Are you ready for Tiffany King’s new novella CROSS COUNTRY CHRISTMAS? A part of The Woodfalls Series, this contemporary romance novella is a perfect holiday addition to the series! And it’s Releasing today!! You aren’t going to want to miss getting your hands on this novella. See below for all of the information on CROSS COUNTRY CHRISTMAS and Tiffany King, as well as where to find her. But first, check out this excerpt from the novella!
“Why do you care so much?” he asked,
scooting the tray to the foot of the bed and moving closer to me.
My body reacted to his close proximity. “What makes you think I
care?” I said breathlessly as he inched closer.
“I think you care a lot,” he said, dropping his eyes to my mouth.
I swallowed hard as his mouth hovered close to mine. “Tell me you haven’t
been thinking about this,” he said, stroking a thumb over my bottom lip.
“Have you?” I whispered.
“Jams, I’ve been thinking about this longer than I can remember,” he
said, crushing his lips to mine. His words rang through my head, but there was
no way I could make sense of them when his lips felt so good. I responded with
a small moan when his tongue trailed across the same spot where his thumb had
been. My pleasure filled acceptance affected him and he dragged me into his
arms, deepening the kiss. A shiver rippled down my body as our tongues found each
other. I gripped the hem of his shirt, wanting him closer. Hearing my unspoken
plea, he settled the upper half of his body on top of mine. I gasped with
pleasure, running my fingers up under his shirt. I could feel the firmness of
his muscles and smoothness of his skin. It was almost my undoing when I felt
him tugging at my shirt moments before his hand glided over the sensitive skin
of my ribcage. My blood roared through me. His hand moved farther up to my
breasts and I bowed my body, whimpering against his lips. I wanted his touch
everywhere on my body.
“Jams, you’re seriously killing me,” he said raggedly against my
lips. He pulled back slightly.
“Is that good or bad?” I asked, running my hands up his torso. My
fingers trailed to the small patch of hair that disappeared down his jeans.
Ever since I’d seen him in nothing but his jockey shorts the other night, I’ve
fantasized about that small trail of hair.
“So good it almost hurts,” he said, leaning in for another kiss.
Before his lips could reach their destination, a beeping noise from downstairs
followed by the sound of voices in the hallway interrupted us.
“Really?” he asked incredulously, climbing off the bed. I couldn’t
help giggling. Of course something was going on. With our luck lately, I could
have almost set my watch by it.