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Workaholic Isaac hasn’t been back to his hometown since his father’s funeral two years earlier, pushing his family away because of a painful secret. Hanukkah and a forced vacation lure him back to Atlanta, where he’s reunited with his two lost loves—an old motorcycle and his sister’s best friend Giada. While rediscovering his passion for both the bike and the woman, Isaac rebuilds his heart.
Giada has lost her Christmas spirit since returning home to care for her dying parents. Left alone, she struggles to return to her successful teaching career, choosing instead to stay in her hometown. Only the unexpected return of her high school crush Isaac brings any joy to the season.
The transitive nature of Isaac’s visit and Giada’s fear of abandonment keep them from sharing their whole hearts, but certainly not their bodies. Their desire for each other is hotter than flames on a menorah and they take advantage of their limited time together by burning up the sheets. But once their secrets are revealed, their hearts will do all the thinking.
A Romantica® contemporary romance from Ellora’s Cave
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An
Excerpt From: REVVING UP THE HOLIDAYS
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© A.S. FENICHEL, 2013
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Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Giada
saw the light in the small window of the shop door. The last thing
she expected to see when she walked in was a sea of motorcycle parts
spread from one end of the room to the other. Isaac stood with his
back to her and ran his fingers through his dark hair as he stared
down at the array.
She
should have cleared her throat or something, but she couldn’t help
admiring his tall, lean body or the way his shoulders stretched the
polo shirt.
“My
God, what have you done?”
He
turned, looked at her and his faced completely changed. From the
intense face of a man with a problem, he transformed in an instant
with a smile that had her blushing right down to her panties. Did his
face light up that way just for her? No, he probably did it with
everyone, or at least all the women he saw. Charm had never been in
short supply with Isaac Backman. She was glad to see that hadn’t
changed.
“Mark
saved my old bike. I’m just fixing it up.” He walked over to
where she stood at the door.
“Fixing
it up? It looks as if you’ve completely destroyed it.” He stood
very close to her. How was it possible that after all of these years,
he still made her weak in the knees?
“Looks
can be deceiving, Giada.”
“I…
Sadie sent me out here to tell you that your mother is here and you
should join the party. They’re waiting on you to light the
menorahs.”
His
eyes narrowed on her. “Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?”
Of
all the things she expected him to say, that was not even close to
one of them. “Why?”
“Why?”
“I
mean, don’t you think you should spend some time with your family?
Why would you want to have dinner with me?”
“Really?
You don’t know why?”
She
shook her head. She knew her eyes must be the size of saucers. I may
swoon. Do women still swoon? Some might, but Giada didn’t. She
stilled her emotions.
He
stepped closer and leaned down until his lips were next to her ear.
“I’ve had a crush on you since we were teenagers. I may still
have a crush on you. I’d like to get to know you better. Have
dinner with me.”
Her
heart pounded so hard, she couldn’t believe she’d been able to
hear him at all. But she’d heard every softly spoken word and she
found herself nodding her acceptance before she could make herself
speak. “I get home at six-thirty. Can we make it seven?”
“I’ll
pick you up.”
“Not
on that, I hope.”
His
laughter shot directly from his lips to the already wet space between
her thighs.
A.S. Fenichel gave up a successful career in New York City to follow her husband to Texas and pursue her lifelong dream of being a professional writer. She’s never looked back.
A.S. adores writing stories filled with love, passion, desire, magic and maybe a little mayhem tossed in for good measure. Books have always been her perfect escape and she still relishes diving into one and staying up all night to finish a good story.
Multi-published in erotic paranormal, contemporary and historical romance, A.S. is the author of the Mayan Destiny series, Christmas Bliss and many more. With several books currently contracted to multiple publishers, A.S. will be bringing you her brand of romance for many years to come.
Originally from New York, she grew up in New Jersey, and now lives in the East Texas with her real life hero, her wonderful husband. When not reading or writing she enjoys cooking, travel, history, and puttering in her garden.
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When the waitress leaves her after delivering Ayden her food, I walk over and just as she’s about to take a bite, she looks up and we make eye contact. I can’t help the smirk spreading across my face, at the look of excitement, laced with worry, and could it be lust on her face? I don’t know what it is, but I hold her gaze for a couple of seconds before she looks down at her plate, denying me those beautiful jade eyes.
