White Hot Christmas
by Rene Webb
Genre: Erotic Romance (Novella)
Release Date: September 9, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
It’s Christmas morning and June Evans is wondering how a vacation in search of a white Christmas led her to having a hot and hard man moving between her trembling thighs.
Tom Allen was meant to be spending a quiet holiday with his family, but a freak snowstorm traps him with what he wanted most this year, a chance at love.
Rene Webb, a former Catholic schoolgirl and 80’s child, is a recovering Soap Opera addict who grew up watching General Hospital. She became weary with the relentless drama and sought out stories with happy endings, which lasted. Now, Rene is an erotic romance author, where there is always a happily-ever-after!
Growing up in New England, Rene spent her childhood playing make-believe, acting out stories with her Barbies, Legos, My Little Ponies and Playmobile. She has since taken to writing down the dramas that invade her mind.
Authors such as Jane Austen, Kristen Ashley, Sylvia Day and Bianca Giovanni have inspired her. They all create strong female characters, swoon worthy men and stories that leave you with the hope, that you too will find your own HEA!
She also enjoys reading, baking, seeing movies, going to museums and spending time with her friends and family.
Rene lives in Washington DC, with the cactus she’s desperately trying not to kill.
a.k.a. Kitty Bennet on the book blog Lit. 4 Ladies, which she runs with her sister.
“Oh God!” I gasp loudly with pleasure, as the man above me moves in long, hard and possessive strokes.
I’m only half aware of my surroundings and of the Nor’easter still raging outside. Somewhere nearby fire embers crackle loudly, wind whistles and bare branches knock on the windowpanes.
In this moment, the only things that matter are the soft warm bed beneath me and the man above, who’s pounding white hot pleasure into me.
As I become enveloped in sensation, my thighs begin to shake from where they are wrapped tightly around his back. My newly manicured nails dig into his back and my last coherent thought as I fall into the oblivion is, “How the hell did I get here?”