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Little did Elizabeth Gibson know a broken elevator and a burned bag of microwave popcorn would change her life forever and make this Christmas the best one yet.

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Christmas Longing

Erotica

Little did Elizabeth Gibson know a broken elevator and a burned bag of microwave popcorn would change her life forever and make this Christmas the best one yet.

CONTENT ADVISORY: This title is M/F/M.

Excerpt

“Happy Holidays.”

Elizabeth Gibson wanted to stab the overly cheerful store clerk with her six-inch Jimmy Choo shoe. What’s so happy about it? Just another day I’ll spend alone in my apartment. “Yeah, you too.”

She pushed open the door to the market. Fat, wet snowflakes blew into her face. She glanced down at her shoes and sighed. Why didn’t I watch the news before work this morning?

An older man pushed past her into the store, almost toppling her over. “Excuse me,” she said, sarcasm dripping from her voice.

Elizabeth stepped forward into a pile of gray slush. “Shit.” She adjusted her bag and rushed across the street, a chorus of blaring horns and squealing tires erupting in her wake. Elizabeth threw open the door and entered into the comfort of the refurbished nineteen-thirties hotel she now called home.

She hurried through the glass and brass doors and skittered to a stop in front of the old elevator. She pulled back the wrought iron gate and stepped inside before sliding the gate closed and pressing the button for her floor. The ancient hoist didn’t budge. “You have got to be kidding me.” She pressed the button again.

“Why me?” Elizabeth opened the gate and stepped out, set down the market sack, and rummaged through her Louis Vuitton handbag in search of her iPhone. She found it in the deepest, darkest corner of her purse and lifted it to the light of day. “If you were so smart, you could fix this dumbass elevator,” she muttered to the device.

“You think so,” the stupid phone answered.

“Oh, shut up.” Elizabeth stood and slipped her thumb into the waistband of her tailored Chanel skirt. For the last few weeks, all of her designer suits had started to pinch in all the wrong places. She needed to lay off the chocolate and popcorn–but not tonight. Christmas Eve deserved the silly Christmas pajamas, feast of Godiva chocolate, and movie theater popcorn she had planned.

Elizabeth swung her purse over her shoulder, lifted her grocery bag, and slid off her sling backs. She bit back a moan and wiggled her abused toes, praying her nylons could take the concrete stairs.

She walked over to the stairwell and started the climb. The dull ache behind her eyes bloomed into a beating pain by the end of the first flight. Elizabeth stopped and took a deep breath before calling her landlord.

Review:

This is the hardest review for me. I promised to put this one out there. I don’t read male/female/male, and stick to romances for a reason. Romances make me happy. Please keep this in mind.

What I enjoyed about the story is that Elizabeth is rotatable  and no matter what I like that for Christmas we can all get what we want. Heidi took me into this girl’s world and made her human and her frustations and life are what’s enjoyable.

If you enjoy stories with interesting characters, this one is decent.

 

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Author: Heidi Lynn Anderson
Website: http://www.heidilynnanderson.com/
Info:   By day, Heidi Lynn Anderson is a wife, mother, and owner of a small Green-Cleaning company. By night, she spins erotic tales featuring hunky heroes and the women they love. When not working or writing, Heidi likes spending time with her husband and son, doing what Florida has to offer. Visit Heidi at http://www.heidilynnanderson.com

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