When my best friend found out I'd be alone over Christmas, she hooked me up with a week's stay in her family's cabin in Idaho. I was on a publishing deadline for my latest book and was really looking forward to a cozy week by the fire, cuddled up in flannel pajamas with my laptop and hot chocolate. Alone. So imagine my surprise when I arrived at the cabin during a blizzard and found it already occupied by an all too familiar face and a fine pack of chiseled abs. Even though it had been ten years since I'd last seen Chase, he had no problem picking up exactly where we left off. I had a big problem with it. It didn't matter what he threw at me, the old nickname, the teasing, his charming grin, or even those chiseled abs (did I already mention those?), I refused to let him get to me after ... the incident. Nope, not me. I was made of stone. Unfortunately, I'm beginning to understand that when you strike Chase against stone? you get sparks.
Series:
Pride and pranks Steel, Cindy. Pride and pranks. Spoken word.
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