All Major Patrick MacLean wanted was Christmas with the woman and child who were his family in everything but name. But Captain Samantha Egan has come back from the war a different woman than the one who left - and she doesn't know if she can love him anymore.
But neither of them counted on the determination of a little girl they both call daughter and if Natalie has her wish, her parents may have no idea what's coming for them. It's going to take Christmas miracle to bring these two wounded warriors back from the edge of a broken heart.
It was not a gentle kiss. It was not tame or timid or questioning.
It burned her down to the root of Sam's soul. It touched something deep and dark and hidden.
Something she'd thought was long since dead and buried and gone.
Patrick’s tongue slid against hers, stroking to life the very sensations she thought she'd never feel again.
It was electric, the feel of his mouth against hers. The scrape of stubble against her chin, the taste of him. The smell of his skin.
He nipped her. Pinched her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked it. And she sighed at the pleasure, at the raw ache his taste and touch aroused in her, pushing aside the darkness that haunted her.
Sam felt him. Felt everything. The heat of his skin. The warmth that drew her closer. That made her want to crawl into his lap and unzip his pants and push up that damned flannel shirt until they were skin to skin and there was nothing between them but sweat and heat.
One hand slid down her side. Tugged at her fleece and...
"Dear lord how many layers of clothing do you have on under this thing," he muttered against her lips.
She smiled. "You weren't wondering why I wasn't cold?"
"Well you'd be a champ at strip poker right about now," he murmured.
Then his fingers found her skin and she was no longer thinking.