Tuesday, 8 December 2015

Nuttycracker Sweet by Megan O’Russell

The Book

Author: Megan O’Russell
Book: Nuttycracker Sweet
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher:  Fiery Seas Publishing
Release Date: December 8, 2015

Pointe shoes, tutus, and a snowy road trip with the man she hates. What could possibly go wrong? 

The plan was simple. Get to Portland, dance The Nutcracker, and don’t murder your dance partner. And most definitely, do not, under any circumstances, fall in love with him. 

A snowy road trip strands Elle Grant in a tiny cabin better suited for serial killings than rehearsals for two professional ballet dancers. With no one but the incredibly talented, excruciatingly handsome, and notoriously terrible Zachary Benson and a few taxidermy woodland creatures for company, Elle’s Christmas plans are officially ruined. Can she and Zach learn to like each other enough to dance together? And can Elle get home without losing her heart to the Christmas Cavalier?

The Author

Megan is thrilled to be working with Fiery Seas Publishing! Her other published works include Young Adult fantasy novels The Tethering and The Siren’s Realm. Megan is also a featured author in the Athena’s Daughters 2 anthology of women in speculative fiction. 

Megan is a professional performer who travels the country living out a thousand lives on stage. Her wonderful husband and frequent dance partner is always by her side. 

For more information on Megan’s books, you can visit her website at meganorussell.com

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An Excerpt

Up ahead a hand painted sign hung from a tree branch, which read "Hunter’s Chalet."

“That’s us.” Elle fished her gloves out of her pockets.

“If you booked us into a Chalet, we’re going Dutch on the room,” Zach said.

“Not that kind of chalet,” Elle said as the car turned onto the drive. Peeking through the trees was a short, one-story cabin.

Without the deer carcass out front, it was almost charming. Thick logs of well lacquered dark wood made up the walls, and perched on top was a green tin roof. A brick chimney peeked up out of the back corner. If she had been with someone she liked and not stuck in the snow on the way to a job she desperately needed, Elle might have been excited to stay in the cabin. It could be an adventure.

“I thought you found a place to stay for the night. Not a cabin in the middle of the woods where no one can hear us scream.” Zach turned off the car.

“I thought you were brave, Mister I’ve lived in the Bronx.” Elle forced herself to laugh as she swung open her car door. “Just wait until we have to leave the cash in the crossbow cookie jar.”

“Wait, what?” Zach ran around to meet Elle at the hatch and leaned on the door, blocking her from opening it.

“I’m supposed to leave the money for the cabin for the night in a crossbow cookie jar,” Elle said, giving a bright smile as she shoved Zach away from the car. “It’s perfectly normal.”

Zach stood, gaping at her as she grabbed her bag and dragged it through the snow up to the cabin steps.

Next to the door mat that read, “Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again,” was a gnome. Its head wasn’t so much broken as the poor thing had been decapitated. Jagged ceramic edges surrounded the gnome's neck, but there was a key under its chipped feet.

Elle closed her eyes for a moment-- please don’t let this turn into a horror film -- and opened the door.

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