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Sharing today an excerpt from new release His Christmas Miracle.

In this, Kyle and Chrissie have a peaceful moment but again end up in a brawl 🙂

Enjoy!

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‘I enjoyed today,’ Chrissie told him as they drew up at the villa. Her gaze sparkled with the glaze of amethysts, causing him to breathe in slowly and deeply.
‘It’s not over yet. We can go down to the beach together.’ He hadn’t really planned to say that.
‘OK. I’ll get my beach things and meet you in…ten minutes?’ She didn’t want to think about his reasons any more.
Kyle felt a surge of excitement he hadn’t felt in a long time. ‘Done.’
Evening rays were still quite warm as they settled on the almost deserted beach. They sipped coconut water from the green fruit, Chrissie having overridden Kyle’s frowning looks and insisting that he should also have it. In companionable silence, they watched the rushing of waves coming in and receding.
‘Want to try the water?’
‘Sure.’
He peeled off his tee. Chrissie tried not to let her gaze get glued to his torso. She’d known he was fit, but the clothes had hidden the ripple of honed muscles and broad chest. His trunks clung to lean hips and exposed long powerful thighs and muscled legs.
‘Come on,’ he prompted, his voice lazy and decadent or so it seemed. She obeyed, getting rid of the long shift she wore. Her tummy didn’t show the pregnancy as yet, though she had gained a gentle convexity though indulgence in the delicious food Tonya cooked.
She didn’t know he noticed or not because she took care not to look directly at him, instead focusing on the waves ahead.
Kyle held her hand firmly and found himself resisting the impulse to trace the indentation of her spine as she kept a little ahead. Her modest bikini was almost one piece, her waist covered at the sides. Probably to keep from getting too much sun. The deep blue of the fabric stretched over her like a second skin. Her breasts were fuller than the dress had hinted, the deep V of her cleavage enhanced by the bra. She couldn’t fail to notice his scrutiny surely. Small, curvy and saucy, she made him lose track of where he was and why. He had to drag his gaze away from her.
The water was choppy. They soon turned back. Chrissie urged him to give in to the persistent plea of a water sports renter, but he shook his head firmly. A few groups strolled up and the man went away to try his luck with the late comers.
Kyle ran a hand through his hair and flopped on to his towel, exercising his shoulders to get rid of the knot between them.
‘Tired?’ Chrissie rubbed herself dry.
‘No.’
‘Stubborn,’ she awarded.
He laughed. ‘OK. Just a bit.’ He reached up to rub his neck. ‘You’ve led me through quite a chase, so… you’ve got a few blisters still,’ he said, glancing at her stomach.
‘It’s fine. Almost healed.’
‘Thank God. I was scared that time.’
‘How did you find me?’ It crossed her mind that he’d said Dan refused to tell him where she was.
‘Your brother’s wife, Tonya, told me. Thanks for the message by the way. I was going crazy wondering where were you and what were you planning.’
‘How could you?’ Her annoyance with him returned. ‘Didn’t I get through to you how concerned I was about the baby too?’
‘Yes, but hey you said yourself, I’m a worrier. I had to come and see for myself,’ he said softly. ‘Things happened just too fast. First all the hoopla about Sophie…Zuzana…’
She relaxed a fraction. ‘I know it was hard on you. You never suspected, did you? She –
was she a normal wife to you?’ She blushed and added hastily, ‘I mean, a good sort of wife?’ What had made her ask that? The need to know how this so accurate and sharp man had been bamboozled.
‘Very much a good wife, I should say.’ His mouth twisted. ‘I wouldn’t say caring, but she did all the right things at the right time. She’d take care of everything and judged exactly what I wanted or needed. Breakfast ready on the dot. Clothes laid out. When I came home, music would be playing. Classical or jazz, which I liked. She’d massage my shoulders and let me relax.’
She coughed deliberately. ‘I get the picture.’ Next, he’d be telling her about their bedtime stories.
‘Don’t worry. I’m not going into our sex life,’ he said sardonically, reading her mind.
‘You seemed so immersed in fond memories.’ His mouth tightened and too late she realized her mistake. They could simply not get on well. She closed her eyes briefly. ‘I – we should leave now. I’ll be late for dinner.’
He turned the stormy blue eyes on her and this time she couldn’t escape the force of his gaze. ‘Don’t go rushing off. We can dine together.’
Her eyes were level with his as he leaned closer in an effort to persuade her. She hesitated, in that fraction of time acutely conscious of his nearness. The water droplets shone on his smooth skin. Velvet skin covering steel like muscles. His stomach was so flat, ridged by corded brawn. On his chest, a dark fuzz spread, tapering down to discontinue and then reform just below his navel. She inhaled slowly as her lungs felt deprived of air. He was virile, hot blooded, and she was…
A pregnant female, she reminded herself.
He was inviting her to spend time with him for the sake of his baby. Not because he wanted her company for himself.
She said, laughing lightly, ‘What? Another meal with you? That would be extending the day to boring.’
His mouth curved, but his eyes hardened. She recognized the smile for the mocking travesty it was. ‘Oh, hardly boring. Women vie to have the chance.’
‘How nice. Do grab yourself some while you’re about,’ she said politely.
‘Oh, I will. Quite a lot of leggy beauties around here.’
She glanced at the tanned lanky female forms lounging around. He was staring at a group of beachwear clad girls standing nearby. Chrissie felt her fists clench. ‘Nice to see you’re recovering well from the Sophie escapade.’
He gave her a dark look. ‘I’m a single man now. In a holiday spot. Why shouldn’t I live it up?’
‘Please do,’ she snapped. ‘I’ll be fine walking back. Don’t let that thought stop you.’
‘Many thanks for being understanding.’ Abruptly, he got up and went away. She saw him chatting to a laughing Indian girl, wearing a shapely sarong like beach dress which fell open at neck and showed her deeply cut bikini top. Jealousy pierced her. She tried to ignore them but the girl laughed too loudly at all of his comments. Ego panderer, she thought resentfully, busying herself in clicking selfies. Then they got up and Kyle led her to his car. Chrissie felt like throwing a coconut at his windshield as he backed the shiny red sedan out and they drove away. She turned her head away from where they had disappeared and stared over the waves. Why should she bother?

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Blurb:

Chrissie’s impossible wish…

Kyle Masson’s marriage has been a sham. Now after two years of apparent happiness, all he’s left with, is a surrogate mother, pregnant with his child. Determined to at least be a proper father, he is ready to care for her throughout her pregnancy. But his experience has left him suspicious. Duped by one woman, he’s determined not to let Chrissie out of his sight. So, when she plans a trip to India without his knowledge, Kyle follows hot on her heels.
Chrissie feels oppressed by her situation. Kyle’s heavy-handed tactics are driving her mad and to complicate matters even further, she’s seriously attracted to him. Surely she can’t be drawn to a man this bossy? And then as she gets to know him, an insidious, impossible dream begins. That her baby should have both parents.
As compelling attraction drives them together, that wistful yearning appears to take on a hazy form.
But Chrissie knows her dreams are poised to be shattered. For she is bound to be only a surrogate, never a real mum.
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