Ginny Baird’s
The Christmas Cookie Shop


SNEAK PEEK 2

Hannah’s heart beat faster, and that gargantuan butterfly resurfaced from out of nowhere, fluttering its enormous wings. “Great!” she said, and her lips trembled. Oh no, not the trembling lips! It started earlier with those blasted butterflies. Now, my lips are quaking, just imagining the feel of his mouth on mine, sweet waves of heat crashing over me as he holds me in his arms… The next things to go would be her knees. And Hannah knew exactly what would give way after those: her heart! Full stop.

Hannah was glad Carter had returned to the kitchen before she’d broken out in a rapid blush. Forget about my forehead! This ice is needed elsewhere! She began by pressing the ice pack to the sides of her neck, then her cheeks and her collarbone, right above the V of her powder-blue pullover sweater, the frosty surface instantly cooling her scorching skin.

She wore a crisp white blouse underneath her sweater and had faded stretch jeans tucked into her favorite pair of lace-up boots. She’d gotten them at the thrift store but they were made of real leather. All broken in and comfortable too. Hannah supposed they were meant for hiking, but they served her well enough for everyday wear, and were especially good in the snow. She was admiring them when she felt a dribble of icy water run down her cleavage. No, that was two dribbles. Three! An entire stream! Hannah lifted the ice bag in horror to see it had been leaking, leaving a large wet spot on each of her breasts!

“Supper’s read—” Carter stopped halfway to the couch to stare at her. “Problem?”

Hannah’s chin jerked up and she slapped her arms across her chest. “I... er…”

“You seem to have sprung a leak.” He squinted in incredulity. “Or...two?”

“Not me!” she answered hurriedly, as Jingles scampered across her legs and Belle curled into her lap. “The ice bag! It’s, uh…dripping!”

“Right.” Carter quickly set the tray containing stew, pears, wine, cheese, and biscuits on the coffee table and lifted the ice pack from the soggy seat cushion. He tested the fit of its cap. “Looks like the seal came loose. I’ll go grab a towel.”

“And I’ll just run and…change!” Hannah yelped, the instant he’d left the room. Then she scooted the kittens aside and dashed up the steps, positively mortified.

Copyright © 2016 Ginny Baird

Preorder The Christmas Cookie Shop

Amazon US
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01JSTBE2Q

Amazon UK
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01JSTBE2Q

Amazon CA
https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01JSTBE2Q

Amazon AU
https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01JSTBE2Q

Barnes & Noble NOOK
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-c...

Apple iBooks
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-...

Kobo
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebo...
 •  0 comments  •  flag
Twitter icon

No comments have been added yet.



The Story Behind the Story...

Ginny Baird
What inspires Ginny Baird romance? Everything from the extraordinary to the mundane. Keep reading for "The Story Behind the Story" of current novels, and a behind the scenes peek at works in progress.
Follow Ginny Baird's blog with rss.