His Winter Wonderland

By E. F. Griffin

Alexandria Clinton is a woman living in a privileged world. She thinks nothing about the issue of race or the color of her skin as she moves throughout her day..

Those things are not relevant to the black haired, green eyed beauty. Her classic American looks, youthful body and moderate wealth have distanced her from the reality of others.

Alexandria does not see the color black. Not in her professional world of business. And definitely, not in her private circle of friends .

More blatantly put, she does not socialize with black people. Nor does she date black men. To her neither exists.

So what happens to Alexandria is completely shocking when she agrees to house sit for a friend.

She never expects to meet a successful black astronaut who cannot take his eyes off her. Even more scandalous is his instant decision to claim her body as his own personal wonderland.

Keith Robinson is a man living The-Dream. He has raced jetliners across the American skies. He has navigated the great oceans of the world while commanding U.S. naval vessels and he has piloted space shuttles into the Great Unknown.

But Keith has never met a woman like Alexandria Clinton. Her body is a blissful paradise. Her breasts remind him of snow capped mountains waiting to be explored. Her waist and hips cause him to think of the pristine slopes of .his favorite ski resort.

And, her eyes twinkle like dangling icicles melting beneath the warm rays of a winter sun.

Keith wants Alexandria badly, but how can he get her into his bed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gore Publications
• Release date: Jan 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370008933

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TABLE OF CONTENT

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

HIS WINTER WONDERLAND

E. F. Griffin

Copyright E. F. Griffin

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Published 2015

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E. F. Griffin

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Printed In The United States of America

HIS WINTER WONDERLAND

Prologue

I'm not crazy, I declared vehemently as I briefly took my eyes off of the wet road leading away from the downtown metropolitan area.

A light dusting of snow melted as it hit the black asphalt and splashed against the speeding tires of a small sports car. The snowstorm was beginning. The skies were darkening with a pre-winter storm fog that hid every star from sight.

It was going to be a nasty blizzard just as the weather channel had predicted.

I searched the center divide of my car looking for the cell phone which I had propped up in the coin tray moments before pulling out of the parking lot at work.

It was glowing from the tray and lighting the dim interior of the roadster. The device was on speaker and blasting our heated conversation about the vehicle.

I located the wide screen and stared at it in disbelief.

How could my brother accuse me of being prejudice? I wasn't. I tried very hard to treat all people fairly. I'd never discriminate against a person for being black— Spanish— or whatever— In fact, I went out of my way to find qualified minority applicants.

I quickly redirected my eyes to the highway. I didn't want to cause an accident simply because I was arguing with my brother while driving. I could not let my temper distract me from the road or the vehicles around me. Fortunately the expanse of highway I traveled was deserted.

It was another sign of the impending storm. Most places of business had closed hours ago. Many weren't waiting for a state of emergency to be declared.

Eric, you know me— I tried to explain, but my youngest sibling wouldn't even let me finish my statement. He was on the attack again.

"That's exactly why I'm telling you this before you make another big mistake."

What mistake? What are you talking about? I questioned while noticing that the light flurries of snow were changing in size and shape as they hit the windshield. The wipers swept them away, but I had to increase the speed in which they did it.

"I was at this week's financial meeting. I saw the reports. I know we didn't make a lot of sales during the summer which should have been our busiest time of the year—"

And your point is? I probed. How does that equate with me being a crazy racist bitc—

"Hey sis, I didn't use those exact words."

"You might as well have. It feels