Free Christmas Lovers by Jan Springer

An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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    Christmas Lovers

    ISBN # 1-4199-0453-1
    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
    Christmas Lovers Copyright© 2005 Jan Springer
    Edited by Mary Moran.
    Cover design by Syneca. Photography by Dennis Roliff.

    Electronic book Publication: December 2005

    This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 443103502.

    This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

    Warning:

    The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Christmas Lovers has been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

    Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (Erotic), and X (X-treme).

    S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

    E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as
    “fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

    X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles, stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

    CHRISTMAS LOVERS
    Jan Springer

    Dedication

    Dedicated to wounded soldiers and the wonderful nurses who care for them. May God bless and protect you.
    And, as always, for Mary Moran. Thanks for your wonderful support.

    Christmas Lovers
Prologue
    Several months earlier…

    Pain.
    So much fucking pain he could just scream as he lay helpless in the U.S. military hospital bed they’d brought him to.
    He remembered the nurse, the one with the soft voice he’d immediately fallen in love with, saying something about burns, broken bones to his lower legs. A shrapnel wound near his heart. A concussion. Temporary blindness. Shit, he was a freaking mess, wasn’t he?
    But he’d been stabilized overseas. Brought back to the States at the direction of his brothers. They’d pulled heavy-duty strings getting him there so fast. They’d wanted him recuperating close to home and not in some foreign country. Snatches of memories sifted through his mind. Memories of an explosion. Searing heat. Too bright orange flames.
    He remembered the agonized cries. His buddies cries, the feeling of helplessness. The terror and then the thankful darkness.
    Sergeant Connor Jordan jerked involuntarily as a feminine hand smoothed over his hot forehead.
    Nurse Sparks, his Florence Nightingale.
    She was back on duty and he felt relieved. She always smelled so damned good and her soft touches were quick to settle his uneasiness. Quick to make the memories of that horrible day disappear.
    “I can see they took the bandages off your eyes.”
    Her voice sounded so sexy. Intimate. As if he were the only man in the world for her. She moved into his field of vision and he finally saw her for the first time. 5
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    Sexy chocolate brown eyes and a wild tangle of blonde hair greeted him. Her plump cheeks were flushed a pretty pink as if she’d just come in from a brisk walk. Her mouth…perfection.
    The sweet knot that had settled into his lower belly the first time he’d heard her voice a few days ago turned into something else. Turned into a scorching, driving need. A craving to have her soft, warm lips wrap around his cock.
    “You can see me