Sisters Jade and Amber King co-own the Jingle Bell Reindeer Ranch, and Amber in proactive PR mode has hired a STUDMUFFIN SANTA for the season, which does not enthrall Jade in the least. Amber has a valid reason for her sexy Santa; Marine Brandon Brown is in town for a while, and there have been some small, but worrying, disruptions on the ranch. Amber has not told Jade the reason for her choice of Saint Nick because she does not want her sister to worry needlessly. Brandon is more of a studmuffin Grinch, but his cousins' ranch is nearby, so why not make himself useful. Brandon doesn't remember Jade from high school, he was two grades above her, and not exactly in the same league, but Jade has not forgotten him, and this is where Tawna Fenske demonstrates why she writes such wonderful contemporary romances.
Ms. Fenske is slowly but surely becoming a go-to author when it comes to intelligent contemporary romance because of her ability to strike a perfect balance between the elements of her story, and keeping everything fresh and genuine. STUDMUFFIN SANTA has just enough sweet and sexy to satisfy this discriminate reader: a credible story, likable and relatable characters, flawless writing, and clever dialogues. I loved the playful flirtiness between Brandon and Jade, and that the romance unfolded seamlessly. The reason Brandon did not like Christmas was not a whim on the author's part, but a real distressing situation from his past, one that some of us can, unfortunately, identify with, which was one of the reasons why Brandon was in the area. And I had sworn I would not cry, but there you go; that's what happens when an author knows how to tell a story.
I was ever so grateful that Ms. Fenske did not let some lack of communication fester so that our rational characters remained so until the end. Ms. Fenske also writes terrific secondary characters, such as Amber, Bree -- one of Brandon's cousins -- and Tammy. Ms. Fenske showed her incomparable wit in two occasions concerning cookies, in the case of a protective and helpful reindeer, and the very clever use of Brandon's football playing skills, the last two leading to the apprehension of the bad guy, which was at the same time somewhat dangerous and hilarious. I think it was a brilliant move that STUDMUFFIN SANTA was not released earlier in the year, as were many other Christmas books because Christmas is not incidental to STUDMUFFIN SANTA, it is essential to the plot, and another plus is that there are none of the predictable holiday tropes. You don't read a Tawny Fenske book, you snuggle with it!
Brandon Brown is the unlikeliest Santa ever to don a red
velvet suit.
His abs are more cheese grater than bowl full of jelly,
and
deploying to Syria is the closest he's come to the North
Pole. But family drama sends the jaded Marine home for the
holidays, and lands him an unexpected gig as a part-time
Santa.
Jade King is hustling to get Jingle Bell Reindeer Ranch
off
the ground, and she's not thrilled her sister hired a
Santa
with sex-appeal. The last thing Jade wants is a beefcake
circus, and guys like Brandon bring sleigh-loads of
trouble.
But Studmuffin Santa proves more popular than anyone
dreamed, drawing hordes of happy kids, lusty moms, and a
mystery foe hell-bent on wrecking it all.
The threat has Brandon playing protector for the reindeer
and their sexy keeper, which is risky for a guy who's
sworn
off happy endings and the whole Christmas mess. But as
Jade
and Brandon bond over Santa suit malfunctions and risquรฉ
Christmas cookies, they learn they have more in common
than
a craving for gingerbread. Can they find a way to mesh
their
wish lists, or will ghosts of Christmas past bring things
crashing down like a fat man in a cast iron sleigh?
EXCERPT
Jade stares at me for a moment with those Crater Lake eyes
unblinking. Two shaggy-looking reindeer stand behind her
with antlers the size of coat racks, looking like thugs
braced to beat the shit out of me if Jade gives the order.
But she seems to decide something then, and spins on her
heel to walk away. I do not check out her ass because I am
a gentleman. Also because the tail of her plaid flannel
shirt comes down past her hips.
But mostly because Iโm a gentleman.
โCome on,โ she calls over her shoulder. โYou can walk with
me while I check the fence line.โ
Iโm not sure what weโre checking it for or why Iโm already
taking orders from her when Iโm not positive I have this
job. But Iโve got nothing better to do on this cold
November afternoon, so I fall in beside her and try not to
step on any piles of little black berries Iโm ninety
percent sure arenโt berries.
Jadeโs walking fast for a girl almost a foot shorter than
me, but sheโs not breathing hard at all. Sheโs also not
looking at me.
โSo weโre the third largest domesticated reindeer herd in
the continental U.S.โ She stops and adjusts something on a
surprisingly tall fence, then continues on like the
worldโs least-friendly tour guide. โA lot of them came
from abusive homes or neglect situations, so Iโve been
doing rehab with them and getting them ready to interact
with the public.โ
I want to ask what reindeer rehab entails, but I suspect
sheโd think Iโm making fun of her. โThey look good to me,โ
I offer. โNot that I know what healthy reindeer look like,
but I assume they are. Healthy, that is.โ
Iโm spewing word salad like itโs on the menu, which isnโt
like me at all. Iโm usually pretty polished around women,
so I donโt know why this oneโs making me blather like a
moron.
Jade spares me a glance and continues walking. โThey are
healthy. We had four new calves born last spring, which
gives us fourteen steers, sixteen cows, and one bull whoโs
not going to be a bull much longer.โ
Iโm almost afraid to ask. โWhat do you mean?โ
She gives me a pointed look. โHaroldโstage name Donnerโis
getting castrated next week.โ
โOuch.โ
Jade shrugs and keeps walking. โBulls are impossible to
deal with during rut. Nonstop grunting from August to
December, and theyโre mean as hell. Dangerous, too.โ
โIโve known guys like that.โ
Jade stops walking again and turns to face me. She narrows
her eyes just a little, and I fight the urge to take a
step back. โThey die young,โ she says. โReindeer bulls do.
You get three or four breeding seasons out of them and
they might live a year or so after that, but not much.
Unless you castrate them, theyโre pretty much goners.โ
โJesus.โ
Iโm not sure weโre still talking about reindeer, but I
donโt love the way she just glanced at my crotch. Or maybe
Iโm imagining things. โSo youโre cutting off his balls to
save his life.โ
โPretty much.โ Jade starts walking again.