Welcome back to the Sandbox! On Halloween I posted a bonus scene (sort of like a peek into the lives of my characters). These aren’t scenes that will ever show up in the books, and they haven’t been examined by eXtasy’s editing team, so they may be a little rough. They are a chance for me to explore my characters a little more, and share some fun bonus reading material with my readers.

As I work my way through the edits for Ed’s book The Perfect Fix, and I chip away at finishing the first draft of Kevin’s story, I thought I’d share a scene I wrote featuring Nick and Amelia, the main characters from book 1, My Mistletoe Master.

This scene does contain a bit of a spoiler for anyone who hasn’t yet read Not His Type. I’m sure from the title of this post you can figure out what the spoiler is.


The Proposal Scene

In his entire life, he’d never been this nervous.

His palms were sweating, his heart beat so ferociously he feared it might jump from his chest, and no matter what he tried he couldn’t get his knee to stop bouncing.

It was almost time. When Amelia came back from the bathroom he would propose.

For the hundredth time tonight, he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket to check for the ring box. Earlier in the evening he’d had drinks with the guys, and when he had a private moment alone with Gabe, Amelia’s older brother, Nick had shown him the ring. If she said yes, and he prayed to God that she did, he wanted Gabe to be his best man.

Rarely did he ever feel this out of control. A few times he considered postponing for another day, but he knew waiting any longer would kill him. His need for her answer was greater than anything.

In a bold, blue dress she returned to their little booth. To him, she was always the most stunning creature in the room, but tonight her eyes beamed with mischief making him wonder what she was on her mind. Earlier that day, after he’d stopped by the jewelers to pick up the ring, he had asked Amelia how she felt about dinner out. He was disappointed when she’d said no that she had to work late. He’d come up with an alternative, a late dinner, since neither one of them had to work the next day. When she’d agreed he suggested she wear something pretty. Taking his advice, she’s put on a splash of make-up, twisted her hair up, and worn a new dress. Maybe she’d figured out what he planned to do. Had he inadvertently given away the surprise?

Taking a sip from his wine glass to help steel his nerves, Nick braced himself for a possible rejection. Swallowing, he returned the glass to the table, and glanced across at the woman he hoped to spend the rest of his life with.

For days he’d been planning out what to say, yet he feared the second he opened his mouth he’d blurt out the question with as much finesse as a middle-schooler giving a speech to his pimple faced classmates. Despite it all, he decided to risk it and drew breath to speak.

She interrupted, before he could even begin. Blushing she said, “I have a gift for you.”

Completely de-railed, Nick blinked. “A gift?”

Impishly, she grinned. With a fist held tight, she reached across the table. His hand met hers. She deposited the item and pulled her hand back so quickly he assumed she was embarrassed.

With, what felt like some sort of soft material clutched in his hand he brought it down beneath the table, looked at it, and grinned. He glanced up at her. A blush decorated her cheeks, and he realized she had no idea he was going to propose.

“Your panties,” he said around a relieved laugh.

She sunk into her chair, and whispered, “Sh.”

He tucked them into his other pocket, before reaching for the ring box. “When we look back on this moment, we’ll always remember that you took off your panties and handed them to me.”

A frown creased her brow. “What moment?”

Without a word he produced the box, and leaving his chair, lowered himself to one knee. Kneeling beside the booth his heart pounded as he held open the box and glanced up. “Amelia, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Nothing would make me happier than getting to spend the rest of our lives together.”

When they noticed, people around them stopped eating, but their attention took a backseat to Amelia. Wide eyed, and her mouth resembling an O, she did nothing. Said nothing.

Panicked, Nick shifted a bit. He felt the eyes of dozens of people staring at him, but focused on her. “Amelia, sweetheart, can you say something please?”

Briefly, she looked around before leaning toward him. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she whispered.

Despite his unease, he grinned. “I know, but that’s your doing not mine.” Silence continued to stretch between them. Beginning to seriously worry about her answer, he asked again. “Amelia, I sort of need an answer here. Will you marry me?”

She covered her mouth with her hands, tears springing into her eyes.

Finally she nodded.

“Oh, thank God.” Closing the box he pushed up from the floor to hug her. As they clung to one another applause surrounded them.

She sniffled against his shoulder. “I can’t believe I don’t have underwear on. I’m so embarrassed.”

Nick laughed. “You’re embarrassed? I almost got shot down in front of a room full of people.”

Gently she eased away, to look him in the eye. Cupping his face she spoke softly, “Never. I would never say no to you.”

He realized that was true.

Putting a little more space between them she held her hand out, palm up. “Now let me see that ring.”

My Mistletoe Master is available where more ebooks are sold, and is now available in paperback from Amazon. I’ve included a few links here. You can also click on this link to find the book blurb, excerpt, and bonus prologue scene for My Mistletoe Master.

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