Dixie's Gift












ISBN Digital: 9781509205226
Page Count: 53
Word Count: 12205
Rating: Sensual


Ellen Carter deeply grieves for her husband Dan, but at least she still has Dixie, her beloved Malinois. However, soon Dixie leaves her too. But the faithful dog cannot rest easy in heaven while her mistress is unhappy. Dixie pleads with the Archangel Michael to let her send help, and intercedes for Ellen in the only way she can. But will Ellen get the message, and more importantly, will she accept Dixie's gift?

Sexy newcomer Michael Burke can barely take enough time from his successful restaurant for a decent night's sleep, let alone romance. Still, he is intrigued by the beautiful widow and can't resist entering her shop. Sparks fly, and when Ellen has an accident in a snowstorm, he comes to her rescue. Trapped by a blizzard and aided by Dixie's Gift, Ellen and Michael find more than shelter--they find love.

Excerpt:

Her laugh rippled like shiny ribbons. He joined Ellen in the small kitchen and bent over the pot to smell the stew. “Mmm, needs a little more spice,” he murmured.

“Really? And you’re an expert?” She sniffed and lifted her chin.

“Sort of. I own Angelo’s. Have for several months now.” He opened a cabinet and checked her spice supply.

Her eyes widened and she stepped out of his way with a sharp nod. “Oh. Oh, well, I don’t know how much you’ll like this. I only cook for myself. Dixie liked the leftovers, though. So it couldn’t be that bad,” she babbled.

He caught her hand and tugged her close. “Hey. It looks great. I’m not complaining.” He brushed a wisp of her hair from her cheek. It clung like spider silk to his fingers.

He rubbed the strand and his heart raced. When her lips parted, he bent forward to taste their soft curve.

Sweet, so sweet, he thought as her mouth melded with his. His hands slowly slid from her slender shoulders to her waist. Soft as a feather, she sighed. Her curves fit against his hard chest like matching puzzle pieces.

The lights blinked, dimmed, and then flared back on.

They jerked apart and stared at the overhead light for a moment. It stayed on. Ellen exhaled with relief.

Michael swallowed his disappointment. Kissing Ellen might sound wonderful, but she was giving mixed messages. He had the feeling Ellen hadn’t kissed a lot of men.




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