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About the author:
T.S. Baed is the pen name of two best friends who love to write together. We also write under the name of Lynn Richards. We enjoy writing shifter, contemporary and happily-ever-afters.
What inspired you to write your book?
Christmas! I love writing Christmas stories almost as much as I love reading them. Add together a shifter, BBW and an adventure and you’ve just given me the best Christmas present ever
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Who are you and what in the hell are you doing on my porch?”
Startled by his gruffness, Noel took a step back. Her foot came down sideways on one of the boots high heels and sent her reeling backward. Her arms flailed as she tried to keep her balance.
The man lunged forward and grabbed her, wrapping her securely in strong arms. She found herself tucked against his bare chest.
“Whoa, there sweetheart.” His rumbling voice rolled from deep inside his chest, sending an answering vibration through Noel. His big hands curved over her abundant hips, pulling her closer against his lower body. “You’ve got nice padding, honey, but I don’t think you want this delectable rear hitting that hard porch.”
With heat racing through her and sensations she’d never felt before short-circuiting her brain, Noel shuffled along as he backed them inside and closed the cabin door.
“You’re safe now.”
Noel blinked at the gentleness in his voice. He’d gone from gruff to teasing to gentle in the space of a few seconds. She looked into his eyes and shivered. She wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the sound of his deep voice. And she couldn’t dismiss the muscular arms holding her against him, either. His shoulders were the widest she’d ever seen and his chest, with its patch of curly dark hair, looked exactly like the men on the romance novels she shelved on a daily basis at the library where she worked. Well, where she used to work before said crazy ex-boyfriend got her fired.
Her rescuer’s warm breath fanned her hair. The thought that Mr. Muscles probably didn’t have a stitch on beneath the towel caused her to shiver once more.
“You’re frozen to the bone.”
Was that a growl in his voice?