Maggie is a lonely shop keeper who loves her memories, living her life for the ones she’s lost. She’s torn between holding on to the past or selling off her inheritance for a chance to discover her passion.
Marcus is a real estate developer who’s been after Maggie’s properties for years. Somewhere along the way his desire to buy her out morphed into the need to win her heart.
This Christmas novella of loss, remembrance, and transformation will warm your heart for the holidays and all year through.
Note to Reader: The Warm Me Softly novella originally appeared in the Winter’s Edge Anthology (Nov 2017). This version is intended for mature audiences as it’s been revamped with new and updated scenes, making it a Steamy Romance.
I open my eyes to find him watching me, his gaze intense with newfound heat. “Good?” His brows arch and amusement curves his lips.
Ignoring the throb between my legs, I take another bite, not stopping until I’ve finished.
Harry returns with our drinks, advising our food will be out momentarily. I guess Marcus is joining me for dinner. I didn’t necessarily agree, but it seems too late to turn him away now.
Marcus butters more bread for himself and then for me. “I never meant to make an enemy of you, or your grandmother.” His voice is gentle, soothing my frayed nerves. “On the contrary, I’ve always hoped we could be more.”
“More? You’re trying to buy my building, take my grandparents’ antique store from me. That’s my home, my job. It’s… everything. What more could you possibly want, a kidney?” My voice having reached a volume I don’t care for, I ease back, taking a deep breath, and let it out slowly.
Composed, I continue. “Can we not do this today?”
I’m interrupted by Harry with our meal. He sets down two steaming bowls of Thai noodle soup and another basket of fresh bread.
“Enjoy.” He bows as he backs away.
“Thanks, Harry,” we say simultaneously.
My gaze flies to Marcus. He knows Harry’s name? I pegged Marcus as being too self-important to bother learning his name—or anyone else who serves him. Maybe I’m the one who doesn’t know who Marcus is.
Marcus smiles and points to my soup. “Shrimp bowl?”
“It’s my favorite.” I note he’s having the same.
“Me too.” He cocks his head. “See, we have something in common. I bet if you got to know me, you’d see we share more than just a love of Thai shrimp noodle soup.”
More? Somehow, I doubt that. I have nothing in common with this man. I can’t deny I’m attracted to him, but his rugged good looks, finger-tousled dark hair, and tall, muscular build cannot compensate for the truth of what he wants.
“Why not today?” Reading my perplexed expression, he clarifies. “I said I’d hoped we could be more, and you said I was taking everything from you, then you asked if we could not do this today.”
“Oh, yes. That.” I stir my soup and take a tentative sip. It’s good and hot, liquid gold. I fish around, playing with the noodles. “I’d just rather not fight today. That’s all.”
He leans closer. “I’d rather not fight with you any day. But, why not today in particular?” He’s a determined SOB.
I study my bowl like it’s the most interesting thing in the room—which would be a lie. The man across from me clearly holds that title. The heat of his gaze burrows into my brain.
I can’t say it out loud. I can’t bear the pity I might see on his face if I were to look up. I shake my head, taking another sip of soup and then a long drink of water, blinking back my tears.
“It’s a year today,” he says with reverence.
Smart man. I guess he is paying attention.
She is a Texas native, wife, and mother. Her background is Project Management, technical writing, and application development. D.M. has been a lifelong reader, and wrote poetry in her early life, but has found her true passion in writing about love and the intricate relationships between men and women.
She writes of broken hearts and second chances, of dreamers looking for more than they have and daring to reach for it.
D.M. believes it is never too late to make a change in your own life, to become the person you always wanted to be, but were afraid you were not worth the effort. You are worth it. Take a chance on you. You never know what’s possible if you don’t try. Believe in yourself as you believe in others, and see what life has to offer.