Sunday Snippet for Pursuing Honor:
Honor pressed up on her toes and leaned into him. A scorching heat flashed through her body, melting her like an ice sculpture into a steamy puddle. What was she doing? This wasn't her first kiss. She had even kissed Hunter before. Of course, a quick peck under the mistletoe hardly compared to the passion he smothered her with now. She slid her arms around his neck and threaded her fingers through his hair. The air may lack the fragrance of cinnamon sticks and freshly baked cookies, but this gift was long overdue. She pressed into him, molding her body to his. Sleigh bells jingled in the back of her mind.