We are
feeling the holiday spirit with the release day launch of Alyssa Rose Ivy's THE
HAZARDS OF MISTLETOE! THE HAZARDS OF MISTLETOE is a contemporary romance
novella and is a part of Alyssa Rose Ivy’s Hazards Series. It's available
everywhere now!
One snowy Christmas Eve, one
mistletoe kiss, one friendship changed forever.
Don’t underestimate the power of mistletoe. It looks
innocent enough, but a single branch has the potential to change your life. One
mistletoe kiss led to the most embarrassing night of my life, but thankfully by
the next Christmas I ended up exactly where I was supposed to be.
“Ice
skating and hot cocoa? What are you buttering me up for?” I sat down on the
bench and unlaced my skates. The snow was falling a little bit heavier, but the
flakes were still light and more pleasant than a nuisance.
“I’m
just enjoying an evening with a beautiful woman. I do have a romantic side you
know.”
“Romantic?”
What was Glen playing at? I’d had a crush on him for years, but things had
stayed completely platonic. We were good friends who saw each other once a
year, and teased each other through text messages and late night phone calls.
That was it.
He didn’t hear me. He was already in line to return our
skates. I waited for him to return with my boots, and not for the first time I
was glad I’d worn wool socks. It was cold during the day, but the nights were
absolutely freezing.
“Here you go, my lady.” He bent down and proceeded to
put my foot into my boot.
I pulled away from him. “Knock it off. What’s gotten
into you tonight?” As charming as Glen was being something seemed off with him.
I wondered if maybe I wasn’t the only one who was upset.
He proceeded to move on to my next boot. “It’s
Christmas Eve. Aren’t you Miss Holiday Spirit?”
“Usually.”
“Exactly.” He put on his shoes and tugged on my hand to
pull me to standing. “Let’s get those hot chocolates.”
The line at the café on the other side of the rink was
nearly out the door, but I was enjoying Glen’s company so much I didn’t mind.
He insisted on buying my hot cocoa for me, and
considering he’d already paid for my skate rental, I was starting to feel
uncomfortable. Glen had all the money he could ever need, but I wasn’t used to
guys buying me anything. My dating experience wasn’t extensive, and it involved
boys who were all about going dutch. “I really don’t mind paying.”
“Yeah,
but I want to pay. Stop arguing and enjoy yourself.” He lightly bumped his
shoulder into mine.
“Well, thanks.”
We
walked around the village sipping our hot chocolate and not saying much. After
a while we took a seat on a bench. It was underneath a tree, and the pine
needles blocked some of the falling snow. I closed my eyes and listened to the
chatter of people walking by mixed with the low hum of holiday music.
“You guys need to kiss.”
I opened my eyes and saw a girl staring at us. “You’re
sitting under mistletoe. That’s the rules. You’re under mistletoe, you kiss.”
I looked up. Sure enough there was mistletoe hanging
over us from the tree. It wasn’t real, it was just the decorative stuff they
used, but it had the same unmistakable appearance.
Glen put an arm around me. “I think she’s right, Savy.”
I turned to glare at him. “Don’t even start.”
“Why not? Scared to kiss me?” he teased.
Yes. I was scared. Terrified. This was Glen. Kissing
him wasn’t something I was prepared to do casually while sitting on a bench in
the snow with a bunch of onlookers. Of course I couldn’t tell him that though.
“Why would I be scared?”
“I
don’t know. Just checking.” He got a twinkle in his eye. That twinkle should
have given me all the warning I needed, but it didn’t. I was wholly unprepared
when his lips made contact with mine. They were warm and soft, and they moved
perfectly against mine. I kissed him back, desperately wanting to know what his
mouth tasted like, and if his tongue felt half as good as his lips.
Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New
Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a
southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with
the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual
student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives
in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually
be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.
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