In the mood for a few holiday stories? Perfect - I'm going to share with you the various Christmas stories I've written over the years this week. Fairies & Wishes is my third ever published novella. It came out December 2006 from Cobblestone Press and I adore the cover. ADORE it. She is Lily, my holiday fairy!
Lily is a holiday fairy, but this Christmas season she’s given a new assignment – teach a lonely doctor how to love again. Tim finds the holidays depressing and always throws himself into his work to forget the pain. One night he runs into a beautiful redhead and knocks her to the ground. His new patient is a little odd, but totally sexy.
He starts a relationship with the mysterious Lily but things don’t add up. Is she what she seems? Does he want to fall in love with a woman he knows nothing about? Oh, yes he does…
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Here's an excerpt for your enjoyment:
“Miss Fairington? Are you all right?”
His brows furrowed with concern, his knuckles white as he clutched the clipboard. She must look like an idiot clad in a ridiculous gown and staring at him with such longing. Her best bet would be to pretend it was the pain making her loony, not him.
She rubbed her backside again, still clutching the front of the gown with her other hand. “I’m just in pain, Doctor.”
“Please, call me Tim.” He set the clipboard on the counter behind him and then rested his hands on his hips. “Why don’t you hop up onto the table while I check your vitals?”
“My vitals?” She had no idea to what he referred. She’d never been to the doctor’s office, never had a reason. Spells took care of her ailments, and those were so few and far between she rarely had to worry about it.
He looked at her as if she were crazy. “You know, listen to your heartbeat, take your blood pressure, the usual routine.”
“Oh.” Lily nodded, pretending she knew exactly what he was talking about. Ha. “Yes, my vitals.”
She hopped onto the table, her fingers cramping from holding tight to the front of her gown, but she refused to let go. Now that she had him so close, she didn’t want him to see her nearly naked form. It all made her too nervous.
Tim grabbed a funny looking gadget and flicked the tiny switch on the side, flashing a beam of light into each of her eyes. “Pupils look good.”
He then picked up a wooden stick and instructed her to open her mouth. “Say aah.”
“Aah.” Oh my gosh, that stick tasted awful! She nearly gagged, and he removed it quickly.
“Sorry.” He smiled at her, and her body went all fluttery inside. He had the nicest smile she’d ever seen. “Now I need to listen to your heartbeat.”
She noticed the strange looking apparatus around his neck, watched him spread it wide and place the ends of the curved pieces in his ears. He held up the other end, and his hand went toward her chest. She stared down at it, then glanced back up at him. What did he want to do with that?
“Miss Fairington, I need you to let go of the gown so I can listen to your heart.” He spoke to her low and gentle, as if she were a fussy child.
So why did it send fissures of excitement along her nerve endings? Goodness, he had a pleasant sounding voice.
Lily released the front of the gown reluctantly, letting it hang open. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and she glanced up at him. A strange sparkle lit in his deep blue eyes. He pressed the silver round thing to her chest, and she jumped.
“Cold,” she explained, when his eyes met hers.
He stood there silent while he held the apparatus to her chest, seeming to listen with the things in his ears. He finally removed the round metal object, rubbing his hand over it. “Sorry. I normally warm it with my hands first, but I must’ve…forgotten.”
“It’s all right. How does my heart sound?”
“Excuse me?” His gaze met hers, and she realized he’d been staring at her chest. Her pink bra-clad chest.
“My heart. Is it okay?”
“It’s fine. Beats a little faster than average, but still in the normal range.”
He took her blood pressure with a weird thing that wrapped around her arm and kind of hurt, and peeked into her ears and numerous other little things. She wondered what all of this had to do with her sore backside. None of it made any sense to her, and all of it seemed like a giant waste of time.
“Why don’t you stand up and turn around so I can look at your back,” he finally suggested.
She did so, presenting her back to him, but he did nothing, just stood there, waiting for her.
“Miss Fairington? I need you to take off your, um, gown.”
Oh, my. Well, if he wanted her to do that…
Lily shrugged her shoulders and let the gown fall into a puddle at her feet. Her stomach quivered with anticipation, and then his big, warm hands touched her, really touched her for the first time.
She closed her eyes when those broad palms brushed over her lower back, firm fingers gently pressing into her skin. “Does it hurt here?” he murmured.
“No.” She shook her head, waves of pleasure washing over her. A tingling started low in her belly, landing somewhere in the vicinity between her thighs, and she clutched her legs together. She’d certainly never felt that before.
His hands moved lower, brushing against the waistband of her panties. “How about here?”
“Not really.” Lily closed her eyes, shocked by the wetness that grew between her legs. Her entire body felt different, and her breath came in short pants. Oh, goodness, she had a strong feeling she was aroused. No wonder mortals went on and on about this stuff…
Thick fingers curled around the waistband of her panties and slid them down halfway, revealing her bare backside to him, and she felt her face flush with embarrassment.
“You have some pretty bad bruises here.” Fingers skimmed her bottom cheeks, and she very nearly stumbled. Thank goodness the table was pressed against her front, or she would’ve fallen to the floor in a heap with the gown.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Her panties were pulled back up over her derriere, and then the warm fingers were gone. She didn’t know whether to sigh with relief or beg him to touch her again.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Just startled me.” She glanced over her shoulder, his gaze met hers, and she saw it again. A particular sparkle in his eyes that spoke to something deep inside her. Something womanly and feminine and powerful. She had a strong feeling it was interest.
As if he might be interested in her.
Perfect.
His brows furrowed with concern, his knuckles white as he clutched the clipboard. She must look like an idiot clad in a ridiculous gown and staring at him with such longing. Her best bet would be to pretend it was the pain making her loony, not him.
She rubbed her backside again, still clutching the front of the gown with her other hand. “I’m just in pain, Doctor.”
“Please, call me Tim.” He set the clipboard on the counter behind him and then rested his hands on his hips. “Why don’t you hop up onto the table while I check your vitals?”
“My vitals?” She had no idea to what he referred. She’d never been to the doctor’s office, never had a reason. Spells took care of her ailments, and those were so few and far between she rarely had to worry about it.
He looked at her as if she were crazy. “You know, listen to your heartbeat, take your blood pressure, the usual routine.”
“Oh.” Lily nodded, pretending she knew exactly what he was talking about. Ha. “Yes, my vitals.”
She hopped onto the table, her fingers cramping from holding tight to the front of her gown, but she refused to let go. Now that she had him so close, she didn’t want him to see her nearly naked form. It all made her too nervous.
Tim grabbed a funny looking gadget and flicked the tiny switch on the side, flashing a beam of light into each of her eyes. “Pupils look good.”
He then picked up a wooden stick and instructed her to open her mouth. “Say aah.”
“Aah.” Oh my gosh, that stick tasted awful! She nearly gagged, and he removed it quickly.
“Sorry.” He smiled at her, and her body went all fluttery inside. He had the nicest smile she’d ever seen. “Now I need to listen to your heartbeat.”
She noticed the strange looking apparatus around his neck, watched him spread it wide and place the ends of the curved pieces in his ears. He held up the other end, and his hand went toward her chest. She stared down at it, then glanced back up at him. What did he want to do with that?
“Miss Fairington, I need you to let go of the gown so I can listen to your heart.” He spoke to her low and gentle, as if she were a fussy child.
So why did it send fissures of excitement along her nerve endings? Goodness, he had a pleasant sounding voice.
Lily released the front of the gown reluctantly, letting it hang open. She heard his sharp intake of breath, and she glanced up at him. A strange sparkle lit in his deep blue eyes. He pressed the silver round thing to her chest, and she jumped.
“Cold,” she explained, when his eyes met hers.
He stood there silent while he held the apparatus to her chest, seeming to listen with the things in his ears. He finally removed the round metal object, rubbing his hand over it. “Sorry. I normally warm it with my hands first, but I must’ve…forgotten.”
“It’s all right. How does my heart sound?”
“Excuse me?” His gaze met hers, and she realized he’d been staring at her chest. Her pink bra-clad chest.
“My heart. Is it okay?”
“It’s fine. Beats a little faster than average, but still in the normal range.”
He took her blood pressure with a weird thing that wrapped around her arm and kind of hurt, and peeked into her ears and numerous other little things. She wondered what all of this had to do with her sore backside. None of it made any sense to her, and all of it seemed like a giant waste of time.
“Why don’t you stand up and turn around so I can look at your back,” he finally suggested.
She did so, presenting her back to him, but he did nothing, just stood there, waiting for her.
“Miss Fairington? I need you to take off your, um, gown.”
Oh, my. Well, if he wanted her to do that…
Lily shrugged her shoulders and let the gown fall into a puddle at her feet. Her stomach quivered with anticipation, and then his big, warm hands touched her, really touched her for the first time.
She closed her eyes when those broad palms brushed over her lower back, firm fingers gently pressing into her skin. “Does it hurt here?” he murmured.
“No.” She shook her head, waves of pleasure washing over her. A tingling started low in her belly, landing somewhere in the vicinity between her thighs, and she clutched her legs together. She’d certainly never felt that before.
His hands moved lower, brushing against the waistband of her panties. “How about here?”
“Not really.” Lily closed her eyes, shocked by the wetness that grew between her legs. Her entire body felt different, and her breath came in short pants. Oh, goodness, she had a strong feeling she was aroused. No wonder mortals went on and on about this stuff…
Thick fingers curled around the waistband of her panties and slid them down halfway, revealing her bare backside to him, and she felt her face flush with embarrassment.
“You have some pretty bad bruises here.” Fingers skimmed her bottom cheeks, and she very nearly stumbled. Thank goodness the table was pressed against her front, or she would’ve fallen to the floor in a heap with the gown.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Her panties were pulled back up over her derriere, and then the warm fingers were gone. She didn’t know whether to sigh with relief or beg him to touch her again.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Just startled me.” She glanced over her shoulder, his gaze met hers, and she saw it again. A particular sparkle in his eyes that spoke to something deep inside her. Something womanly and feminine and powerful. She had a strong feeling it was interest.
As if he might be interested in her.
Perfect.
2 comments:
Oh, now you've done it; giving me us that little tidbit! Now we want more! LOL. I'm definitely adding this one to my list--and I have to agree, nice cover on it. :D
Happy Holidays!
Enjoy,
TBQ
I'm glad I could tempt you, LOL. I do have a fond love for this little story. :)
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