We're excited to celebrate the release of SILENT NIGHT by Kristen Strassel!
Release Date: November 18, 2014
Age: NA
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Nathalia Suellen
Age: NA
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: Nathalia Suellen
Synopsis:
This Christmas isn’t about celebration for eighteen-year-old Kyndra, it’s about survival. Grieving the loss of her grandmother and struggling with the indifference of her family, Kyndra now splits her time between her dead-end mall job, her junkie ex-boyfriend’s bed, and the streets. Longing to be close to her grandmother one more time, she wanders into Christmas Eve mass and prays she’ll find the place she belongs. Home.
Aidan isn’t ready to let go of the past either, even though he’s had nearly three hundred years to do it. He chronicles the search for the reincarnation of his beloved wife as the vampire romance author Allison Duprois. Aidan knows the wife he mourns is out there, but fears writing their story is as close as he will get to her.
At Christmas Eve mass, he finally finds her. Alone, with no place to go.
Aidan brings Kyndra into his home, and gives her the safety, comfort and love she longs for. Though he gives her second chances she never thought she’d have, Kyndra still can’t get over Aidan’s mysterious past. Not to mention that he claims that he’s a vampire. Life alone on the streets is dangerous enough without handing her trust and love to the wrong person. Can Aidan break through the walls around Kyndra’s hardened heart to convince her that she belongs with him, forever?
Silent Night
by Kristen Strassel
“I need to borrow your pajamas again.”
“Follow me.” Aidan waved his hand towards the hallway. I didn’t know if he
heard me or not. I wouldn’t ask again. The shadows swallowed him before he
clicked the light at the end of the hallway. “I hope it’s alright. I cleaned it
up, and I’m limited on short notice. With my lifestyle, I can only go to all
night stores.”
He led me into an oddly shaped room, with floor to ceiling dark wood
bookshelves loaded with even more books. How could one person even hope to read
so many books in one lifetime? In a nook, under more shelves, was a freshly
made bed with a fluffy white spread and aqua throw pillows. A pair of pink and
black pajamas were folded at the foot of the bed, on top of a silver throw.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Did you do this for me?”
Aidan’s smile was so wide it hardly fit on his face. “I did.”
I sunk down on the bed, head in my hands. “It’s too much.”
I felt his hands on my wrists, cool from just coming in from the car.
Electricity flowed from his skin to mine, sending waves beneath the surface.
Was this the first time he actually touched me? “I just want you to have a
place you know you can come to. No questions asked.”
Hot tears slipped down my cheeks. Why was he doing this? Why did this man I’d
met two days before today care about me more than my own mother? She didn’t
even call me this week. I tried to bury that hurt deep, but it bounced out when
I least expected it. Being with Aidan, the pain faded, and I couldn’t remember
why I wanted to fight to get away from him anymore.
“I can’t pay for this,” I whispered, my voice still breaking.
“Let me do things for you.” He pressed his forehead against mine, not moving my
hands away from my face. His skin felt so refreshing against my anxiety flushed
skin.
Lowering my hands, I had to force myself to meet his eyes. “Thank you.”
“My home is your home. Really. I did food shopping, too.”
“So, when you found me tonight,” I worked up the nerve to ask, “was that an
accident?”
“Nothing in this world is an accident, Kyndra.” He stopped at the door, then
closed it quietly behind him, leaving me to stare at it after he left me alone
in this haven created just for me.
I was afraid to touch anything. Aidan left me in a snow globe and I didn’t want
to break the glass. I curled up in a ball, clutching one of the pillows at the
head of the bed. My head pounded, but my body so desperately wanted to let go
of all the tension that had built up since I gave the keys to Memere’s
apartment back.
I wanted to stay. Here.
Sitting up, I ran my finger along the edge of the piping on the pajamas. They
were classic button down pjs with pinstripes, but adorned with little black
stars and star buttons. The flannel felt like a hug as I pulled them on. As
soon as my brain wound down to the same level as my tired body, I would be
ready to sleep forever.
A book would help me relax. Ignoring the e-reader in my bag, I went straight
for the wall of books. I noticed some repeats from the living room, namely the
Allison Duprois books. I pulled out the hardcover version of A Piece of My Heart.
I hadn’t read these books since junior high. Memere had been a little concerned
they were too mature for me, but she didn’t want to discourage me from reading.
I couldn’t remember the order the series went in, so I skimmed the opening
pages for the information.
First Printing, 1990.
My eyes couldn’t leave those words. That was not only six years before I was
born, but twenty four years ago.
Aidan didn’t look much more than thirty. Thirty-five at most. He would have
barely been a teenager at most in 1990. Tearing my eyes away from the book, I
looked at the closed door. My heart pounded so hard it threatened to jump out
of the neckline of my new pajamas.
This didn’t add up.
Maybe he just looked really good for his age. It was possible, with plastic
surgery and manscaping and gross things like that. But Aidan didn’t seem like
someone who’d be vain enough to go through all of that. This was someone who
hid behind a secret identity. So maybe he would be vain enough to alter his
face. Maybe I was just wrong about how old he was, but that didn’t make me feel
any better. If he was old enough to be my father, that was gross on a whole
other level.
I couldn’t lie to myself, I was falling for this guy. Or who I thought this guy
was.
Putting the book down, I went back to the book shelf, checking the original
publishing dates for all of the Allison Duprois books. So many early nineties.
An anthology had a publishing date of 1988. This wasn’t a mistake.
Whatever the answer was, Aidan had lied to me about something.
Kristen shares a birthday with Steven Tyler and Diana Ross. She spends each day striving to be half as fabulous as they are. She’s worn many hats, none as flattering as her cowboy hat: banker, retail manager, fledgling web designer, world’s worst cocktail waitress, panty slinger, now makeup artist and author. She loves sunshine, live music, the middle of nowhere, and finding new things to put in her house.
Christmas stocking filled with book themed goodies + signed print copy of Silent Night
