It’s a new year and it’s time to move on to new things. I’m no longer with a certain publisher. I have all my rights back to the books that were with that publisher. Now it’s time for those books to have a makeover. First up, Christmas Confusion. Christmas Confusion is a romantic comedy that is centered around the holidays but can be enjoyed all year round. Today, I’m revealing its new cover and new blurb. Change is good!
New apartment, new job, and a new crush.
Having just graduated college, Bailey Cooper is living on her own for the first time and is experiencing all the ‘new’ things life has to offer. Like broken heaters in her apartment, drama at work and a sexy neighbor who won’t stay out of her dreams. How is she ever going to get accustomed to her new surroundings if she can’t stop spying on the guy next door who just happens to be her landlord?
Max Davis and his baby brother Greg Davis are co-owners of the apartment building they live in. He should be working on repairing the property. Instead, he’s falling for the shy girl next door.
However, whenever he tries to talk to her, she shuts him out or pretends she’s in a rush to leave. Running out of ideas on how to get her attention, he accepts advice from his brother. Probably not the best idea.
Will a holiday weekend full of chaos, confusion and a little bit of charm finally get Bailey and Max on the right track? Or will a few innocent caresses lead to more Christmas confusion?
Max scooted back on the couch, he reached toward Bailey, eyes straying to her legs. Even though she wore jeans, he still pictured her legs bare, like they were when she jumped on his counter.
Her eyes widened as his hand came closer and closer. Max leaned forward, stretching his arm even closer to her body, he ached to touch her. His fingertips itched for a chance to slide down her body. As he moved closer, he heard her inhale deeply and he couldn’t escape the erotic images that flowed through his mind. Oh, the sounds I could cause her to make, if she would give me the chance.
Max continued edging forward, until his fingers wrapped around what he was reaching for. He picked the remote control up and moved back to his side of the couch. His hand shook slightly. Bailey exhaled. The sound sent chills over his body. Max pointed the remote at the television and pressed play.
He cleared his throat. “Do you want to start from the beginning or do you want me to find the last scene you watched?”
Max waited on her to answer but all he heard was the sound of her breathing. He kept his eyes straight forward, fearing the sight of her chest rising and falling would be his downfall. She took so long to answer that he forgot what his question was.
“Whatever you want,” she whispered, and his gut clenched. Max pressed pause.
What was his question? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d asked her. But her answer ‘whatever you want’ was the answer he craved. A thousand questions raced through his head, ‘Bailey, what do you want me to do to you with my tongue?’ Her answer of ‘whatever you want’ would be perfect for that question.
‘Bailey, what do you want me to do to you with my hands?’ Whatever you want would be the perfect answer to that question. But none of those were the question she was answering. What had he asked her?
“Or we could just watch television,” she said. “We don’t have to watch the movie, I know it’s a chick flick and you may not like it.”
Oh yeah, the movie. “No, no, we can watch the movie.” Get it together, Max.
“Okay,” Bailey smiled and snuggled further into the comforter.
His comforter, the one he would sleep under later on tonight. The comforter that would have her sweet scent on it until he decided to wash it, if he decided to wash it. Get it together, now, Max.
Max cleared his throat again. He felt like his t-shirt was getting tighter, choking him. Max found it hard to swallow. “We can just watch it from the beginning. How long is this movie anyway?” he asked her.
“It’s a short movie, about an hour long.”
He would have an hour in her company, an hour with her sitting within arms-reach of him, an hour of sweet torture.