Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Tasty Book Tours: Excerpt from WEDDING BELLS IN CHRISTMAS by Debbie Mason + #Giveaway

Debbie Mason is the bestselling author of the Christmas, Colorado series. Her books have been praised for their "likable characters, clever dialogue and juicy plots" (RT Book Reviews). She also writes historical paranormals as Debbie Mazzuca. Her MacLeod series has received several nominations for best paranormal as well as a Holt Medallion Award of Merit. When she isn't writing or reading, Debbie enjoys spending time with her very own real-life hero, their four wonderful children, an adorable grandbaby, and a yappy Yorkie named Bella.

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Long time no see. Seriously? That’s all he could come up with after he’d . . . Of course it was. For Vivi, her heart had been on the line, while for Chance, their week together had probably been nothing more than an extended one-night stand. And since that was something she didn’t want him to know, she forced her face into what she hoped was a this-is-a-happy-coincidence expression and lifted her gaze.
Her knees went weak as she looked into his oh-so-green eyes for the first time in more than a year. She curled her fingers into the headrest of the leather seat. Any hope of forming a scintillating response fled at the sight of his beard-stubbled face. He was even more devastatingly handsome than she remembered. “Hey,” she croaked, her greeting as lame as his.
The flight attendant ran a hand down her black hair, flashing Chance a coy smile. With all of his attention focused on Vivi, he didn’t return the woman’s obvious flirtatious attempt. When the flight attendant realized she wasn’t going to get the reaction she hoped for, she huffed, “Please take your seat.”
Right. She had to sit beside him. Sit next to that prime example of male perfection with his hard muscles brushing up against her for the next four freaking hours and pretend he didn’t affect her. That she didn’t . . .
“Ma’am.” The flight attendant raised her black-penciled eyebrows. Vivi sat, then made a production of stowing her carry-on under the seat in front of her to buy herself some time. Smile, she ordered herself when she finally sat upright. What was she smiling for? She wasn’t a smiley type of person. It would be a dead giveaway. Though she had smiled a lot with him. The reminder had her pressing her lips together as she hunted for her seat belt.
“You okay?”
Goose bumps raised on her arms in response to his deep, panty-dropping voice. She kept her head bent, digging between the seats while trying not to touch his jean-c lad thigh. “I’m good. But you’re, ah, sitting on my seat belt.”
She sensed him watching her as he raised his hip. He handed her the belt, his fingers brushing hers. A heated charge of memory and sensation rushed through her at that simple, accidental touch. She suppressed a shiver. “Thanks,” she said through clenched teeth while trying to fit the metal pieces together.
“You sure you’re okay?” His big hand closed over hers as he clicked her seat belt into place.
“I’m good. Just a little frazzled because I was late for the flight. I hate being late for anything, you know.” She was always late. “I was working on a story and time got away from me.” She rubbed her forehead when what she really wanted to do was bury her face in her hands. She was rambling, and Vivi never rambled.
“Big story?”
She heard what sounded like amusement in his voice and glanced at him. Her overwrought nervous system must be causing her to hear things because there was nothing but a look of languid interest in his eyes. She nodded and lied. “Huge story. Really big. Probably the biggest in my career.”
His perfectly sculpted lips tipped up at the corner, and she was about to ask him what was so funny when the two flight attendants at the front of the plane drew her attention. “Do they look nervous to you? Because they look nervous to me. Must be that cargo door they were having problems with earlier.” All she could think was that God worked in mysterious ways, silently thanked Him, and started to unbuckle her seat belt.
Chance’s hand closed over hers. She really wished he’d stop doing that. “Better keep that on, Slick. We’ll be taking off in a couple of minutes.
Series: Christmas, Colorado #4
Genre: Contemporary
Page Count: 400 pages
Publisher: Forever (May 26, 2015)
Wedding Bells in Christmas (Christmas, Colorado, #4)

To have and to hold from this day forward...

Wedding bells are ringing in the charming town of Christmas, but not for Vivian Westfield. She's just had her heart trampled under the cowboy boots of Chance McBride and lost her dream job at a big-city newspaper. But when she returns for a wedding, she stumbles on a story that could resurrect her career. First, though, she'll have to deal with the handsome man standing in her way . . . and a still-burning flame that's too hot to ignore.

Chance recognizes trouble when he sees it. He just didn't expect to find it in the first-class cabin on the flight home for his father's wedding. Yet there she is, as gorgeous as ever. Vivi dared Chance to want things he knew he could never have. It's why he left her. But Christmas's meddling matchmakers have them firmly in their sights. So if they want to survive the next week, they'll have to play the part of an adoring couple-an irresistible charade that may give them a second chance at the real thing . . .

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