BOOK INFORMATION
Snowed In
A Southern Comfort Novella
A Southern Comfort Novella
By: Sarah Title
Releasing February 17th, 2015
Lyrical Press
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BOOK SUMMARY
There’s
nothing like a hot kiss on a cold day…
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Maureen O’Connell might have predicted she’d find herself crying into the ice
cream case at the supermarket after a bad breakup—but she definitely never
imagined that a guy hot enough to melt the Rocky Road would flirt with her
right there in the freezer aisle. Only Gavin Fraser isn’t a fantasy, he’s a
mouth-watering new flavor…
When a
freak snowstorm strands Maureen at Gavin’s after just one date, it’s a perfect
excuse for something a lot steamier than hot chocolate in front of the fire.
It’s definitely lust. Can it also be love?
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By the
time she got to the ice cream freezer, Maureen couldn’t hold it in any more. So
she just let it go. Why not?
It was a
Friday night. Now that she was apparently single, why not let fat, ugly tears
stain her oversized, hooded sweatshirt while she stood in the ice cream aisle
of the grocery store?
“There’s
frozen yogurt, you know.”
Maureen
jumped and turned to see . . . well, a god. He was at least a head taller than
she. His brown hair was a smidge too long and curled into the collar of his
flannel shirt. His jaw was strong and sharp—a man face. His dark eyebrows
emphasized deep blue eyes—eyes that were looking at her with curiosity,
sympathy, and, if she wasn’t mistaken, a hint of mischief.
“I’m
sorry?”
“If you’re
so upset about the calories, try frozen yogurt.” “Oh, no, it’s not that, it’s
just—” Maureen was stammering.
Stammering
in front of a god.
“Kidding.”
“Oh. Ha.”
Bad jokes. Okay, so he wasn’t perfect.
“Sorry. I
do my best work in produce.” Damn, that was cute. He’s definitely perfect,
Maureen thought as she stood there dumbly, unable to process the perfection of
his face (and those shoulders—even through his beat-up leather jacket she could
see he had strong shoulders).
Not to
mention the fact that a god was making bad jokes at her while she stood crying
with the freezer door open.
“Can I
just—” He reached around her for a pint of mint chocolate chip.
“Oh, my
gosh, yes, sorry.” Maureen completed that articulate thought by backing into
her shopping cart.
“Hey, easy
now,” the god said as he placed a steadying hand on her arm. Even through her
sweatshirt she could feel his hand was warm and strong.
“Listen,
are you okay?”
“What?
Yes! I’m fine.”
“It’s just
that I don’t always see beautiful women crying in front of the ice cream.”
Ha.
Beautiful. “Where do you usually see them crying?” He laughed. “Nowhere, if I
can help it.” “Well, I don’t usually do this. I’m just a little . . .
emotional,” she sniffed, wiping her nose on her sleeve. Smooth, Maureen. Real
smooth.
“I can see
that.”
“I didn’t
mean to bother you.”
“The only
thing that will bother me is if I leave this store without seeing you smile. I
bet you have a great smile.” She raised an eyebrow. Was he flirting? He was
pretty sure of himself. Probably came from being so perfect.
“Ah, a look
of disdain,” he said. “We’re getting somewhere.
So, what’s
it gonna take to make you smile?” “Maybe I just don’t feel like smiling, okay?
Maybe I have nothing to smile about.”
“Did your
dog die?”
“What?”
“Is that
why you’re crying? Your dog?” “No, I don’t have a dog.”
“Did you
lose your job?”
“No.”
“Inoperable
cancer?”
“No!
That’s not funny.”
“Well,
what else is there to cry about?” “My boyfriend, okay? My stupid boyfriend
decided after two years that he’s ‘not feeling it’ so he dumped me.” “Idiot.”
“And I was
naked!”
She caught
him looking her up and down, no doubt taking in her spinster sweats and
frazzled hair. “Double idiot.” “Yeah, right.”
“You know
what you need?”
“A hit
man?”
He laughed
again, quick and smooth. “No. What you need is someone to take your mind off
your boyfriend. Exboyfriend.” “Are you propositioning me? In a grocery store?”
He looked a little flustered, but soldiered on. “I’ve seen it dozens of times.
Beautiful, sharp women dropped by undeserving idiot men. And you’re going to go
home and drown your sorrows in ice cream and wonder what you did wrong.” “Are
you suggesting I shouldn’t eat ice cream?” “Hey, I’ve got no problem with ice
cream,” he said, indicating the pint melting in his cart. “I have a problem
with you feeling bad.”
“You don’t
even know me.”
“I know
you’re gorgeous.”
Maureen
snorted.
“Okay,
almost a smile. Have a drink with me?” He took a step forward.
Maureen
felt somewhere in the back of her mind that she should step back. But he
smelled good, like that crisp Irish soap she loved, so she didn’t.
Instead,
she matched his step forward.
“Gorgeous,
huh?”
“Absolutely.
I love this hair.” He fingered a blonde curl that had escaped her ponytail.
“Your freckles are adorable.” He ran a finger over her cheeks. “Your lips,” he
ran a thumb over her lower lip, and Maureen couldn’t take it anymore.
She took
that last step, closing the distance between them, and his mouth came down to
meet hers. His lips were soft and warm, and she felt his fingers gently tickle
her neck as she opened her mouth to let him in.
All of her
tension, all of her heartache rushed out of her the moment her tongue touched
his. At first he was tentative, but she began to wrestle his mouth, fighting to
get closer.
His hands
moved boldly down her back, pulling her hips until she slammed into him. She
threw her arms around his neck and tilted her head so he could move deeper,
deeper, exploring her with teeth and tongue. She lifted her foot onto the lip
of the open freezer, tipping her knee out so she cradled his hips and the
impressive bulge in his jeans. She clamped her fingers in his hair to get a
hold on him because she thought she was melting away and she wasn’t ready for
this to be over. This was nothing like kissing Dave. This man was a complete
stranger and his kiss possessed her, bewitched her more thoroughly than Dave
ever had. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet so
she was pressed against him, molded to solid muscle. He felt so strong and so
sure.
But a girl
had to breathe. Reluctantly, she pulled back and he gently lowered her to the
ground. She was glad to see he was as dazed and breathless as she was.
“Whoa.”
His simple
exclamation, said on a swift exhale, hit her right in the gut. She had done
that to him. She, disheveled and in sweatpants, had flummoxed a god.
She looked
up into those deep blue eyes, still dark with passion.
And she
smiled.
“I guess I
do have something to smile about.”
CAT'S REVIEW
"Snowed In" by Sarah Title - a Southern Comfort Novella. This one tells the story of Maureen and Gavin. After being dumped by her boyfriend, Gavin finds Maureen crying in the ice cream aisle of the grocery store. They share a scorching kiss but then she disappears. I liked Gavin - he seemed to be good natured and fun and a caring soul. Of course, the fact he was hot doesn't hurt either. Maureen was an ok character for me - I'm not really sure why I just couldn't fully connect with her. At times I really liked her and other times, not. The relationship does move super fast, which, for me, is a tough one to swallow. I believe in connections and even caring deeply for someone pretty fast but this was lightning speed. However, despite that, the story had several really light moments that made me smile and chuckle. Pippa, Gavin's neighbor, is a hoot too. It was a pleasant story that, even though it is part of the Southern Comfort series, can certainly be read as a standalone. (Received copy from NetGalley for honest review)
★★★.5
AUTHOR INFO
By
day, Sarah Title is a (sort of) mild-mannered librarian in West Virginia, and
by night, she writes funny, steamy, comfort reads. Sarah holds a B.A. in English from Vassar
College and an M.L.S. from Indiana University.
Her first book, Kentucky Home, was released by eKensington in April
2013. The follow-up novella, “Kentucky
Christmas,” came out, surprisingly, the following December. She also contributed to the anthology, Delicious,
with Lori Foster and Lucy Monroe.
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