Stealing Kisses in the Snow by Jo McNaly @harlequinbooks @tlcbooktours #bookreview #HarlequinBooks #readlovebemerry

Happy Wednesday all!

Delighted to share another festive sweet and heartwarming romance with you all! This was a wonderful clean romance that made me smile!💚❤️

My Thoughts

This was such a sweet heartwarming festive Romance! Jo McNally created such vivid characters, I feel as though I would know them if they were walking down the street. The setting was so charming. An old inn, a pink house, and a small town, yes yes and yes! This was a romance, but it was also so much more. The book really focused in on family dynamics and how grief impacts the family and how the different members of the family move on from it. Piper is a single mother of two, Lily a precocious four-year-old and Ethan a somber 14-year-old. Piper is starting over, working at this charming inn and has just purchased her own home. Her focus is on her children and she is certain there is no room in her heart for a man, she is still grieving the loss of her husband who died over three years ago. Logan, motorcycle driving tattooed bad boy arrives in town to help out with his grandmother’s inn. Logan is a Ramblin man never settling down in one place too long, he certainly does not have room for a single mother of two in his life. So what happens when two people who have no room for love fall in love? A lovely clean romance filled with love, family, and holiday cheer!

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About the Book

It’s Christmas in Rendezvous Falls, and love’s waiting to be unwrapped….

Single mom Piper Montgomery’s plate is full. Between her two adorable kids, two jobs, and a fixer-upper house, she’s so busy she can hardly see straight. But when rugged biker Logan Taggart strolls into the inn where she’s working, she can’t help but stare. He has bad boy written all over him. And with two kids relying on her, that’s the last thing she needs this Christmas.

Rendezvous Falls is nothing but a pit stop for Logan. Once his grandmother is back on her feet and ready to reclaim the inn, Logan can get back on the road. It’s where he belongs, even if his grandmother’s matchmaking book club try to convince him otherwise. Still, there’s something about beautiful spitfire Piper that makes him wonder if family and forever might just be what he needs after all.

But as the holidays draw ever closer, so do Piper and Logan. Could these polar opposites find that all they want this Christmas is each other?

Excerpt

Stealing Kisses in the Snow by Jo McNally

“What…oh my god… I can’t believe… I…”

Logan chuckled. “Breathe in and out. Nice and slow. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay! I just…you just…” She stared down at the floor. He had a feeling she was working herself into a panic. “I can’t believe I just did that. In the attic. I’m so sorry. You must think I’m…”

“Hey.” Laughter gone, he stepped forward and gently tugged her hands from her face. “Look at me, Piper.” He waited until she finally looked up. His chest tight¬ened. Was that shame he saw in her eyes? “Neither one of us has a damn thing to apologize for. The moment was right, and we took it.”

“I’m a mother.”

“You’re a woman.”

She threw her hands up. “Yes, I know. People keep reminding me!”

He cupped her face in his hands and smiled. “If I did my job right, you should be a very satisfied woman right now.”

She huffed out a nervous laugh. “You did your job very well, Logan. But I can’t believe I let that happen. In the middle of the afternoon! I mean, what if…”

He lowered his head and kissed her to stop the panic attack she was trying so hard to have. Judging from the way she pressed up onto her toes to kiss him back, she wasn’t objecting. His arms slid around her, cupping her buttocks and pressing her against his hardness. He raised his head and looked into her eyes. Eyes full of invitation. And hesitation.

“What if what, Piper? What if someone comes all the way up to the attic and finds us? What are the odds of that happening? There are only two rooms booked, and you know damn well those two women are more interested in each other than whatever we’re up to. And they told me at breakfast they were heading south to the museum in Corning. We won’t be seeing them until tonight, especially in this weather.” He kissed her again. He was losing all good sense and He. Did. Not. Care. “You just said your kids are gone for a few days. Iris sure won’t be interrupting us.” Another kiss. “It’s the first real snowstorm of the season, and the odds of anyone just dropping by are pretty slim. So if you want me to do that thing again…” He slid his hand down her behind and gave it a squeeze.

She dropped her forehead against his chest and shook it back and forth. “This is crazy. We can’t…”

“We can. If we want to.”

He waited. Not patiently, but he waited. He wouldn’t make a move without knowing that she was fully on

board. She was still looking down, head against him, talking to their feet.

“I want to. But Logan…it’s been…years. I’m afraid I’ll be needy. Or frantic. Or just really rusty.” He wanted to argue, but she had to work this out for herself. “A lot of my what-ifs are about me. What if I freak out? What if I’m not good at it anymore? What if I really like it? I still have two children. This isn’t being responsible…” Not liking the direction her self-talk was taking, he put his fingers under her chin and lifted it so he could look her straight in the eye when he spoke.

“I want you to be needy.” The corner of her mouth twitched upward as he spoke. “Frantic is good, too. I think you just proved you’re not rusty. If you freak out, we’ll stop. And the fact that you have two kids doesn’t stop me from getting a hard-on every time I look at you.”

She laughed at that, as if shocked at his admission. He knew how she felt—it was a shock for him, too. Her voice steadied.

“So…what exactly are we talking about here?”

Logan wasn’t sure how they’d gotten to this place, but holy hell. He was holding Piper Montgomery in his arms, ready to drop to his knees to beg her to have sex with him if he thought it would work. In the middle of a snowy afternoon. He didn’t want to wait for tonight. He didn’t want to wait until they left the attic, but it was a little chilly up here for what he had in mind. He traced his fingers across her cheek.

“We’re talking about you and me spending the af¬ternoon having guilt-free, worry-free sex. Like the two adults that we are.”