Holiday Hope – Media Kit
by
Libby Campbell
When Charles is dumped at the altar, will Hannah be able to mend his aching heart?
Blurb:
Hannah Hansen is only hoping for one thing this Christmas: someone to share her life. She’s not asking for the hottest male model, but please Santa, could he be a little bit alpha? Sensitive new age guys make great friends, but men who are decisive and slightly bossy make her tingle all over.
Then handsome, rich Steve Shewchuk invites her to be his last-minute, plus one at a wedding. Hannah’s hopes soar as Steve’s definitely the dominant type. But before their date is off the ground, Hannah realizes she has made a mistake. Steve’s veneer of an appealing alpha personality hides his thoughtless self absorption. In response to a call from the distressed bride-to-be, he drops Hannah a block from the church, forcing her to walk through a driving rainstorm alone.
Hannah arrives at the church, soaked to the skin, with her expensive hairdo ruined. She realizes her hopes for a future with Steve have washed down the drain along with her mascara. When the groom, charming Charles Descôteaux helps her in her moment of distress, there is an instant, electrical connection between them.
Could Charles be the assertive man she’s been hoping for? When Charles needs her help, will she be brave enough to rally to his side?
This book is offered free as a thank you to everyone who reads my books. Happy holidays however you spend them.
Disclaimer: Holiday Hope is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book.
Excerpt
As Steve sped off, his tires sent up a tidal wave of water that drenched the hem of the long cape. Hannah sighed. Her shoes were soaked, her feet were wet, and now she’d have to have the cloak dry-cleaned before giving it back to Judy. How much would it cost to get something this big cleaned she wondered, kidding herself that she might have to take out a bank loan.
She walked toward the church, her eyes on the ground in front of her, hoping to avoid getting any wetter than she was. As she always did in an uncomfortable situation, she invented a drama to suit her circumstances. She imagined herself as an important ambassador to a royal event, the last to arrive. Her cape billowed around her, adding to her sense of drama and being from a faraway place. The drumming of the rain, car tires sloshing along the swamped street, and music pouring from a nearby club churned into a deafening thunder. A noble emissary like her wouldn’t be so easily deterred from her mission.
As she reached the outside the church, head bent, she didn’t notice that the canopy over the stairs was sagging with collected water. Nor did she hear a groomsman yell for everyone to stand back as he pushed a wide-mouthed broom into the sagging trough of the canopy.
At the exact moment that the water from the swollen belly of the canopy flooded over the side, Hannah stepped under the deluge. The force of it swept her hood off, soaked her hair and face, and drenched her from the inside out.
In seconds, her two-hundred-dollar hair style collapsed around her shoulders. Under the vintage dress, the sexy lingerie she’d put on in case she got lucky was now pasted to her skin by icy autumn rainwater, muddy from the dust that had been clinging to the canopy. Her feet swam in her shoes. Every ounce of resolve that she’d made to pass the evening with grace and finesse disappeared with the soaking.
The usher, a tall man who resembled a younger Dr. Descôteaux, looked at her in open-mouthed horror. A gasp rose over the crowd who’d heard the warning and moved out of harm’s way.
Hannah stood, gazing into the far distance. “Fuck,” she said quietly and with little emotion, as though what had happened had been inevitable. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books:
The Lighthouses of Devmaer
Bound to the Admiral, book 1
Time Travel:
Holiday stories (novellas)
Contemporary Romance:
Libby Campbell in her own words:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club.
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.
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Thanks Anita - best of the holidays to you.
ReplyDeleteI hope readers enjoy spending time with this couple as much as I did. :-)
Libby