| Justin Proffitt is the only eight-year-old he knows whose parents
still believe in Santa Claus. Its so embarrassing sometimes, but they
insist he's real. They say they know because he introduced them one
Christmas.
Eighteen months after the death of his six-year-old son, Daniel, Jesse Proffitt was riding his motorcycle with nowhere to go and no one to be with on Christmas Eve. That was the way he wanted it. His wife had left him a year ago, but he'd left her emotionally long before that. He was trying to outrun the pain of losing his son. Anna was always alone at Christmas. The few boyfriends she'd ever had always left before the holidays. This year she was driving to her sister's house for a Christmas party that her Mom and Dad were also attending. She could already hear them nagging about when was she going to settle down. She stopped at a convenience store for coffee and there he was. He looked good in those leather pants. She'd never reacted this way to a man before, let alone a stranger. He looked at her. Those eyes! He had the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen. She could get lost in those eyes. She wondered why he was alone and traveling on Christmas Eve. And that's just the first time she sees him! When they meet again, sparks really begin to fly... Holiday Inn by Shelby Reed is a sugar-plum sweet, yet poignant love story filled with some of the hottest and most loving explicit sex I've read in some time. The scenes in which Anna and Jesse get to know each other and finally give in to the physical draw they both feel are extraordinarily sweet and scorching hot. This is the story of two lonely people who overcome their suffering and loneliness with a little Christmas magic from St. Nick. As you go rushing around with more to do than there are hours in the day, Holiday Inn is just what you need to put you back in touch with the spirit of the season.
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Reviewer: Karen H. |