Throwing a blow-out bash for hot rockstar-turned-music exec Ace Carmichael should be as easy as pecan pie. It’s my chance to prove my party-planning skills, but this bad boy client isn’t making life simple with his broody looks and aversion to shirts. If only he’d stop tempting me to jingle all the way…to his hot tub…this could be my big break.
When the snow melts, Santa might not be the only one who’s coming. So what’s it going to be this year: naughty or nice?
Lila is my brand of humor. Every time I read her books it’s like the sarcasm flows just a little more freely afterwards…and well, if you know me then you know that that’s pretty impressive. Like monumentally impressive. Almost as impressive as Ace’s large and beautiful….winter lodge. Ok, he has a nice package too. and by package I mean dick.
see. that’s lila’s fault. you can blame her for those last few sentences.
Snowed In thrust me into a winter wonderland of happiness and romance and hilarity. I was thrilled to read about Paige – the perfect sister – and I found I actually liked her. Like Lila’s other heroine’s she has a strong voice and a stronger backbone. Except when Ace is whispering in her ear or licking down her chest or eating her….perfectly prepared dinner. *snort* I DID IT AGAIN. #sorrynotsorry.
Paige is trying to start up her event planning business. She’s a bit of a perfectionist and she’s desperate to make a name for herself – I mean, she’d really rather not go back to planning dog parties. She will. But she really doesn’t want to.
Of course the owner of the winter lodge that booked her next party is Ace. And of course he’s a bit of a playboy and a lot of a tease. But they are so freaking cute together that I wanted to shove them against each other for every bit of this book.
god I love lila. and her books. and the smiling that they induce. This novella is a short, simple & happy story that will warm you up from the inside out. 5 stars!
[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]
I give a very theatrical, hopefully convincing yawn. “Wow, it’s late and I’m beat. Time for bed.” I click off the television as Ace stands and helps me to my feet.He doesn’t let go of my hand. We’re close enough that I can feel heat radiating from his body. I breathe in the scent of him, pine and snow. He’s only wearing a thin black tee shirt, and I’m pretty sure I can pick out the definition of every part of his body.
He still hasn’t let go of my hand. Lightly, he runs his thumb across my palm.
“I don’t know if you got the full tour of the house. Best thing about it, in my opinion, is the spa hot tub. It’s just outside.”
“Oh?” I should take my hand away, but my body won’t do what I tell it. “It’s a little cold out there, isn’t it?”
“Once you’re in, you won’t even notice. I’m planning on a midnight soak.” He pulls me a little closer, mischief in his expression. “Why don’t you join me?”
“I.” There’s nothing I can say that’ll make sense. Ace grins. It’s a wicked smile, that’s the only way to describe it. “I don’t think I should,” I manage. “There’s a perfectly functional tub in my bathroom, anyway. So. I’ll just take a raincheck. On the hot tub.”
“You don’t want to try it?” He lets go of my hand and touches my face. “Or is it that you’re afraid of me?” He trails his fingertips across my cheek. “Which is it? Door one or two? One of them leads to a fabulous destination vacation.” His voice drops to a lower register. A sexy one. “You should loosen up, party planner. It’s just hot water. And I promise you’ll still be your tough and capable self afterward.”
My breath hitches in my throat. I’m almost ready to say something stupid, like ‘I don’t have a bathing suit’ or ‘which way to the pitch black snowy outdoors?’ when common sense crashes through the window to truss me up, sling me over its shoulder, and race away.
“It’s going to be a long day tomorrow. I should get some sleep. Good night.” I break away from him as not-awkwardly as possible and head upstairs. I have to stop halfway up, though, and lean against the railing and close my eyes. My heart is still racing, and all the heat in my body has pooled, not so unwelcomely, between my legs.
I told the truth—I do have to grab a shower and go to bed. But the thought of Ace out there in the hot tub, stripped down, his muscles relaxing under the beat of the jets…