Wednesday, December 5, 2012
I Need You For Christmas Blog Tour
Review: I Need You for Christmas
by Leah Braemel
I absolutely loved I NEED YOU FOR CHRISTMAS. LabelsMeg and Ryan have been together for eight long years but life and circumstances had gotten in the way of them making things permanent. Meg is a Royal Mountie and Ryan is an artist who took care of his brother and sister after the death of his parents.
Tired of being separated and only seeing each other every few months Meg and Ryan each have a gift that will make this Christmas a memorable one.
First off Meg and Ryan are both very likeable. You can tell from the beginning that they are good people who have put their own needs ahead of family obligations. The love scenes are hot enough to melt the North Pole but the love that they have for each other just comes across each page. I cannot tell you to go and get this book fast enough.
I Need You For Christmas
Copyright © 2012 Leah Braemel
The scent of bacon and cinnamon and coffee penetrated Meg’s consciousness long before she convinced her eyelids to open. Accompanied by Ryan’s off-key warbling of “Baby It’s Cold Outside”, she stretched beneath the duvet and planned out her day. Which consisted of…what? Staying in bed all day was tempting, but that probably wasn’t an option, especially since she’d promised Amy she’d help her do her annual Christmas-cookie-making marathon.
Grumbling about having to get up, yet excited to be spending the day with Ryan, she tossed back the covers and padded to the washroom. Once she’d had a shower and dressed, she wandered out to the kitchen where Ryan was frying bacon wearing only a T-shirt and butt-hugging briefs. Standing in the doorway, she stayed quiet, appreciating the sight of his long legs with their muscular thighs and calves from miles of riding his bike over the hilly gravel roads in the area. Legs that had clenched around her the night before, the rough hair tickling her cheeks when she’d gone down on him. Then later, they’d brushed the insides of her thighs when he’d ridden her until they were both out of breath, sweaty and sore and thoroughly satisfied.
The music changed to “Silver Bells”, or as he sang it, Silver Balls. Guys. For such a talented artist, talk about tone deaf.
“Aren’t you worried about grease splatter?” She grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee.
Ever the wise man, he waited until she’d had her first full hit of caffeine before taking the cup and placing it on the counter. As she was about to protest, he wrapped his arms around her. With one hand firmly cupping her butt, he kissed her until they were both breathless.
“I wasn’t expecting you to wake up so early. You were sleeping like a log when I got up.” Ryan’s satisfied smile told her he knew full well he was the reason she’d slept soundly. “I was planning on bringing you breakfast in bed.” His hand squeezed her behind then released her. “But now you’re up, you sit your butt on the couch while I finish here.”
“You spoil me.” She picked up her coffee and headed to the couch, but not before stopping off to admire the seven-foot live pine taking over the corner. Nestled among the original blown glass ornaments and metal pieces Ryan created were a dozen or more embroidered pieces. They’d been his mother’s creations—he’d told her that until his father remarried and his new wife moved in, his mother’s needlework adorned just about every surface in the house.
She stroked the long needles; the scent of pine brought memories flooding back. “Do you remember our first Christmas tree?”
He chuckled. “Not the tree itself, but I remember trying to impress you by driving you out to Shewchuk’s tree farm and getting stuck in the ditch. Not my finest moment.”
“I was remembering what happened after we brought it home.” How they’d made love after they’d decorated it.
“I’ll never forget that part of the day, babe.” His voice was soft.
While she’d always loved the spirit of Christmas, she’d seldom found it at her family’s home. For some reason her parents fought more over the holidays, and the Christmas carols she’d play seldom drowned out the shouting matches. Though she hadn’t told him, she suspected Ryan had when he had invited her to his family’s place for Christmas their first year together and included her on the tradition of picking out the family’s tree.
If she hadn’t already been falling in love with him, he’d sealed the deal when he’d said he loved her that afternoon.
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First off – I want to give Barb a big hug for inviting me on her blog today. When Angela James invited me to be part of Carina Press’s Red Hot Holiday anthology, I jumped at the chance. I also knew immediately I wanted to write a story set right in my own back yard. I realized as I was writing it that some of the terms and phrases I use, might be unfamiliar to many of my American readers.
For instance, Meg, the heroine, is a Mountie, the common term for Canada's own Royal Canadian Mounted Police. You probably have seen them as guys in bright red serge uniforms with black riding pants, shiny boots, on horseback. Did you know that most of them are not “mounted” police these days? That goes back to when they were first started. These days, the Mounties generally patrol the smaller towns and rural areas of Canada, wearing standard police uniforms, not that bright red serge. That’s only their dress uniform. Did you also know that while they do have offices in Ontario and Quebec, they aren’t the regular police in the rural areas. That’s the purview of the Ontario Provincial Police , and the Sûreté du Québec. Which is what creates a bit of a conflict for Meg. While she has tried for a transfer to one of the few RCMP posts near where Ryan lives, she didn’t get the nod. Now she faces a decision. Stay with the Mounties, far from Ryan? Or change the path of her career.
We don’t have a dollar bill, we have a large dollar coin called a loonie, and a two dollar coin called a toonie. And boy, do they weigh our purses and pockets down when they start collecting. Yes, we say ‘eh’ (I will admit to that) but we will never agree that we say “aboot” instead of about.
But other than that, Ryan and Meg aren’t so different anyone else. They love their family and struggle to do the right thing. Even if it sometimes goes against what they want to do. But now they’re at a point where they have decisions to make about where their lives go from here. And sometimes those decisions are the toughest because it means we face choosing between two things we love. In Ryan and Meg’s case, they know their lives will never be complete without the other one in it.
You can buy I Need You for Christmas from Carina Press, or from Amazon, Barnes & Noble or Apple. You can also buy the entire Red Hot Holiday anthology, with stories by KA Mitchell and Anne Calhoun. Or you can listen to the entire Red Hot Holiday anthology as an audio book from Audible.
Leave a comment for a chance to win your choice of one of my backlist. Then pop over to my website and leave a comment for a chance to win a Kindle in my “I Need A Kindle for Christmas” contest, and don’t forget the Merry Menage giveaway too.
The only woman in a houseful of men (even the cat and dog are male), Leah Braemel loves hiding away from all the testosterone to let the dust bunnies fend for themselves. You can visit her website, follow her on Twitter, or on FaceBook and Goodreads. Don’t miss her upcoming print release of Private Deceptions, an anthology containing Private Property and Deliberate Deceptions from her Hauberk Protection series.