Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Dark Roasted Christmas

Today I'm featuring an excerpt from than anthology, but introducing you to two! :-D Please be sure to check out these two books filled with naughty Christmas cheer.

Book Specifics -

Genre - Contemporary Romance
Length - Various
Heat Level - Various
Sexual Orientation - M/F
Content Warnings -

Blurb -

A Dark Roasted Christmas Vol. 1

"A Dark Roasted Christmas" has four heart warming shorts that we are sure you will love. Featuring authors Jesse Fox, Christopher Newman, Angelia Sparrow and H.S.Kinn; this holiday novel is a perfect stocking stuffer gift or a way to introduce yourself to Dark Roast Press.

A Dark Roasted Christmas Vol. 2

This volume of "A Dark Roasted Christmas" has three naughty shorts that we are sure will keep you warm. Featuring authors Christopher Newman, our EIC Helgaleena and new Klastch member S.M.Bach. These seasonal tales are perfect stocking stuffer gifts or a way to introduce yourself to Dark Roast Press.

Excerpt -

A Leg Up - by, Chris Newman

Margo sighed in disgust at the length of the line for the cashiers. She swore softly under her breath at not getting her grocery shopping done sooner and being forced to endure the Christmas carols happily pouring out of the store’s speakers, the well-wishing of the various patrons and employees, and the general merriment of those around her. Her mood had gone from bad to worse as she stood behind her cart with her dark musings. She fumbled with her purse and ground her teeth in frustration as it slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor.

“Here, I’ll get that for you,” a man said behind her.

“No thanks; I’m quite capable of…” she began, only to recognize her unwanted helper as the guy who’d pushed his own cart against her bottom.

“Hey, it’s the least I can do for someone I’ve offended so deeply,” he replied.

He was cute, a hands-breath taller than her five-foot, five-inch frame. He had a wiry build, with a well maintained crop of brown hair, deep eyes of the same shade, and a small mustache. His handsome face was twisted up into an amused smirk that made her want to strangle him at first, but in those eyes she saw something she recognized.

“My name’s Curt Macmillan,” he remarked as he handed her the offending handbag. “What’s your name?”

“Margo Williams,” she replied in a kinder, but still guarded tone.

“Well, Margo, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I see you’ve managed to keep your cart under control this time.”

He laughed at her sarcastic remark, and it was a merry sound that rumbled from deep within his chest. He seemed to either miss or dismiss her retort as if it hadn’t occurred.

“Are you ready for Christmas?” he asked.

“I don’t celebrate it,” she stated bluntly.

“Are you Jewish?”

“I don’t believe in God; not anymore.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“You don’t want to know, you’re just making time pass more quickly here,” she shot back with a sudden flash of anger.

“You’re pretty angry; are you always this aggressive or is it just due to this time of the year?”

“What’s with you, Curt?”

“Just wanted to talk to a pretty woman today, I guess.”

“Well, you’ve gotten your wish; now leave me alone.”

“I’m alone as well this Christmas, the first time in my life.”

“We all have a story and I’m not in the mood for yours.”

“I can’t help but wonder why a girl like you would be so jaded and spiteful at Christmas,” he persisted in a serious tone.

“Because of this!” she fired back; then she lifted the hem of her long skirt and displayed the abomination that jutted into her left shoe. A gasp issued forth from all the people around her as she proudly displayed her battle wound for all of them to gawk at and mumble about. She took great delight in those who cringed at the sight of her prosthesis and moved away as if it was a bomb. Muttering murmurs that commented on her leg and her bold, disturbing action seemed to brand her as a pariah, and the line quickly dispersed to reform elsewhere. As an unexpected bonus, she had a clear path to the cashier.

Curt was still there. “Okay, so your shoes are a bit ugly,” he joked with a laugh. “Is that any way to treat people like a scratching post?”

Margo was taken aback by his reply. Not only did he make a joke about the situation, he hadn’t moved away like she was some leper. She gazed at Curt to see if he just had a really good poker face, or he was being sincere. He seemed sincere for the most part.

“Well, they were the only ones I could find in my size.” She laughed back and the spitefulness in her heart seemed to slacken a bit.

“Well, if that’s the biggest problem you have, there’s a shoe store next door.”

“Funny guy…”

Margo couldn’t help it but snicker heartily at his audacious and bold remarks; she found herself suddenly wondering about Curt in a more human manner.

“Hey, can I buy you a coffee?”

“Really?” she retorted, with surprise in her tone.

“You do drink coffee, right?”

“I’ve been known to.”

“There’s a small cafĂ© right around the corner; let’s go there.”

Margo found herself smiling and nodding her head in the affirmative, but all the while bracing herself for another guy looking for a quick one-night stand with a one legged invalid who he felt wouldn’t say no.


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