Excerpt of Snowed in with the Tycoon by Shoshanna Evers

"“I came outside to be alone, Mike, and now you keep trying
to delve into my personal life.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I mean—I’m not sorry I’m trying to
get to know you better. I’m sorry this happened to you.”

She whirled around in his arms, forcing his hands to drop
away from her. “I don’t want you to think you can get away
with treating me like shit just because somebody else
already did.”

Mike stared at her. “I would never—”

“I’ve grown a lot since I left Jeremy,” she interrupted. “I
won’t be treated like that ever again.”

“I would never hurt you,” Mike said.

“If that were true then you wouldn’t be trying to get me to
sell my home,” Sarah said. “I should never have told you
about Jeremy. I just wanted to stand outside and cool off.”

“You should be beyond cooled off by now,” Mike said. “It’s
freezing out here.”

“I’m not cold,” she lied.

“Do you want my coat?” Mike started to take off his wool
trench coat but Sarah stopped him.

“I don’t want anything from you.” Sarah turned away when
Mike leaned down and grabbed a handful of freshly fallen snow.

“I think I’ve just figured a way to get you to come inside
where it’s warm,” he said as he pulled her turtleneck shirt
open at the top and stuffed the snow down onto her bare
skin. The icy coldness hit her like a blast and trickled
down between her breasts.

“What are you, twelve?” she shrieked. She picked up snow and
threw it in his handsome face.

He laughed and shook his head like a dog before leaning down
to make a quick, loosely packed snowball. “Sorry about that.
And this.” He threw the snowball and it hit her in the leg,
bursting open on her jeans.

“You are unbelievable,” she muttered as she swung her own
snowball right at his head. She didn’t pull any punches like
he had done. Her snow ball hit hard.

“Wow, you should have been a baseball player or something,”
he said. He rubbed his head and laughed when she used the
opportunity to pelt him in the stomach with another ball of
snow.

“You started it,” Sarah said as she walked over to him. Her
hands were freezing from making snowballs without gloves on.
“Hope you don’t mind, I need to warm up my hands.”

She shoved her ice cold hands under his coat and let them
slip up under his shirt. Her fingers grazed muscle covered
in a fine dusting of hair. Mike inhaled sharply.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sarah said sweetly. “Is it uncomfortable to
have something ice cold on your chest?” She ran her hands up
to his pecs.

“I get it, I get it,” he said. “I’m sorry I put snow down
your shirt.”

“Oh, that’s fine. But this is your penance.” She let her
hands linger, absorbing his body heat into her chilled
finger tips.

“Okay,” he whispered. He put his hand behind her head and
drew her even closer. Sarah looked up into his chocolate
brown eyes as he pressed his lips against hers. Even though
his lips felt cold, his kiss warmed her.

She opened her mouth and let him in, kissing him back,
running her hands up underneath his shirt.

Her pussy clenched in anticipation of something that could
never go anywhere—this kiss could never be enough to slake
the thirst she felt for Mike.

“I thought you said this was never going to happen again?”
she asked.

“I don’t want to think. I just want to kiss.” He opened his
coat and wrapped it around her so her body pressed against
his. The warmth of the coat covered her like a blanket. It
smelled like him—like expensive cologne mixed with something
else uniquely Mike.

“Nice coat,” she said against his lips as he gently nipped
at her lower lip. She bit back a moan of pleasure.

“You can have it,” he murmured. “You can have anything.”
Sarah pulled away from his kiss and looked at him, the
reality of their situation sinking back in. “I want my
mother back.”

Mike stopped kissing her and looked back into her eyes. “I
know. But keeping the house isn’t the same as keeping your
mother.”"