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    Tickle My Candy Cane: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #2
    Tickle My Candy Cane: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #2
    Tickle My Candy Cane: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #2
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    Tickle My Candy Cane: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #2

    By Linda Mooney and Carolyn Gregg

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    Once upon a time, there lived a man with five rambunctious daughters. They were an average American farming family except for one minor detail. The man was a warlock, and all of his daughters were witchlets—half witch and half human.

    With Christmas only two days away, Tamberly Blakeney has given up hope of finding her heart's call this year. That is, until Jonathan Mauk walks into the market and into her life. With the magical swirl of a candy cane's stripes, she knows he is the man meant to be her lifelong love. But first he has to pass the sex hex test, which she is sure won't be a problem.

    What she doesn't realize is that there is something in Jonathan's past that deeply disturbs her father. And until Daddy gets all the answers, there could be hell to pay.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Mooney
    Release dateNov 29, 2014
    ISBN9781941321300
    Tickle My Candy Cane: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #2
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    Linda Mooney

    Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love. She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance. In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith. For more information about Linda Mooney books and titles, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website. http://www.LindaMooney.com

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      Tickle My Candy Cane - Linda Mooney

      Chapter One

      It was starting to snow again. Tamberly stared out the window at the white flakes casually drifting downward. The sky had been threatening to dump more of the stuff all morning. It didn’t matter, though. Christmas was two days away. Today was the last day the market would be open before it shut down for the holidays. Fortunately, business had been brisk, which was a good thing. It kept her from thinking about...that.

      A figure came up behind her to also gaze out the window. Wow. Looks like Mr. Osbourne is just about sold out of trees.

      At her brother-in-law's comment, her eyes automatically shifted over to the large red and white striped tent set up on the market’s back parking lot. From where she stood she could see through the tent, all the way to the large travel trailer parked behind it. Mr. Osbourne lived in that trailer while he was in town every year he came down from Vermont to sell his trees. Yep, from what she could see, it had been a prosperous season for him, too. She could count the number of trees left on the lot on one hand.

      She was about to turn away from the window when a figure emerged from the trailer and proceeded to head toward the side entrance to the market. At first she thought it might be Lyle, Mr. Osbourne’s son, who had come down with his father to help in the lot. But an unexpected gust of wind blew the cap from the man’s head, revealing a crop of yellow hair. At the same moment, a sliver of sunlight peeked through the dense clouds and highlighted the almost golden color until it shone. Tamberly sighed. All of the Osbournes had brown hair. That guy was definitely not an Osbourne. Wonder who he is? And why was he in the trailer?

      Are these the last of the pumpkins?

      Yes, she replied without turning around. She had no idea her voice had given away her melancholy until a hand touched her back.

      Hey, why the sad, sad voice, Tammy? Rick asked with a slight chuckle. It’ll be Christmas soon! And your birthday! You get a twofer, although I used to feel sorry for people who had to celebrate both on the same day.

      She only had to glance up at him with a weak smile for understanding to dawn on him.

      "Ohhh. That. Sorry."

      Don’t be, she sighed. Turning around, she walked over to the vegetable bins and began straightening the rest of the squash. She could sense the man watching her.

      It was stupid of me not to be more considerate. You’ve been waiting longer than anyone for Mr. Right to come along, Rick commented.

      Hey, another year won’t kill me, Tamberly said, trying to sound flippant but knowing she failed. She motioned toward the interior of the large barn-like structure that included the rest of the vendors. Maybe we should start thinking of shutting down for the season. I can already see a couple of empty stalls.

      There’s still an hour left. I don’t mind waiting.

      He was right, she admitted to herself. People who worked weekends often stopped by on their way home to see if they could get a last-minute bargain. Besides, there wasn’t anything else more urgent needing her attention. And it wasn’t like they had to travel a long distance to get home once the market closed.

      Damn.

      Tamberly glanced up at her brother-in-law. He was holding a bucket underneath the spigot at the back of the stall.

      What’s up?

      Pipes are frozen up, Rick said. I wanted to start wiping off the counters while we had a lull.

      She understood what he meant. Some of the produce had left muddy residue where they weighed and packed the customers’ purchases. With people tracking in snow, the melt-off only added to the mess.

      Walking over to the spigot, Tamberly reached down and touched the valve. Okay. This won’t be a problem, she told him, grasping the faucet where it curved downward. With deliberate motions, she stroked the upper portion of the pipe like she was milking a cow’s teat, pulling downward before grabbing the end again and moving downward. After a dozen pulls, she said, Try it again.

      Rick turned the little wheel, and water gushed into the bucket. The man chuckled. I’d ask you to teach me that trick, but I know it would be futile, considering I don’t have your gift.

      She gave him a small smile.

      Oh, and thanks again for stepping in and helping me here today, he added.

      No problem.

      No, I mean it, he insisted. With Kim having morning sickness and all.

      Her smile brightened. Hey, isn’t that neat? I’m going to be an aunt! Bet you’re terrified about becoming a father.

      The man leaned in closer and whispered, I think I’m more terrified about the prospect of being a father to another little witchlet or warlock-let, or whatever you call them. I’d be outnumbered, and I can’t defend myself now as it is!

      Tamberly laughed as they got to their feet, and Rick carried the half-full bucket over to the counter. You have nothing to worry about, she assured him. If she has to, Kimmy can put a little spell on the baby to keep it from accidentally doing something. I know Daddy had to when we were growing up, just so Mom could have some peace of mind!

      Rick grabbed a sponge and dipped it into the bucket. He gave a melodramatic shudder. Ooh! I don’t suppose you could warm this up a bit, could you?

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