Sunday, November 22, 2015

Spotlight: Mischief Under the Mistletoe Anthology


Hey guys! Today we've helping one of our favorites--Kimberly Kincaid--celebrate her newest release, Play Me. It's part of a yummy looking Christmasy reads in it. Yall check it out then hit those comments and leave Kimberly some love! ~anna



Nineteen contemporary holiday hotties, just waiting to be unwrapped from your favorite NY
 Times, USA Today, Amazon Bestselling, and Award Winning Authors. This anthology won’t last long. Grab it while it’s HOT! It's only 99cents for 19 stories!







The burst of crowd noise got lost in the louder thump of the slow, steady music. Sophie took a long swallow of her drink, but not even the incredible sweet-tart flavor could offset the odd jangle of excitement filling her chest. One by one, the dancers came out onto the stage. They were dressed in tight white T-shirts and low-riding jeans, which under normal circumstances wouldn’t be anything to write home about. But Sophie’s eyes lasered in on the last dancer to emerge from the shadows, and sweet baby Jesus, Emilio was anything but ordinary.

His fluid grace balanced out his muscular frame, both on full display as he crossed the stage. He moved with nothing but pure confidence, smiling at the women in the audience and rolling his hips with the same sort of ease most people used to breathe. The scrolling black tattoos on both forearms put a hard edge to Emilio’s lean muscles, reinforcing the definite bad-boy air that had triggered Sophie’s warning bells last night.

Of course, that same demeanor was triggering a whole lot of something else right now. Namely, the very hot desire that was a very bad idea currently brewing between her thighs.

Oh God. She had to get back on the straight and narrow, fast. Sophie bit her bottom lip and crossed her legs as tightly as she could, but her thong still grew damp beneath the thin fabric of her black micro-mini.

So which one is your guy?” Olivia half-asked, half-hollered over the music and the crowd noise, not tearing her gaze away from the stage. Her face was lit up like the Christmas trees decorating every department store in the nation right now, and Sophie’s hot and bothered flush traveled to her face.

I don’t have a guy,” she said, just in time for Emilio to run his hand down the flat plane of his chest. 

Sophie’s palms went as slick as her panties as he lifted his T-shirt to reveal a set of abs so chiseled, she’d swear they were Photoshopped.

He moved around the other dancers, their routine seeming effortless and loose even though it had surely been choreographed. Tugging the hem of his shirt over his head, Emilio tucked the cotton behind his neck while leaving his arms in the sleeves, exposing his abs and pecs as he moved to the side of the stage where Sophie and Olivia sat. His eyes skimmed the crowd, and although he gave each woman in the audience equal, flirty attention, his stare never rested in one spot for longer than a second or two.

Until it landed on hers.


A millisecond’s worth of something she couldn’t name flickered over Emilio’s dark-eyed gaze, the emotion gone before she could even be certain she’d seen it. Then he gave up a sexy, mischievous smile that Sophie felt all the way to her fingertips, swaying his hips with a little extra suggestion as he tipped his chin at her ever so slightly in acknowledgment, and she couldn’t look away for all the straight and narrow in the galaxy.

As the daughter of rock and roll’s most notorious producer, Sophie Drayton has seen enough bright lights and big city to last ’til she’s ninety. Now that she’s ditched the wild life in LA to pursue her passion for books, she wants nothing more than to live on the straight and narrow. The last thing Sophie needs is the attention of a cocky bad boy stripper…no matter how sexy his smile is.

Emilio Barrett knows all about cover-ups—after all, his job is just one act after another. He can tell there’s more to feisty, guarded Sophie than she lets on. But Emilio has secrets of his own. His true lifeblood lies in music, and he’s getting tired of leading two lives on stage. He’ll do whatever it takes to get his break.

The more Sophie and Emilio get to know each other, the more they discover they’re not as different as they seem. But when her past collides with his truths, will Sophie’s defenses win out, or will Emilio prove that a bad boy can also be a good man?

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Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she’s not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as “The Pleather Bomber”, she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book.

Kimberly is a 2015 RWA RITA® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Her digital Line series is all about the hot cops and sexy chefs of Brentsville, New York. She is also the author of the Pine Mountain series, which follows small town singles as they find big-time love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters.

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