title: Christmas Can Kiss My Dickens
author:  Hunter Frost 
description: Hunter lost a bet at a blackjack table and begrudgingly traded temperate Southern California for the sweltering heat of Las Vegas. There she resides with an extremely tolerant husband and two cats named after her favorite beverages, Latte and Java. When shes not dreaming of returning to coastal living, Hunter works at the University of Nevada, Las Vegas, from where she received her Masters in British history. In order to appease her muse, she writes the kind of fiction that keeps her sane. She adores romance in all forms, but prefers her stories with two heroes that find their happily-ever-afters with each other.
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  A CHRISTMAS KISS
  
  Without warning, his finger slid beneath her chin, forcing her face up to meet
  his mocking gaze. “Could it be I have unintentionally offended you? Or is it
  that you hold me to blame for young Jimmy’s injury?”
  
  Her heart forgot to beat at his touch.
  
  “Neither, Mr. Charlebois. I am simply busy.”
  
  “So I see.” The blue eyes darkened as he lowered his head to brush his lips
  over her temple. “Butter.” His lips moved to tease at her cheek. “Flour.” He
  covered her trembling mouth with a tender kiss. “And ginger.” Slowly he pulled
  back, his slumberous gaze sweeping over her flushed features. “You taste of
  Christmas.”
  
  Pleasure as thick and delicious as warm honey slid through her body at his
  touch. His slender, clever fingers trailed down her jaw, his touch sending
  jolts of dazzling sensations straight to the pit of her stomach.
  
  Oh…he was wicked.
  
  Wondrously, magnificently wicked.
  
  “Mr. Charlebois,” she breathed.
  
  “Raoul.”
  
  All Sarah wanted was to press agai