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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Christmas Cash

ISBN # 1-4199-0455-8

Edited by Mary Moran

Cover design by Syneca. Photography by Dennis Roliff.

Electronic book Publication: December 2005

This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written

permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-

3502.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Christmas Cash has been

rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall

word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find

objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated

titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as

“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,

stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

C HRISTMAS C ASH

Maggie Casper

Chapter One

There was a definite nip in the air, enough to chill but not enough to freeze just yet.

Standing on the street corner in a jacked-up costume on the day after Thanksgiving

wasn’t Noelle Jacobs’ idea of fun, but it was necessary.

Since hunk extraordinaire, Cash McCain, refused to give her a job at Raising Cain,

the McCain family bar, Noelle had no choice but to take the seasonal work.

It was bad enough she’d decided on the spur of the moment to move back home

with no job lined up. The decision left her no choice but to accept the graciousness of

her parents and the small apartment above their garage.

But as wonderful as her parents were, Noelle wasn’t thrilled about moving back

home at the age of twenty-six. Especially when her parents were sure something

horrible had happened to bring her back home.

She tried to tell them there was no huge tragedy in her life. It was simple, really.

Noelle was just tired of the hustle and bustle of city life. She yearned for home.

Poking her eyes out with fiery hot nails seemed preferable to asking her parents for

money. Instead, she’d swallowed her pride and asked Cash, who also happened to be

her best friend’s brother, for a job.

She’d gone into Raising Cain before opening time, intent on leaving employed, but

Cash had not so nicely shot that idea to hell with some lame excuse about her being too

young to work in a bar. Their heated conversation and all that took place that day still

made her ears ring and her core ache with need.

“How can you say that when Casey works here?” Noelle looked around the dimly

lit interior of the bar, loving the rustic atmosphere. It had a definite traditional country

feel to it. Everything about the place reminded her of Cash.

Christmas Cash

He’d shrugged his massive shoulders, pulling Noelle from her thoughts, then

crossed his arms over the wide expanse of his chest. “She’s a McCain.”

He’d evidently thought that little fact to be explanation enough, but once started,

Noelle was like a dog with a bone. She didn’t easily give up.

“Oh give me a freakin’ break. What in the hell does that have to do with working at

a bar? We’re the same damned age, Cash, and you know it.”

Her words seemed to irritate him, causing a frown to crease his brow. His next

words were spoken in a low, menacing voice.

“Everyone around here knows causing harm to Casey wouldn’t be good for their

health.”

“You’re nuts if you think her name is the only thing keeping her safe and the lack of

it would make me a target. Think about how damned stupid that sounds, Cash!” Noelle

was feeling a bit irate. Men could be such annoying bastards.

Noelle opened her mouth to continue her argument but was cut short when Cash

pushed off the bar to stand directly in front of her. He grasped her upper arms, turned

and lifted her until her ass landed firmly on the bar.

All thought of arguing fled when Cash wrapped his arms around her lower back,

pulling her to the edge of the bar. When his head dipped toward the juncture of her

thighs, Noelle thought she’d shatter into a million pieces.

He was so sinfully close Noelle could hardly catch her breath. His scent wafted

around her, drawing her deeper under his spell. He nipped at her clothes, catching her

thin pants and panties between his teeth in the process. Noelle couldn’t help but gasp

when Cash let them go with a snap. He seemed to enjoy teasing her.

The fingers of one hand kneaded her ass but it was his other hand that caught her

attention and kept it. With sure, deft movements, Cash rubbed her through the thin

barrier of her drawstring pants. He had to feel how hot and wet she was.

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