Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Home For The Holidays by Rochelle Alers Launch Day Blitz

There's no place like home for the holidays, especially for divorced pastry chef Iris Nelson. After escaping an abusive marriage, she's found peace on charming Cavanaugh Island. As the holiday approaches, Iris looks forward to spending it with her newfound best friend's family . . . and their very handsome visitor.

On leave from Afghanistan, Army Master Sergeant Collier Ward is excited to be reunited with his family for Christmas. But the best gift of all may be this warm, beautiful stranger who joins them for the festivities. With his visit coming to an end, Collier can't deny the heat smoldering between them. Yet Iris can't help but wonder if it's just the glow of the season-and one night of passion-or a true miracle of love that will change their lives forever . . . 
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Iris folded her hands at her waist.  “How long will it take for me to find out everything I need to know about you, Mr. Special Forces?”
Collier’s body stiffened in shock, he momentarily speechless.  How had she known? Had Tracy told Iris about his military background?  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Iris took a step, bringing them within inches of the other.  “Yes, you do, Collier.  I grew up an Army brat and my father retired last year as a full bird, so the fact that you’re in the military and Tracy has been as closed-mouthed as a clam about you speaks volumes.”  She rested a hand on his chest.  “There are no photographs of you anywhere in this house and she’s never mentioned you by name.  That means you’re Delta Force, Green Beret, Ranger or Navy SEAL.  Please don’t insult my intelligence by denying it.”
He covered her hand with his free one.  “If you know so much, you also know it’s not something we can talk about. What do you want me to say?”
She rose on tiptoe. “Just tell me I’m right.”
Collier stared at her mouth under lowered lids.  He wanted to kiss her.  Really kiss Iris with the passion he found hard to control whenever they were together.  “You’re right,” he whispered. 
            “Thank you,” she drawled, barely able to keep the laughter from her voice.  She executed a snappy salute, then turned on her heels and walked in the direction of the kitchen, Collier’s eyes fixed on her hips in the fitted jeans.
Oh, this was going to be interesting.  Time to step up his game.


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