When Virginia Keith’s ex shows on her doorstep days before Christmas, demanding half the equity in the Victorian cottage she’s restored from the ground up, she has no choice but sell the old Cessna her Dad left her.
Suddenly, the holiday’s hollow promises of magic are driving her nuts. Thinking time away might help, she takes her Dad’s plane for one last flight. When a freak storm forces her into a crash landing, she wakes in the most sumptuous bedroom she’s ever seen, grateful to be alive. Question is, who rescued her? Nikolai, the too sexy to be real stranger from her dreams, or the bearded psycho freak dressed as Santa she’d from the crash scene?
Only one thing is clear. Wherever home is, Virginia can’t seem to get there from here. And the more time she spends with Nikolai, the more she wonders if she really wants to. But in order to stay with the man she loves, she must first remember how to believe.
To My Readers: I’ve always loved the holidays but cold winters and I have never gotten along. At least that was true until Virginia and Nikolai’s erotic magic steamed up my monitor. Now I find myself longing for winter’s chill to be chased away by a Santa too sexy for his red suit and cap.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Liane Gentry Skye was considered the girl most likely to become a nun in high school. Upon graduation, she wasted no time revising her destiny. Two marriages, one real life alpha hero and four beautiful babies later, she decided it wise to exchange her rhinestone thong for soccer mom sweats.
These days, her walk on the wild side lives (mostly) in her imagination.
EXCERPT FROM BELIEVE:
“Sweetheart. Come inside before you freeze.”
Virginia’s breath snagged. She dared not turn around. If she did, she’d only have to face the fact that her mind was playing another trick, perhaps the cruelest one of all. Because it sounded to her like the man who had inhabited her dreams over the last days had just whispered her name.
She even imagined him calling her sweetheart.
A whimper scraped past her lips. “Why, oh why, couldn’t you be real?”
“Shush, now, sweet Virginia. It’s going to be alright.”
The sob she’d been holding back stormed across her lips. She’d have known that voice anywhere. Those same, silky tones had crooned into her ear time and time again, encouraging, soothing as her body struggled to heal.
God, she felt so cold, so alone.
And once again, her dream lover provided. She felt a rush of warm air, followed by something soft settling heavily over her shoulders. Snuggling into its warm, welcome weight, a pair of strong arms wrapped her in a firm embrace. “I never should have left you alone. Virginia, I’m so sorry.”
Any remaining thoughts of flight slipped away, even as large hands cupped her shoulders, turning her gently so that she stood in the circle of his arms, facing him.
Head tipping backward, she raised her gaze up, up, and then up some more, searching for his eyes.
Talk about a long drink of water.
But save for that, she could glean little about the features of the man to whom she probably owed her life. She saw him only as he stood framed in the golden backlight that poured through the French doors, casting the mysteries of his features into maddening anonymity.
Too terrified to speak for fear he’d only fade away, Virginia reached up, smoothing her palm over the sharp angle of his jaw. A day’s worth of stubble rasped over her skin and a thousand pounds of worry lifted from her shoulders as it dawned on her that this man was practically clean shaven.
No beard, no ridiculous, pointed cap.