Under the Mistletoe with Jennifer Blackwood

Under Mistletoe
Hi everyone! I’m Jennifer Blackwood and I’m the author of Unethical and Foolproof (1/15). I live in Oregon with my hubby, son, and poorly behaved black lab puppy.

Favorite Holiday Song: All I Want For Christmas is You

Favorite Holiday Food: Fudge

What’s your favorite thing about the winter holiday season?

My favorite thing about the holiday season is winter break. I’m a teacher and it is really nice to have two weeks to relax and read (and get some extra writing done!).

What’s your least favorite thing about the winter holiday season?

Since I live in Oregon, I’d probably say the amount of rain we get. It can be pretty dismal seeing rain in the 7 day forecast on the news.

About Unethical

Hero’s Name: Blake

Heroine’s Name: Payton

What would the perfect gift your hero would give your heroine and why?

Blake would buy Payton a pair of new running shoes (probably Asics or Brooks) and a bag of chocolate covered coffee beans. Payton loves running more than anything–except for Blake! And she is totally addicted to chocolate covered coffee beans.

What would the perfect gift your heroine would give your hero and why?

Payton would get Blake a Beer of the Month membership, since he has a fondness for beer. She would also get him a Men’s Fitness magazine subscription since he is into working out and learning more ways to add muscle. And can’t forget a bag of Sour Patch Kids, because those are his favorite!

Where would your hero or heroine secretly hang some mistletoe to catch an extra special holiday kiss and why?

Blake would hang it in the supply room at the hospital, where both he and Payton have their internship! They’ve been seen a time or two kissing against the shelves.

Share an excerpt of your favorite kissing scene between these two characters.

He pulled me into a hug, and I pressed my face into his chest. “I missed you.”

“Me, too.” His deep voice rumbled against my cheek.’

“Can we just go back to being…us?”

He smoothed his hand down my back, hooking a finger through my belt loop. “I’d love that.”

I nodded into his chest and squeezed him tighter.

After a few seconds, he pulled away and said, “So where are the Sour Patch Kids?”

“Sorry, that was just a lure to get you here.”

“You’re gonna pay for that. You know what happens to naughty girls who lie?” The playfulness in his voice sent shivers through my core.

“What happens?” I couldn’t keep the Cheshire cat grin from spreading across my face. I missed this.

“They get punished,” he whispered, his deep, gravelly voice laced with need.

I squealed as he picked me up. From ingrained habit, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He gave my butt a little swat, and I giggled. The endorphins crashing through my blood created a buzz stronger than any alcohol. He kissed my neck, and a dull ache sent my hips grinding into him. I rubbed against his excitement, which bulged through the fabric of his jeans, igniting a fire in my veins.

“I could think of other sweet things to eat.” He nipped at my neck, and I tipped my head back, giving him better access, a soft groan escaping my lips as his teeth grazed my skin.

Oh yes, please.



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