Holiday Fling by Victoria H. Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

and all you lovers of Christmas tunage and cheesy holidays films… you’re not alone. ;D

 
About the Author
    Victoria H. Smith has a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science. She puts it to good use writing romance all day. She resides in the Midwest with her Macbook on her lap and a cornfield to her right. She often draws inspiration for her stories from her own life experiences, and the twenty-something characters she writes give her an earful about it.
    In her free time, she enjoys extreme couponing, blogging, reading, and sending off a few tweets on Twitter when she can. She writes new adult fiction romance in the sub-genres of science fiction, urban fantasy, and contemporary, but really, anywhere her pen takes her she goes.
    Links
    Blog : http://twentysomethingfictionwriter.blogspot.com/
    Twitter : @VictoriaSmith76

 
Other books by Victoria H. Smith
    The Bringer’s Quest (Book Two of the Eldaen Light Chronicles):
    Coming Summer 2013
    Incandescence (Book 2.5 of the Eldaen Light Chronicles):
    Coming Summer 2013

 
The Crimson Hunt:
Book One of the Eldaen Light Chronicles
    Genre: New Adult Science Fiction Romance
    Available Now!
    Excerpt:
Chapter One
    “Hey, loser, would you keep it steady on your end?” Piper asked with a huff. “You’re wobbling more than a frat boy after last call.”
    I looked around my edge of the couch with incredulous eyes, unable to believe her nerve. I shouldered most of the weight. “Well, maybe if you put out that frickin’ cigarette and gave me some help—”
    “Hey, easy with the attitude.” She continued to speak out the side of her mouth, a smoke cloud curling from her lips. “You should be kissing my feet right now. If not for me, we would have paid twice the amount he was asking for this damn thing.”
    Her grin was smug as she puffed on her cigarette, or as she liked to call them, “ciggies.” One week-long excursion in Europe last spring break that almost resulted in an arrest involving a monkey and a pretty wigged out local, and the girl thought she was cultured .
    I waved my hand in front of me, deflecting the vile fumes.
    “You aren’t going to make a habit of smoking those things in the house, right?” After two long years of putting up with people sneaking smokes in the dorms, it would be nice to finally have an option of whether or not I would die from second-hand smoke.
    Piper whipped around her firecracker-red bob like I just asked her to give me her soul for safekeeping.
    “So we’re establishing house rules, now, are we?” she asked. “How about this?” She set down her end of the couch, forcing me to drop mine. She made a sloppy scout’s honor sign with her fingers—as if I’d ever believe she’d been a Girl Scout. “I promise not to smoke in the house, if you promise not to have a stick up your ass the entire time we’re living together.”
    The girl really was as sweet as sugar. “Well, since we’re creating terms, how about you abide by one of my own? I promise not to have a stick up my ass, if you promise not to bring a new guy into the house every other night … or if you so choose to do so, at least grant me the common courtesy of playing your music loud enough so I don’t have to listen to all the moaning and groaning.”
    I held out my hand for her to shake. She wasn’t the only one who was good at this game.
    She propped her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, looking to the sky while she considered my terms.
    “Touché, my friend. You got yourself a deal.” She shook my hand, smiling.
    I didn’t know how we did it, but we managed to get the blasted thing all the way up our creaky, splintered front stoop and into the living room without killing ourselves. And we managed to save the fifty bucks it would have cost to hire a moving service. Although I suspected the only reason Piper suggested calling movers was so she could sit in a lawn chair in her bikini and sip lemonade while staring at their asses.
    “Thank God!” Piper