Christmas Hideaway – Bree Hollis (1)

I kissed him harder, all the longing and frustration of the day pouring into it. “Missed you,” I breathed against his mouth. “We’ve been in the same room all day.” “Not close enough.” I kissed him again, deeper this time, my hands sliding to his hips. “Not nearly close enough.” “Brent.” His voice was shaky, his pupils blown wide behind his glasses. “Someone could see us.” “I know.” But I couldn’t make myself pull away.

Not yet. “One more minute.” “If Rebecca catches us, we’ll never hear the end of it.” “Worth it,” I murmured against his mouth, and kissed him again until we were both gasping. When footsteps sounded down the hall, we sprang apart, both breathing hard. Jason’s lips were swollen, his hair messed up from my hands. I probably looked just as wrecked. “Later,” I promised. “Later,” he agreed, and the heat in his eyes made my pulse jump.

We returned to the social separately but the promise hung between us for the rest of the evening. *** When I finally made it back to the suite around ten, Jason was already there. He looked up from his laptop when I came in, and the intensity in his gaze stole my breath.

“Hi,” he said. “Hi.” I closed the door behind me and locked it. “Working?” “Trying to.” He closed the laptop. “Failing, mostly. Kept thinking about that hallway.” “Me too.” I crossed the room slowly, watching his eyes track my every movement. “Kept thinking about other things too.” “What things?” His voice had gone rough. “Things like how much I wanted to do this.”

I sat beside him on the loveseat, close enough that our thighs pressed together. “And this.” I cupped his face and kissed him, slow and deep and thorough. He melted into me with a soft sound, his hands sliding up my chest to my shoulders. We kissed like we had all the time in the world, learning the taste and feel of each other, no longer rushing or hiding. When I pulled back, his eyes were dark behind his glasses. “Brent.” “Yeah?” “I want…” He trailed off, and I watched his throat work as he swallowed.

“I want more than kissing.” Heat shot straight through me. “How much more?” “I don’t know.” His hands were still on my shoulders, fingers flexing. “More. Whatever you want to give me.”

Copyright ©2025 by Bree Hollis All rights reserved. No part of this book can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. 1kitap1.com/en Content Note The book includes intimate sexual scenes between consenting adult men and some strong language. This is a romance novel with a happy ending and is intended for adult readers. If you’d like more information about the content, feel free to reach out to the author at [email protected] 1kitap1.com/en To anyone who’s ever walked away from what looked perfect on paper to chase what felt right in their heart.

1kitap1.com/en Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Author’s Note About Bree 1kitap1.com/en Chapter 1 Brent I should have known my agent was up to something when she led with “trust me.”

I shifted my phone to my other ear, navigating through Denver traffic toward the mountains. “Cassandra, I appreciate your concern, but I don’t need to ‘reconnect with my creative spirit’ or whatever self-help podcast you’ve been binging.” “It’s not self-help, it’s business.” I could hear the eye roll in her voice.

“You haven’t turned in a new manuscript in eighteen months. Your publisher is getting antsy. And the last three proposals you sent me were—” “Garbage. I know.” I merged onto the highway, watching the city skyline shrink in my rearview mirror. “That’s why I didn’t submit them.” “Exactly.

Which is why this retreat is perfect. One week. No distractions. You and other writers who understand what it’s like.” I’d reluctantly agreed three weeks ago, mostly because Cassandra was right—I was creatively bankrupt. Every thriller I outlined felt like a pale imitation of my previous work. Every character felt hollow. The truth was, I didn’t want to write another B.L. Cross commercial thriller. I wanted to write work that mattered. But that wasn’t what my six-figure contracts paid for.

“Fine,” I’d told her. “But I’m using my real name. I’m not doing this as B.L. Cross.” “Even better.” She’d sounded far too pleased. “More authentic that way.” Now, two hours later, I pulled into the circular drive of Elk Haven Lodge, regretting every decision that had led me here.

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