My Sexy Saturday 12/12/15

Hi all,

Hope you’re having a great weekend. I’m joining in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop today, and since we’re now less than 2 weeks until Christmas, it seemed appropriate to share an excerpt from a Christmas-themed story, An Angel for the Tree. I was hoping to have this re-released this week but due to illness I’m running a little behind. It should def be up early next week – and in the meantime – hope you enjoy this teaser! 🙂

Don’t forget to check out the other great excerpts here: http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.co.uk/

 

8de7ef3065d5fec73938d10674d063efA few hours later Daniel stood in his normally tidy, minimalist living room that currently looked like a Christmas-themed explosion had taken place. “A few decorations” seemed to have turned into a tree that almost brushed the ceiling that Laurel and Rachel were trimming with tinsel and what looked like an infinite amount of shiny baubles.

He’d never really done the whole Christmas thing. When he was a kid his mother had never been too interested. There’d seemed little point when he was on his own and God knows Karen had never cared about anything like that. He gazed at Laurel balancing on a step ladder to reach the top of the tree and leaning down to ask Rachel her opinion on which ornaments should go where. She always included the child in everything, and he realized she always included him too. Laurel threw herself into everything; a complete contrast to the bored dates he normally dealt with who would rather die then show the least bit of enthusiasm for anything. It was like a breath of fresh air blowing through the house.

She looked over as though she felt his gaze on her and smiled at him. Her eyes sparkled as she gestured him over. “I think we need a second opinion here. Should the star or the angel go on the top of the tree?”

He grinned at her. “Definitely the angel. What do you think, Rachel?”

The little girl nodded energetically. “That’s what I said, Daddy, but Laurel doesn’t think it looks like a real angel.”

Daniel laughed, and looked over at Laurel, surprised to see she looked nervous. She must be thinking about the argument her first night, when I’d told her not to let Rachel believe in angels. I was definitely a bit of an ass. Rachel was only a little girl, she would figure the truth out eventually. God knows there were worse things to believe in. He smiled at her, trying to think of something to say to let her know he regretted it now.

christmas_tree_by_julie1226“So, what does a real angel look like then?” he tried teasingly.

If anything the look had now changed to panic, and Rachel piped up from below.

“Like Laurel, of course, Daddy. She’s a real angel.”