Page 1 of Chasing Christmas
All this curvy girl wants for Christmas is the scarred, growly former stuntman who sets her world ablaze.
Kaiden
Call me a Scrooge, but I've never been big on holidays.
When you spend them alone, there isn't a whole lot to get excited about.
Until Laura Groves waltzes into my life and turns it upside down.
Hollywood's curvy It Girl is too young and beautiful for a scarred, used-up man like me.
But that doesn't stop me from claiming her anyway.
Except now the world thinks she's hiding a big secret, and it's up to me to put the rumors to rest.
I'll protect her, even if it means taking a job on her new Christmas movie, The Naughty List.
Laura
I have one Christmas wish this year: Kaiden Huxley.
He's the sexiest man I've ever met.
When he kisses me, the whole world falls out of focus.
There's only one problem.
A horrible accident left him scarred, and he doesn't think he's good enough.
But when my life spins out of control, he doesn't hesitate to face his past for me.
Now, it's up to me to teach this incredible man just how perfect he really is.
Before this movie wraps on Christmas, this grumpy former stuntman will be all tied up in a bow.
If the world stops throwing us curveballs, that is.
Chapter One
Kaiden
November
"Hello? Is anyone here?"
Shit.I throw myself against the wall, keeping my body carefully obscured in the darkened recesses of the old gym as a beautiful blonde peeps around the corner, her expression screwed up as if she expects to be kidnapped at any moment.
Laura Groves.The curvy little bombshell currently taking Hollywood—and the world—by storm. The girl is a fucking knockout. My heart slams against my ribcage, my cock swelling against the confine of my jeans. It's late November, cool even by California standards, yet sweat trickles between my shoulder blades as I stare at her.
I have her generous curves to thank for that.
She isn't reed thin like most starlets in this town, starving herself to fit some ridiculous standard of beauty that no one could measure up to without a whole lot of movie magic and thousands of dollars to throw into the endeavor. She has meat on her bones. And eyes green enough to shame the brightest emerald.
"Oh," she whispers, coming to a dead stop when she sees me skulking in the shadows.
"What are you doing here?" I growl, not stepping forward to meet her. I don't hide to frighten her. Thanks to the nasty scar across the right side of my face, most women in this town look at me in revulsion or pity. They shrink away as if they expect me to try to snatch them off the streets…or whisper behind their hands as if my scar somehow prevents me from hearing what they say about me. As far as I'm concerned, one reaction is just as bad as the other.
I may look like a nightmare now, but I was one of them. Funny how quickly people in this forget when you're no longer useful to them. As soon as my star faded, I became persona non grata to all but a few.