Behind door number 4 of my advent calendar is one of my own books, Unexpected Christmas, released in December 2017. I had already written two Christmas stories last year and wasn’t going to write a third when Axel and Danny popped into my head and refused to leave. And I’m glad they did!
Blurb
All alone, caught in a blizzard—without a coat—on Christmas Day. Would you accept a ride from a huge guy looking like a serial killer?
Daniel Erickson stormed out of his family celebration after choking on his turkey served with a side of bigotry. Utterly miserable, he reluctantly lets himself be charmed by the hulk of a man and gets into his car…hoping he won’t be ax murdered.
Axel Wilson—Ax for short, unfortunately—is a sweetheart. Really. He may be badass-looking but his heart melts into goo at the mere mention of his four-year-old niece. Surely, he’s not dangerous?
Thrown together by family drama, they spend the evening getting to know each other. Axel is nothing like Daniel expected. But it doesn’t matter that he loves poetry, is gentle and patient—and hot!—Daniel is absolutely not falling in love at first sight. There’s no such thing.
Right…?
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Giveaway
Just so you won’t think I’m a self-absorbed asshole for featuring my own books, I’m bribing you with a giveaway! 🙂 Every time I feature one of my own books, there will be a giveaway, so say you still like me! 🙂
This time, I’m giving away two books from my backlist, winner’s choice. The giveaway ends on Friday 7th.
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Today’s quote from the book:
I let out a giddy yelp as it slowed down, but it got stuck in my throat when the driver rolled down the window.
He was huge and couldn’t hold his head upright without banging it on the ceiling. Big steel gauges adorned both his ears—at least an inch and a half wide—and his hair was black and so closely cropped it resembled a five o’clock shadow more than an actual haircut.
“You need a ride?” he asked and his voice was deeper than the Mariana Trench, perfectly matching his frightening appearance. Black tattoos crept up his neck and snaked down his hands below his sleeves. His shoulders were wide, his muscles strained the sleeves of his thick black jacket, and his cheeks were hollow. I was one second from shitting myself.
“I’m not riding with a serial killer!” The words slipped out of my mouth and I groaned. I couldn’t have kept my mouth shut for five fucking seconds to avoid being chopped up and thrown to the wolves?
Today’s song to go with the story
Adeste Fideles by Bing Crosby because Ax sings it so beautifully – even the parts in Latin – that Danny gets over his dislike of Bing Crosby.
Nell Iris 