Sunday, October 2, 2016

Christmas In Eternity Springs Blog Tour

"March's return to Eternity Springs exudes warmth, love and courage; all the elements of a cozy Christmas romance.” -RT Book Reviews AAS, Martin's Paperbooks

Christmas In Eternity Springs
Emily March
St. Martin's Press (Expected publication date October 4th, 2016)
320 pages
5 stars

Yes, it is early to start one's holiday reading, but what a wonderful way to get into the holiday mood.  This is a great new addition to the Eternity Spring series.  You do not need to start at the beginning of the series, but can just jump in, starting with this book.  You will most likely want to end up reading the others.  I started this series in the middle at #7, Miracle Road, another book set for the holidays and have read everyone from #7 to #12  and I'm slowly getting  to the previous ones.I love the entire Eternity Springs series, but her books that take place during the holiday season are even more special. When can I move to Eternity Springs?

EXCERPT of Christmas in Eternity Springs

In her apartment, he discovered she’d been busy since making the decision to move to Three Bears Valley.

“That’s a lot of boxes.”

“I know. I’m not quite sure how I’ve accumulated so much stuff. My closets aren’t that big. Of course, most of the boxes are filled with books.”

“That sound is my back groaning.”

She glanced at him in alarm. “You don’t have to help, Jax. I planned to hire some—”

He cut off her protest by placing his index finger against her lips. Her full, soft, cherry- red lips. His voice rough, he said, “I was teasing.”

She’d gone still. The pulse at her neck visibly fluttered.

Jax recognized that he’d made a mistake by touching her.

However, now that he’d done it, he couldn’t seem to stop.

He allowed his fi n ger to slide, stroking her bottom lip back and forth. Her mouth fell open. Back and forth. “Do you like to be teased, Miss Christmas?”

“No. Yes. It depends,” she replied, her voice low and breathy.

Jax chuckled softly. “ You’re quite a tease yourself.”

“Why do you say that?”

Had she swayed toward him as she spoke? Maybe so.

“You have mistletoe hung from every doorway in the building.”

“That’s not t- t- teasing. It’s marketing.” Her gaze was locked on his mouth. “Customers who shop with their significant others tend to love it. They linger.”

He lifted his free hand to her waist. “I like to linger.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yeah.” He pulled her closer. “I’ve been thinking about lingering since last July.”

“You have?”

“You ask a lot of questions, Miss Christmas.”

“I’m curious.”

“ You’re delicious.”

“How do you know?” she challenged. “You haven’t kissed me.”

“Now, you have a point right there. But like I said, I like to linger.”

He tilted her face up to him and finally . . . finally . . . lowered his mouth to hers.

Jax hadn’t kissed a woman in a very long time, and he wanted to savor the experience, so he lingered as promised. He nipped and nibbled and leisurely explored, banking the rising heat her response triggered and keeping the moment within the bounds of a totally appropriate first kiss.

So when it suddenly caught fi re, it caught him by surprise. He wasn’t aware of backing her against the wall. He didn’t consciously tug the tie of her apron and free the knot, then slip his hand beneath her blouse to skim across the downy softness of her skin. She tasted of peppermint—

of course she does, she’s Miss Christmas— and smelled of cinnamon and made him ache. For sex, oh, yeah, definitely for sex, but also for something more.

For home.

For hearth.

For love.

Whoa. That last was just what he needed to shock himself out of the sensual haze into which he’d fallen. He shifted his hands back to safer territory and broke the kiss, lifting his head and gazing down into her upturned face.

The vision of her lips pink and wet and swollen from his kiss proved irresistible. He needed one more taste, so he dove in again.

The one more taste became a second taste and then a third. Only when it threatened to flare out of control completely was he able to release her and take a step back. For a long minute, they gazed at one another in a bit of a daze. When Jax finally found his voice, he said, “Wow. You pack

a punch, Miss Christmas.”

The slow smile that spread across her face was as sweet as a candy cane. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a very long time.”

“That kiss is the nicest thing I’ve shared with anyone in a very long time,” he responded honestly.

She opened her mouth to speak, but hesitated. A shadow crossed her face and her teeth nibbled at that sweet lower lip. “What’s wrong?” Jax asked.

“I just . . . well . . . this is probably the absolutely wrong thing to say. Way too presumptive. But . . . after my last romantic disaster, I promised myself . . . you see . . . expectations are a dangerous thing. I don’t ever want anyone to think . . . I don’t want you to think . . .”

“Spit it out, Claire.”

“I like you, Jax. I really, really like you. And Nicholas, too. Like I said, I know this is presumptive, but I’d like to spend time with you. I’d like to share more . . .” She waved her hand about, obviously searching for a word. “More. But I’m not in the market for a relationship, and I want to be up- front about that.”

Copyright © 2016 by Emily March and reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Paperbacks.

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