Today the Writing Wenches group released their first anthology composed of twenty-one holiday-themed romance stories. The book is gigantic—750 pages so it’s a steal at a price of $4.99 for the e-book version. What makes this book unique though is that the writers do not all write in the same sub-genre. Although most of the writers do write romance some write contemporary, young adult, fantasy, historical, etc. Each writer’s unique voice and style comes through every story. Anthologies are usually a great way to discover new writers and I have no doubt you will find your next favorite writers within this book.
I write contemporary romance. I want to share a sneak peek of my story.
Risk-taker Christine has been in love with her best friend, Hunter, all her life. She’s fun, smart, and pretty in an average sort of way.
Hunter, on the other hand, hides his Mr. Yummy Self underneath his boring three-piece suits and winged-tip shoes.
They say opposites attract so these two should get on like a house on fire. Except for the one small problem of Hunter being oblivious to Christine because he’s still grieving for his dead wife.
Fed up waiting for Hunter to start living again, Christine decides to move on. Finding his best friend suddenly unavailable, Hunter’s well-ordered life turns upside down.
Desperate to have Christine back in his life, Hunter learns that he too can throw caution to the wind, consequences be damned.
“You’re crying. Why?”
“Nothing,” she said again. It was beginning to sound like a mantra, and he wanted to shake her to get a different answer.
“‘Nothing’ is not going to make me go away. I flew across the country to see you.”
“You said you were here for business.” She shook her head and wiped her tears with her hands in the most ungracious, yet adorable way Hunter had ever seen. She had no artifice at all. She was pretty in a conventional way. Men were attracted to her confidence, her candid, sometimes shocking ways, and she was intriguingly, and ridiculously smart.
“You,” he said, wiping her tears with his fingers. Her skin was soft, tinged with color. She looked vulnerable, beautiful, and so young. “You’re the business.”
He leaned in to kiss her forehead. It was a gentle kiss, the kind that offered reassurance to her but more importantly to him. When he was about to move away, she lifted her head. He wasn’t sure who moved. Probably him. Maybe her. But there was a strong pull he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time in a long time, he was compelled to touch another person, no, not just another person, but her, Christine. The moment his lips touched hers, everything else disappeared. There was no sound, no air, no smell, just the feel of Christine’s lips on his. There was no hesitation in that kiss. It was zero to sixty within a breath. He pulled her into his arms, crushing her against him. Her arms went around his neck. When his tongue touched hers, everything exploded around him, within him. Feelings that had been alien to him for the last five years came running to the fore with a force that surprised him. He felt her push him into the couch. He fell, willingly, taking him with her. Her hands found their way under his shirt. Everywhere she touched him, his muscles contracted. Her hands felt unfamiliar, yet strangely enough, he knew the feel of her. It was like coming home. That single thought was all it took. Good God, what was he doing?