Meet One of the Sexy
Men of Valentine Valley
Name: Josh Thalberg
Occupation: Cowboy and leather craftsman
Physical Description: brown hair, gray eyes, often unshaven
Relationship Status: Married (fell in love with Whitney during THE COWBOY OF VALENTINE VALLEY)
Holiday Likes (3) being able to create a Baby’s 1st Christmas decoration, making gifts for his family by hand, fudge
Holiday Dislikes (1) When there’s no snow at Christmas
How do you usually spend the Holiday? With his family at the Silver Creek Ranch
Favorite Holiday Movie? Elf
Favorite Holiday Food? Cranberry sauce.
Favorite Holiday Song? O Holy Night
Hot Cocoa or Egg Nog? Hot cocoa
Snuggled up Next to the Fire or Bundled Up on a Sled? Snuggled up next to the fire
Best Holiday Memory to Date: He was so excited to open gifts with his new little girl on Christmas morning—but she slept right through it!
See Josh Fall for Whitney in THE COWBOY OF VALENTINE VALLEY
Sleigh Bells in Valentine Valley
by Emma Cane
Series: Valentine Valley #5
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Holiday
Release Date: October 28th, 2014 by Avon Books
Format: eBook, 116 pages
Return to Valentine Valley, where Christmas lights are twinkling and first love burns brighter the second time around…
When Tony De Luca’s ex, Kate Fenelli, waltzes through the door of his tavern and pulls up a bar stool, she turns his balanced world on end. Once they’d been each other’s first love, first everything. But then life happened, and they walked away with broken hearts. Now Kate is back in Valentine, and they can’t seem to stay out of each other’s way. When Tony begins wondering what would happen if they rekindled the sparks, he knows he’s in big trouble.
Kate can’t believe she’s sitting at Tony’s bar spilling her life-changing problems to him. He’s as gorgeous as ever, and she can’t seem to forget how incredible he always made her feel. Still, the door on that chapter of their lives closed long ago. Yet with Christmas buzzing in the air, Kate can’t help wondering if anything is possible—even a second chance with the only man she’s ever loved.
Kate was just about to start putting the chairs upside down on the tables when someone knocked on the front door. She looked up and saw Tony.
Smiling, she unlocked and let him in. “So how did it go?”
And then she saw the small bandage oozing blood on his right cheek.
She gasped. “Tony!”
He shrugged and dropped his hockey bag near the door. “It looks worse than it is.”
“But it’s bleeding through the bandage! Weren’t you wearing a helmet, a face mask?”
“Of course I was—I don’t want to lose my teeth. But we were warming up, and someone on the other team was hitting too hard, and I’d taken off my helmet to adjust…never mind the details.”
She followed him into his office. “You could have lost an eye!”
“I know, I know.”
“And you need a new bandage.”
“This was a new bandage after the game, and I ripped off the scab that had formed.” He rummaged through his shelves until he found the medicine kit.
“Maybe you need stitches?”
“Naw, I’m fine. I have antiseptic things in here somewhere.”
She pushed his big hands out of the way, found the little packet, and opened it. “Sit down on the desk so I can reach you.”
With a sigh he complied, sitting on the edge of the desk. That put his face a little above hers, and she had to stand between his knees. She bit her lip as she tried to be gentle peeling off the bandage.
“Just rip it away,” he said with amusement.
So she did, and she was the only one who winced. The cut wasn’t too long, nor was it an open gash or oozing blood too badly. Using the damp antiseptic wipe, she gently cleansed it, then looked for a bigger, square bandage. After applying it, she stood still, admiring her work.
“There,” she murmured with satisfaction.
Tony wasn’t smiling anymore. Those chocolate brown eyes were staring at her as if out of the past, back when he’d desired her, needed her.
And she realized she was standing between his thighs. The shock of awareness and heat that moved through her body was swift and overwhelming. He put his hands on her waist, as if he knew she was suddenly weak with longing.
“What are we doing?” she whispered.
But she didn’t move away.
“I think I’m kissing you,” he said, leaning closer.
Their breaths merged, the heat of him seared her.
“Stop me now,” he warned in a hoarse voice.
Their lips almost, almost touched.
And she couldn’t speak, didn’t want to deny him, found herself deep in the past, where Tony had been the only boy, then the only man, who’d drawn her, who’d made her desperate for his touch, who’d made her lose herself.
He kissed her, openmouthed and hungrily, no gentle exploration but inspiring a renewal of a desperation that she’d buried within her for over nine years. He pulled her against him, her hips into the openness of his, her aching breasts flattening against his broad chest, her head turning until it practically rested on his shoulder. She felt greedy with the need of him, desperate for the taste of his tongue. And then his hands slid to cup her backside, pressing her even harder against the erection outlined by his jeans. She let her hands roam him, remembering his biceps and shoulders, the broad planes supporting his collarbones, the lean pillar of his neck. His hair was thick and warm, and so good to touch.
Their mouths explored as if in homecoming, as memories swamped her of laughing kisses, tender kisses, urgent kisses. Tony was still all of that for her, and no one had ever made her feel like this but him.
That made her break off the kiss and stare at him, wide-eyed. His eyes smoldered as they watched her mouth. He didn’t look like he could stop, and for a moment, she wondered if she could, if Tony once again could create a passion that made her forget everything but him.