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EXCLUSIVE TEASER FROM H. HUNTING
Little Lies by Helena Hunting writing as H. Hunting“Do you remember the organic chemistry test I had last week?”
“Sure.” I don’t, but I’m hoping to hurry this along so he can get to the point.
“No, you don’t.” He nibbles my earlobe.
“You’re right. I don’t. What happened with the organic chemistry test?”
“I aced it.”
“Awesome. You deserve to be duct-taped to your computer chair for that.” I’m mostly serious.
Kodiak groans against my neck, and my skirt bunches up as he cups me. “Anyway, do you know what happened right before I took that test?” He rubs slow circles on me through my tights; it’s delicious and not nearly enough.
“No clue,” I whisper-moan.
“I ate you out, and you came all over my face.”
I can feel my cheeks flushing, partly at the memory, partly at how insanely wet it made me then, and how wet I am now.
“It’s all I can think about, and I really need to be able to focus on this test so I can do well.”
“We don’t have time to go home for a pussy buffet, Kodiak.”
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Shopping for a Yankee Swap ~ Coming 12.23.20
ALL NEW Declan and Shannon book!
Christmas is nostalgia heaven for my family (unless you count the Christmas tree fire, which we won’t…).
Mom owns more holiday decorations than twelve area malls combined. Dad prides himself on hand-chopping the best live tree, while my older sister perfected peppermint cookies to the point of orgiastic bliss, and my younger sister has memorized every Christmas carol with her fingers for a piano bash that goes on and on.
And on.
But this year, Christmas is different.
This year, the McCormick men are joining the Yankee Swap.
You know how it works, right? Bring the craziest gift you can possibly find, pick a number, open the presents in order and play “steal the gift” until person Number One gets one last chance to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.
My husband, Declan, is on a mission to win. He’s so sure he can find the absolutely, positively, unreservedly weirdest gift that he’s willing to go to any extreme to find it.
Any extreme.
That’s right.
He’s going thrift store shopping with my mother. The billionaire and the frugal queen are on a quest.
Only one will win.
And on Christmas evening, after we’re stuffed silly, sung out, the kids fall asleep and the adults break out the bizarre presents and the alcohol, it’ll be showtime.
Because there ain’t no competition like a McCormick competition.
But the Jacoby family has a trick or ten up its sleeves, too.
Tree picking in glorious, downeast Maine. Snow. Santa. Roaring fires, people you love, and a good life.
Tree picking in glorious, downeast Maine. Snow. Santa. Roaring fires, people you love, and a good life. What more could a guy want?
