{"id":255941,"date":"2026-07-13T14:25:18","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:25:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/christmas-sparks-bree-hollis-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T14:25:18","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T11:25:18","slug":"christmas-sparks-bree-hollis-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/christmas-sparks-bree-hollis-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Christmas Sparks – Bree Hollis (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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“So,” Asher said, voice still rough. “Tonight. Your place. You mentioned doing this slowly?” Heat shot through me despite having just finished. “Very slowly.” “Define slowly.” “Hours.” I let my hand drift lower, tracing the curve of his ass through his underwear. “Want to take you apart piece by piece. Figure out every spot that makes you gasp. Every touch that makes you beg.”<\/p>\n

“Fuck.” He shifted against me, and I could feel him starting to harden again already. “You can’t just say things like that.” “Why not?” “Because now that’s all I’m going to think about. All day. While we’re driving back to town.” He nipped at my jaw. “While everyone’s asking questions about where we’ve been.” “Good.” I kissed him, slow and deep, nothing like the desperate heat from before. This was a promise. “Want you thinking about it. Want you anticipating.” “Evil.” “You like it.” “I really do.”<\/p>\n

He sighed against my mouth. “We should probably clean up. And figure out how to get your truck out.” “Should,” I agreed, not moving. “Finn?” “Yeah?” “What happens when we get back to town?” The question I’d been avoiding. The same one he’d asked yesterday, but now with the weight of morning-after reality behind it. I pulled back to look at him. His hair was a disaster, lips red and swollen, marks starting to show on his neck from my mouth.<\/p>\n

He looked thoroughly debauched and absolutely mine. “What do you want to happen?” “I want\u2014” He stopped, then started again. “I want to walk down Main Street holding your hand and not care who sees. I want everyone to know you’re mine.” My chest felt tight. “Possessive.” “Two years, Finn. I’m done being subtle.”<\/p>\n

His hand traced my jaw. “But I need to know what you want. Because if this is just a cabin thing, if you’re going to go back to sixteen inches when we’re in public\u2014” “No.” I caught his hand, pressed it over my heart. “No more distances. No more pretending.” “So what does that mean?” “It means we’re together. Really together.” The words felt huge, terrifying, right. “It means tonight at my place isn’t just sex. It’s the start of something.” “A relationship.” “Yeah.” I watched his face carefully.<\/p>\n

“If that’s what you want.” “That’s what I’ve wanted since the day I moved here.”<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a92025 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\u2019s imagination or used fictitiously.<\/p>\n

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 bree@breehollis.com 1kitap1.com\/en To anyone who’s ever been annoyed into falling in love and to the spark that was there all along.<\/p>\n

1kitap1.com\/en Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Author\u2019s Note About Bree 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter 1 ASHER Last Christmas, I’d sworn off December entirely. Spent the entire holiday season holed up in my apartment or in the shop, telling myself I was “too busy” to join the festival planning, too “new in town” to participate in caroling, too “not ready” to pretend I hadn’t just walked away from a six- figure career because I’d forgotten why making things beautiful mattered in the first place.<\/p>\n

This December was supposed to be different. Now here I was at 6:30 in the morning, arranging iridescent ornaments in my shop window like they could somehow rewrite that mistake. “You beautiful, sparkly little bastards,” I told them, stepping back to admire the display. Each one caught the early morning light differently\u2014 rainbow glass that shifted from purple to gold to green depending on the angle, hanging between white poinsettias I’d spray-painted with the subtlest shimmer of silver. “Finn Reilly is going to lose his entire mind.”<\/p>\n

Which was, admittedly, ninety percent of the point. The other ten percent had everything to do with proving I could do Christmas right this time. That I could build something beautiful in a place that wanted me here.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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