Alex made the sound in my
ear, his body on top of me.
“I
think that’s enough for today,” he finally says, his deep voice rolling over my
skin like a warm rough caress, like it always does when he speaks to me. If
anyone one should be narrating a book, it’s Alex. He has a voice like I’ve
never heard before, and I’ve heard many in my line of work. Voices that are
supposed to be the best aren’t anything special compared to his.
“Okay,
Mis— Alex,” I correct myself quickly, once again making myself look like an
incompetent fool who can’t remember anything. “I’ll have the Scott book sent
over this afternoon. Just a few more touches and it will be finished. Then I’ll
start on this new one, if you liked the sample I just did.”
Alex
likes to do the samples over the phone and also likes to check in daily on my project
status, something that’s not normal with audio work. Almost everything could be
done over email, but Alex says he likes to do it this way. For what he’s paying
me to voice audiobooks, I’m happy to jump through hoops for the projects. Okay,
that’s only partially true. I would jump through the hoops, but our phone calls
mean more to me than just work.
Sometimes
our calls dip into personal life, mainly about me and my life. Every now and
then, I find myself rambling on, and he just listens. Maybe he’s really polite
and feels sorry for me for having to carry on conversations with someone who is
virtually a stranger. Though he doesn’t feel like a stranger anymore.
“That
sounds perfect. I have a lot going on tomorrow, so I want this taken care of
tonight and off both our to-do lists,” he says, slipping back into business
talk. It’s crazy how he does that. Sometimes I wonder if maybe he has a crazy
sex life, because my narrations always seem to run on the dirty side and they
never affect him.
I
usually end up in a pile of goo when we we’re done, with hard nipples and wet
panties. We’d hang up and I’d have my hand down my pants before the line even
cleared. It wasn’t narrating the books that turned me on. I’ve been doing
romance narrations for years. Normally I did them alone so no one would hear.
But somehow, reading aloud to Alex has me beyond turned on. It could be that
the pieces he selects for samples are always the dirtiest parts, or it could
just be him.
I
told myself it was because Alex was playing with me. I thought maybe he even
had a little crush on me like I did him, but after time went on, he never
seemed affected. He never tried to be more friendly to me like I was with him,
and after a while I thought maybe I made it up in my head. My mother always
told me I live too much inside myself, and it seemed to have happened again.
I’d built something up in my mind that wasn’t really there. Worse, the thought
of not having this interaction anymore was terrifying in some weird way.
“Okay.
I’ll send the file right over.” I try to keep my tone just as causal as his,
but I’m still chewing on the fact that he has a lot going on tomorrow. It’s
Christmas, so I should expect him to be busy. All I have planned is a TV dinner
and Netflix.
“Have
a merry Christmas, Noelle.”
“You
too, Alex.” I hit End on the call, promptly wanting to disconnect from him. I
drop the phone onto my desk and bring up my emails. I want to go ahead and send
the file, but my internet won’t connect. After restarting the modem and my
laptop, I make my way over to the window while everything reboots.
It
really is a perfect Christmas Eve. Snow has already begun to fall, and the
Christmas lights on my tree behind me reflect in the window. It’s as if they’re
mocking me. My house is decorated like I’m hosting a Christmas party tomorrow.
There isn’t a spot that isn’t covered in some kind of Christmas decoration. Why
I do this to myself, I have no idea.
I’m
an introvert and always have been. I made a couple of friends in college,
always preferring to have my nose deep in a book. But since then they’ve
dropped off one by one, slowly losing contact over time. No one wants to be
friends with the girl who rarely leaves the house.
Who
knows where my parents are this time of year. No one likes to travel more than
they do. I still have no idea how I came from such social butterflies. I like
things small and intimate, and I always wanted to spend a Christmas like that
with my parents. When I was a kid, my mom would go all out, kind of like I did
in my own home, but she always filled the day with people I hardly knew.
It’s
almost laughable now. I hate how she’d do that, but now here I am in a house
all made up for Christmas and not one soul to spend it with. I’m not sure which
is worse.
My
mind wanders back to Alex, wondering what his plans might be. Would he have a
special person to spend his Christmas with? The thought sends an irrational
surge of jealously through me.
Maybe
I can come up with a reason to get in touch with him, or just call to wish him
a merry Christmas. I chastise myself for the silly idea. Considering how fast
he got off the phone moments ago, he probably has plans tonight.
Growling
at myself, I pull my hair from my ponytail to relieve some of the tension I’m
feeling.
Pull
it together, I tell myself. I’ll finish this project for Alex, get into my
Christmas pajamas, eat those cookies I spent all day baking and decorating, and
watch my favorite holiday movies. I will not let myself have a pity party.
About the Author
I'm Alexa Riley! Mom, wife, and business woman by day and smut writer by night. I specialize in the Dirty Date Night reading. I wrote my first book, Owning Her Innocence, because well, I just couldn't find any daddy books to my liking. So I sat down and just started writing, bringing the fantasies I find myself often dancing to in the dark of night to life, one page at a time.
Alexa Riley is my alter ego. I can't let the other soccer moms know what I'm up to or the guys at work for that matter. Little do they know that they've got nothing on my dirty talk.
I'm here to give you a quick fix of filthy dirty smut. Got a few hours to kill? Then I'm what you're looking for.
