Hey there! Today, I’m sharing the one and only sample for Holiday Hideaway. I’m also going to introduce the MCs of this sweet Christmas romance.

Meet The Characters

Abieyuwa ‘Yuwa’ Osagie: I love singing for the Lord, but His people put me on a pedestal that can be suffocating. I can’t wait to hide away in America even if it’s only for the holidays.

Xander ‘D’ Shield’ Mitchell: Being a Black professional athlete abroad comes with mixed feelings. I get to live out my dream, but I also get to deal with the death threats and harassment if I don’t live up to the fan’s expectations. After this resent incident, I need an escape. Even if it’s only for the holidays.

Now to the sample, I hope you enjoy it. This sample is from Xander’s POV. Preorder Holiday Hideaway here

I tapped my finger against her nose with a smile, leaving a smudge of flour on it. “Oh, so now you wanna start bossing me around?”
“Xan…stop. I told you I didn’t wanna get flour on me.”
“We finally got the cookies done. You need to loosen up.”
“So having flour on you is a sign of being loose?” She raised her eyebrows mischievously as she glided to the bag of flour next to the counter. “Imagine that…”
“Abi, whatchu doing?” I asked nervously.
“Well, if I’m supposed to be loosening up, then…” She trailed off as she reached for the bag to pour some flour into a bowl.
I chuckled. The gleam in her eye had me watching her every move. “Baby, if you get flour on me, I’ll have zero understanding when I’m dousing you in it.”
“Is that a threat?” She dipped her hand in the bowl.
“I don’t make threats, linda. Only promises.”
Abi’s hand came out of the bowl covered in a light layer of flour, and she walked towards me with a sly grin on her face. I braced myself, anticipating the moment she would strike. But instead of throwing flour at me, she leaned forward and pressed her flour-covered hand onto my cheek. I was completely taken aback, frozen in place as she giggled at my stunned expression.
“Now, we match,” Abi declared, pointing to her nose that was smeared with flour.

I lunged for her, and she giggled as she ran around the island looking for a way out. I warned her so now it was time to pay. I dipped my hand in the bowl of flour and leaped towards where she was trying to escape. I scooped her up, feeling the muscled curves of her body against mine as I lifted her onto my shoulders. Laughing, she pleaded with me to stop, but I warned her that I’d show no mercy. I carried her to the living room and dumped her on the couch. However, instead of dousing her in flour, I decided to give her a makeover.
I held her captive with one knee and began rubbing the soft substance on her left cheek. “What I tell you, baby?”
Her eyes shone with amusement as she said, “Come on, Xan, you started it.”
“I don’t remember telling you that.” I continued to smear flour on her right cheek. “What I tell you?”
“If you stop,” she laughed louder, “I’ll clean up the kitchen by myself.”
“I can’t let you do that. You’re my guest.” I rubbed flour on her eyelid. “One that decided to try me, but my guest all the same.”
“Xan, if I look like a clown, I swear—”
“You have zero bargaining power.” I rubbed flour on the other eyelid and drew an X on her forehead. I leaned in, our faces were so close that we were inhaling each other’s breath. She stopped moving as the atmosphere shifted.
“Xan…”
“What I tell you, Abi?”
She whispered in response. “That you’ll have zero understanding…”
I smiled and replied, “You see I had some understanding, right?”
She nodded.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes…”
“How you gonna repay me for being understanding?” I leaned in closer.
Her breathing grew labored, and she softly asked what it was that I wanted from her. Taking her face tenderly in my hands, I whispered, “A kiss…may I?”
Time slowed as our eyes locked, and anticipation moved between us like electricity until she quietly nodded yes…

That’s all for now folks. I mean it gets pretty steamy from there. Don’t forget to preorder your copy today, here.

Peace & Blessings

Unoma