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Friday, December 23, 2011

On the 1st Day of Christmas My True Lord Gave To Me...With Maggie Robinson and Giveaway

One Heir Stuck Up The Tree - Maggie Robinson

Maggie Robinson is a former teacher, library clerk and mother of four who woke up in the middle of the night, absolutely compelled to create the perfect man and use as many adverbs as possible doing so. A transplanted New Yorker, she lives with her not-quite perfect husband in Maine, where the cold winters are ideal for staying inside and writing hot historical romances.

Maggie Robinson also writes under the name Margaret Rowe. Margaret is an RT Reviewers Choice nominee in the best erotic fiction category for Any Wicked Thing and will be going to the RT convention in Chicago in April.

Maggie's Master of Sin comes out March 27, 2012 and hope's to be signing both books. Margaret has a short story in Agony/Ecstasy that releases this month.

Places to find Maggie/Margaret

A Christie Christmas Kiss

“Neddie Christie!”

He knew that voice. It belonged to his dreaded cousin Amelia, the one person he wanted to avoid at his family’s infernal Christmas party.

She was his betrothed. His unwanted betrothed. He hadn’t seen her since he got sent down from Cambridge two years ago for putting frogs in the turtle soup at the convocation banquet. They were all amphibians, what? Of course the frogs had not liked the temperature much and there had been a great deal of hopping and mess, just as he’d hoped. His stuffy papa Lord Edward Christie had sent him away on his Grand Tour immediately thereafter in the hopes he’d learn to “behave like a proper Christie.”

The poor old blighter was doomed to disappointment, expecting a miracle. Let him try anew with Jack and their new baby half-brothers. His father was still churning infants out with Ned’s stepmother Caroline—she was as big as a barn and due to give birth again any minute—and Christie Park was a cacophony of squalling children and cats. His younger sister Allie was in her element, ordering everyone around like a drill sergeant.

“It’s Ned, now,” Ned muttered. Trust Amelia to infantilize him. She always had to have the upper hand. The last word. Which was rich, coming from such an uninspiring, insipid female. He turned to offer her a withering stare and some haughty words, and his jaw dropped.

Amelia used to be a flat-chested lackwit. He wasn’t sure about her wits, but something had happened to her chest. In the two years he’d been wandering the mountainous Continent, her own topography had changed.

“I need you, Neddie. Caroline wants some mistletoe for the drawing room and I’ve found the perfect bunch, but I can’t reach it. You’re much taller than I. It’s up in that fir tree over there, see? Go get a ladder.”

Not even a ‘please.’

He gave her a frigid glare. “I’m busy, Amelia.”

She snorted. “You haven’t done a useful thing since you’ve come home except avoid me. Don’t worry, I don’t want to marry an idiot like you either. My father and Uncle Edward must be mad to think we’d ever suit.”

Ned felt himself flush at the insult. An idiot! Who on earth did Amelia think she was? She was just a mousy-haired know-nothing girl he’d grown up and completely bored with.

“Don’t stare at me as if I’ve grown two heads! It’s for your stepmother, Neddie. She wants this Christmas to be perfect and she isn’t feeling well.”

It was not two heads Amelia had grown but two breasts, which heaved with indignation. Ned supposed he’d better fetch a ladder from the gardener’s shed. Since his father and Caroline had reunited several years ago, she had tried to be the ideal wife and stepmother. Caroline was a good egg—if she could put up with his dull father and wanted mistletoe, Ned thought he could manage a few minutes with the dreaded Amelia and get it.

He loped across the lawn and returned with the ladder. Amelia had folded her arms over her chest against the cold which was a bit of a shame, but Ned needed to concentrate on his climb. He reached the clump of leaves and waxy berries and dug into his pocket for the Swiss penknife he’d picked up on his travels.

Suddenly the ladder shook and pitched to the side. Ned’s foot slipped and he found himself holding on to the top of the pine tree as the ladder crashed to the ground.

He couldn’t believe it! She’d knocked the ladder out from under him. “Amelia! Do you want to kill me?”

“I wouldn’t much mind! That’s for staring at my bosom like a slavering dog!”

“I didn’t—I wouldn’t,” Ned sputtered, a little ashamed he’d been found out.

“I’ve changed, Neddie. The man who is fortunate enough to marry me will have to do more than blindly go along with an ancient betrothal contract.”

“I’ve changed too! And I’m not going along blindly with anything,” Ned said, shutting his eyes and gripping the tree harder as the sharp needles pierced through his jacket.

“Good, then we understand each other. I wish to be wooed, Neddie. You may be the man to do it, although I very much doubt it.”

“I can woo with the best of them,” Ned said hotly. That had been an integral part of his Grand Tour, although he kept such information from his puritanical father in his letters home.

“We shall see.”

Ned heard branches rustle and felt the ladder knock into his thigh. Stepping on it gratefully, he sliced the mistletoe from its host and watched it drop to the ground, berries flying. He clambered down as fast as a monkey and took a startled Amelia in his arms.

“We shall see. Right now,” he said.

And then he kissed her. She didn’t know a thing about kissing, but he could teach her. He didn’t need mistletoe, but time. She lived right next door, after all.

Ned stopped estimating the number of minutes and footsteps from Christie Park to Uncle Roger’s estate and concentrated on the warm, soft girl in his arms. Good Lord, he was kissing the dreaded Amelia and enjoying it right to the roots of his disordered dark hair. His scalp and other places tingled not from the chill December air but something much more elemental. She fit against him like she’d been formed from clouds and spun sugar to nestle into his every nook and cranny. She tasted like sugar, too—Ned had no idea what clouds would taste like but they were probably delicious also.

“Neddie,” she whispered, once he was reluctantly forced to stop before he disgraced himself. Her golden lashes fluttered in adorable confusion on her pink cheeks. He couldn’t remember exactly why he’d thought she was an antidote, but he’d been a young fool then. He was a man now, with a man’s needs.

And Amelia was his betrothed.

“We will marry in the spring. I will woo you until then.” He bent to pick up the mistletoe and hoped she wouldn’t recognize his straining manhood.

She touched her swollen lips with a finger. “I-I’m not sure. This is so sudden.”

“I’m sure. And it’s hardly sudden. We’ve been engaged since you were in nappies.”

“So were you,” Amelia reminded him. Always the last word.

“Yes, well. We’re both grown up now. It’s time we thought about setting up our own nursery.”

Good grief. He was sounding just like his father. Ned might have fled from being a Christie, but he had not gotten very far.

“Let’s go inside and hang this. I have a mind to kiss you again, Amelia.” And again, as often as possible, until the dreaded Amelia became his wedded wife and he could do what he really wanted.

“Neddie Christie!”

This time he didn’t want to run away at the sound of her voice. His father would be pleased. It was true—Christmas was a time for miracles.


Too late for cold feet

Baron Edward Christie prided himself on his reputation for even temperament and reserve. That was before he met Caroline Parker. Wedding a scandalous beauty by special license days after they met did not inspire respect for his sangfroid. Moving her to a notorious lovebirds’ nest as punishment for her flighty nature was perhaps also a blow. And of course talk has gotten out of his irresistible clandestine visits. Christie must put his wife aside—if only he can get her out of his blood first.

Too hot to refuse

Caroline Parker was prepared to hear the worst: that her husband had determined to divorce her, spare them both the torture of passion they can neither tame nor escape. But his plan is wickeder than any she’s ever heard. Life as his wife is suffocating. But she cannot resist becoming her own husband’s mistress…

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Maggie has agreed to give 1 lucky winner a copy of her book Mistress By Marriage, open to International shipping. So make sure to leave her a comment and to fill out the Rafflecopter form. 

Also, don't forget to head over to Not Another Romance Blog and check out author Stefanie Sloane's story.

**Grand Prize Giveaway**

On behalf of myself, Rita and lots of awesome authors, we will be having one BIG Grand Prize given away to 1 lucky winner. The grand prize consists of a mix of books, swag, and lots of other secret goodies. Believe me, you want to enter to win this prize. Just make sure to leave a comment everyday on each post on both blogs and fill out this FORM. That's it. Super easy!

Good Luck and Happy Holidays!

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  1. Maggie--so funny, witty, lovely. Thanks for a beautiful ending to the 12 Days series!

  2. I loved A Christie Christmas Kiss, it was a delightful little story.

  3. Hahaha! So funny, really enjoyed it, thanks Maggie.

  4. Great little story! They seem like a really cute couple. Merry Christmas!

  5. I look forward to reading this story.I love Maggie's stories. Happy Holidays everyone.
    Carol L
    Lucky470 (at) aol (dot) com

  6. GFC follower under Lucky47. email subscriber.
    Carol L
    Lucky470 (at) aol (dot) com

  7. Maggie,

    I got 2 books you sent to me, thank you so much ;)

  8. Happy holidays everyone! Thanks so much to Dani and Rita for including me in this venture, and thanks to all of the wonderful writers who contributed stories. It's been such fun to read them. I loved adding a little to the Mistress series with this story--it was great to teach Neddie a well-earned lesson. :)

  9. Hi Maggie! Love your books. You are an awesome author and am so proud you used to be a teacher just like me. So happy to find fellow teacher to find a great career as romance author:). Love romance and I am so proud to become an avid romance reader. Happy holiday and merry Christmas Maggie:). Cheers aretha.

  10. Merry Christmas! I love reading the blogs. I find so many books to read...just need more time! lol

    Loraine H

  11. Love your book and this story sounds terrific! :)

  12. Loved the story! Have a happy holidays! :)

  13. I''m Looking forward to full reading this. Loved this story. Merry christmas! :)

  14. Great story--I've enjoyed these Christmas themed shorts from each and every author, and this one is no different! :D

    I look forward to reading more of your work!

    TBQ (holiday giveaway ends 12/31...)

  15. Up a tree is so right. Too funny with his "dreaded Amelia".

    Happy Christmas to all!

  16. Oh Maggie that was such a wonderful story.

  17. Mistress by Marriage sounds yummy!

    Maggie...I'm glad to hear you were a Library Clerk. I also work in a library!


  18. Thanks for the story. Happy holidays.

  19. What a fun read! And your book sounds like delicious fun, her husbands mistress hmmm.

  20. So cute - loving the Christmas stories!
    Happy Holidays!

  21. Thank you for this story Maggie! In Mistress by Marriage I loved Ned and was hoping you will tell us his story later :-)

    Merry Christmas! :-)

  22. A sweet and still fun kiss scene.

  23. Loved the excerpt. Not want to finish reading the book. I would love to win and read this book. Maggie is a new author for me and always looking for new books and authors to check out. Love the cover of this book, very sexy.

  24. Yay! Ned fell for the dreaded Amelia. I always wondered what happened. Love that I found out here. Thank you and it was absolutely wonderful as everything you write is!

  25. I loved this short story. And I would love to read more about Neddie's dad & stepmom (Edward & Caroline). Have a wonderful Christmas & New Year!

  26. A Christmas Christie Kiss was a really cute and fun scene! Thanks for sharing that with us. I already have all of Maggie's books so please don't enter me for the book giveaway.

  27. This is a new author for me.Thanks for sharing the short!

  28. I enjoyed this story a lot Maggie. No need to enter me for the book as I already have it.

    Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everybody.

  29. I am intrigued by the conflict between your h/h in Mistress by Marriage. Cannot wait to see how that works out! Thanks for the short story.

  30. That was so adorable. I would love to win a copy of Mistress by Marriage. I've been wanting to read it.

  31. What a cute story! I wonder if Amelia will ever stop calling him Neddie. LOL


  32. Thanks for the story. Can't wait to read your other stories. Thanks for the giveaway!

    Merry Christmas to all!!

    pnc07 (at) aol (dot) com

  33. Just wonderful THANK YOU!!

    Merry Christmas!!

    GFC: Mary Preston



  34. Thanks for all the nice words on my story! I loved revisiting the Christies and writing it. I should say that if you've already read Mistress by Marriage, I can offer another book from my or Margaret Rowe's backlist.Happy holidays, everyone!I'll be vacuuming in anticipation of Santa today. He'd better not drop any cookie crumbs. ;)

  35. Enjoy your visit from Santa! Happy holidays to you and your family!

  36. I enjoyed this so much! It was great!

  37. Count me in please! I would love to read this book! Amazing Giveaway!

  38. Loved the story! Happy holidays!