Winter Kisses

by A. C. Arthur

  As kisses went, this one rated well beyond Monica’s high standards.

  She struggled to figure out exactly where in the stratosphere it compared, then gave up and simply sank in.

  Wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, made it more a pleasure in the present than one just swirling around in her mind. Beneath her arms she felt the strength of his broad shoulders. Pressing against her with heated persistence, the delicious warmth of an aroused man. Her heart hammered as his tongue slipped fiercely into her mouth. He was consuming her, that’s what she thought when coherent words surfaced. He was sucking and tasting, savoring and enticing. She was simply falling, falling, until she didn’t think she could feel the floor beneath her feet.

  Then, as quickly as this pleasurable funnel cloud had swooped her up, it dropped her. Hot to cold, light to dark, beginning to end. Alex pulled back, stared down at her, then walked away.

  Again.

  Books by A.C. Arthur

  Kimani Romance

  Love Me Like No Other

  A Cinderella Affair

  Guarding His Body

  Second Chance, Baby

  Defying Desire

  Full House Seduction

  Summer Heat

  Sing Your Pleasure

  Touch of Fate

  Winter Kisses

  ARTIST C. ARTHUR

  was born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland, where she currently resides with her husband and three children. An active imagination and a love for reading encouraged her to begin writing in high school and she hasn’t stopped since.

  Determined to bring a new edge to romance, she continues to develop intriguing plots, racy characters and fresh dialogue—thus keeping readers on their toes!

  Visit her website, www.acarthur.net.

  WINTER KISSES

  A.C. ARTHUR

  To anyone who has ever struggled with a secret, a past that you felt no one would ever understand.

  Here’s to forgiveness and brighter days.

  Dear Reader,

  It’s finally Monica’s turn! When I started the stories of the Lakefield sisters I knew Monica would be last because she had the most baggage and the longest road to true love. I didn’t really know which man would be the one to tame her, but after Summer Heat I was sure that Alex Bennett was the one.

  This story may touch a few hearts, bring a few laughs or even grunts of disapproval, but it’s so truly Monica’s story, her voyage through uncharted waters. Sometimes it’s hard for a strong, independent woman to sit still and listen, really listen to her heart. I’m glad Monica did just that and I’m very happy that Alex was the one talking to her.

  So as Winter Kisses concludes the Lakefield sisters, it opens the door for the Donovan cousins to take the lead. After this wintry love affair, get prepared for the heat of Miami Beach and the lives and loves of Sean and Dion Donovan, coming next year!

  As always, happy reading.

  AC

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Prologue

  The Setup

  “She’s never going to go for this.” Sam Desdune sipped from his glass of wine, looking over the rim at his wife.

  Karena Lakefield-Desdune smiled. Marriage and living in the stress-free country house away from the city suited her just perfectly. “The most important thing to Monica is making sure Lakefield Galleries has a stellar reputation and continues to make money. If she thinks for one minute that my missing a meeting might jeopardize that, she’ll go to the ends of the earth to fix the problem.”

  “And then she’s going to come down on you so hard you’ll wish you worked in another country,” Sam added with a frown. “I don’t want you taking on that kind of stress.”

  “I’ll be fine, Sam. I’m pregnant, not fragile. I can deal with Monica’s backlash.”

  “If your guy does his thing we won’t have to worry about her backlash,” Deena Lakefield-Donovan said from her perch on a stool at the bar. Standing right beside her with his hand wrapped securely around her shoulders was her husband of about six months, Maxwell Donovan.

  “Matchmaking can be a dangerous game,” Max added.

  “And matchmaking with my brother is the most dangerous game of all.” Renny Bennett sat on the leather couch with his wife, Sam’s twin sister, Bree, beside him.

  “I think it’s time Alex settled down. He works way too hard and spends too much time trying to take care of his family. He needs to find someone special,” Bree said.

  “The operative word being ‘find,’ hence he needs to look for himself, not be conned into a meeting with a woman like Monica,” Sam said.

  “And just what’s a woman like Monica?” Karena asked, trying not to sound offended.

  Sam immediately lifted his hands in surrender while around his den the men looked away, hiding their chuckles. “Whoa, wait a minute. You know I love my sister-in-law. Monica and I have developed an amicable relationship in the time I’ve known her. But, baby, you know she’s not an easy woman. I mean, if she was we wouldn’t be sitting here plotting a way to get her laid.”

  “We are not plotting to get her laid!” Karena stated adamantly.

  “We’re not?” Deena gave Karena a perplexed look before putting her glass on the bar.

  Bree laughed. “We’re plotting to get both of them laid before they drive us all crazy.”

  “Fine, we can get Alex there without a problem. The rest is going to be up to them. If you ladies think they’re such a good match then a cozy cabin on the slopes of Aspen couldn’t be a better place for them to hook up. Now you just need to do your part.” This was from Renny, who wasn’t totally convinced but had learned long ago to pick and choose his arguments with his wife. She’d met Monica Lakefield while working with Sam’s private investigation agency so she knew the woman and she knew Alex. He would have to trust her judgment, for now.

  “Then it’s settled. Karena, make the call,” Deena said.

  All eyes were on her as Karena picked up the cordless phone and began to dial.

  “Monica?” she said a few seconds later. “We’ve got a problem.”

  Chapter 1

  “Crap!” Monica blurted then looked around to make sure no one heard her. Kneeling quickly, she tried to rescue her BlackBerry that had fallen into a sloppy, wet slope of snow right near the steps.

  Droplets of water spotted her white leather gloves as she reached into the snow and scooped up the phone. Her teeth clenched and she so badly wanted to curse again as she tried to shake the water from the phone. The screen was black. She pushed the menu button. Nothing. She pressed the on button. Nothing.

  She took the wooden steps without even looking up and continued to study her phone, praying it would turn on. It didn’t and then she was at the door so she slipped it into her pocket and walked inside. Her cheeks tingled as the frigidly cold air of Aspen, Colorado, which had just about frozen them, gave way to the welcome warmth of two huge fireplaces.

  It was two days after Christmas, a Monday afternoon she should have been spending in her office going over the sales slips from last week’s showing. Instead, she was walking up to the large marble-and-cherry-w
ood counter with the gold sign reading Concierge. She wasn’t at the gallery in Manhattan—instead, she was here at this ski resort to meet with two of Lakefield Galleries’ biggest sponsors in the hopes of keeping their support for the Black History showing coming in a few short weeks.

  The thought of Karena dropping the ball with the Mendlesons had Monica clenching her teeth again. At this rate she would be paying her orthodontist half her yearly salary. But lately her sisters and their carefree attitude and lifestyle were really starting to get on her nerves. Both her younger sisters were now what they called “happily married.” She’d more aptly call it “blissfully stupid.” Why they thought settling down with a man completed their lives in some way she had no clue. And she much preferred her own stance of “no marriage, no hassles.”

  “Reservation for Monica Lakefield,” she said to the clerk whose name tag read Jack.

  Jack happily tapped keys on the keyboard then looked up at her and smiled. “Ms. Lakefield, yes. You’re in the western cabin, which is out this door and to your right, last cabin on the left. I’ll have your bags brought down.”

  “Thank you. Let me get my credit card,” she said, reaching into her purse to get her wallet.

  Jack shook his head. “That won’t be necessary. The bill has already been taken care of.”

  “Fine. Thank you,” she said and dropped her wallet back into her bag.

  Karena must have used the company card to make her reservation. That made sense, but she really didn’t expect her sister to be using the brain she was blessed with. Especially because when Monica last talked to her at the airport, Karena was still at home with her husband. Neither of her sisters thought working on the weekend or the days after a holiday was a good idea. To the contrary, Monica lived by seven-day workweeks.

  As she trudged through the ice-slicked walkway, she thought maybe she should have put on sturdier boots. As it was, her four-inch leather knee-high boots were either going to get her killed or be ruined by the elements; either way, she wasn’t really in the mood to deal with it.

  Actually, if she were perfectly honest with herself, Monica wasn’t in the mood for anything. Christmas had been the same as every year—a huge dinner at her parents’ with a tableful of food and conversation she barely paid attention to. This year it had been highlighted by the two new additions to the family, one of which was Maxwell Donovan, who was almost ten years older than her youngest sister, Deena, but had married her anyway. Despite that slightly annoying fact, Max was related to the Donovans of Las Vegas, a family whose reputation for wealth, prestige and philanthropy preceded them.

  The other addition was Samuel Desdune, private-investigator extraordinaire, who probably saved the gallery from a blistering scandal surrounding stolen artwork. Sam married Karena, moved her out of Manhattan to his country home in Connecticut and sliced her workweek almost in half. That pissed Monica off royally.

  There was no way, not now or anytime in her future, that she would allow a man to dictate when and where she lived or worked. That was a simple fact. Monica took care of Monica; she didn’t need anyone else.

  Sam’s family wasn’t hurting for money, either. They’d made their fortune in restaurants. The Creole family seemed interesting enough. Sam’s twin sister, Sabrina, was an ex-marine and now worked alongside Sam as a private investigator. Her husband was Lorenzo Bennett, a very talented sculptor—Monica was working on getting a few select pieces from him to show at the gallery.

  All in all her sisters’ choices of men weren’t too bad, if you were looking for a man to settle down with. Which Monica definitely was not. No, settling down to Monica meant working even harder to open another Lakefield Galleries somewhere on the East Coast.

  That’s why she was here, with the wind chilling her right through her wool coat and sweater. That’s why she was risking breaking her neck and ruining her boots to get to this cabin, to save Lakefield Galleries. Besides breathing, the gallery was Monica’s first priority; its reputation and ultimate success were her only goals. Nothing and nobody else mattered.

  Except family, she thought, lifting her hand to the knob on the wooden door with the sign hanging from a gold link chain that read Western. This snowbound-in-the-wilderness theme wasn’t doing anything for her, but despite the fact that one of Monica’s sisters was responsible for her being here, she loved her family dearly.

  As she opened the door and took a step inside, Monica frowned. In addition to her job, her BlackBerry, her laptop and her family, Monica loved her high-rise condo in New York, where she lived comfortably alone.

  Unfortunately, comfortably alone didn’t look like something she’d achieve here. After stepping into the cabin, which was wall-to-wall wood paneling, Monica felt immediate warmth and slight trepidation. The warmth would be courtesy of the fire burning brightly in the fireplace taking up a good portion of the left wall. From another room she could hear the roar of a crowd, perhaps at a football game or something. A television was on and there was a black leather duffel bag on the peanut-butter-toned couch—hence the trepidation.

  She flipped the receipt she still held in her hand and checked her cabin name once more. Western. It said it on the receipt and it said it on the outside of the cabin, plus the clerk had said “western cabin.” Now, what were the odds that all three were wrong?

  She let her purse slide from her shoulders, placing it on a long wood-and-brass sofa table. Thick, plush carpet muffled the sound of her heels as she walked through the area that looked like a living room, into a smaller room with a large-screen TV that displayed, as she’d thought, a football game.

  “Hello?” she said, trying to elevate her voice over the sound of the television.

  She didn’t receive an answer.

  Moving farther into what felt like a circular floor plan, she found a kitchen that was larger than the one in her condo with stainless-steel appliances, black marble countertops and dark wood cabinets. Very modern and almost spotless. Almost, she thought as her gaze settled on a glass half-filled with what looked like red wine.

  Another doorway led her to a small hallway that broke off into two directions. She could see going one way would circle her right back to the living-room area and a view of the front door. In the other direction were two closed doors. She suspected a bedroom and bathroom.

  By this point she was just about positive that either she was in the wrong cabin or someone had invaded hers. Feeling momentarily like Goldilocks in the home of the Three Bears, she took a tentative step toward the closed doors, yelling once more, “Hello?”

  A few seconds later she heard the clicking of a door and stopped. Her mouth opened, about to announce her presence once more, then snapped shut when he walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist.

  Three days in the ski-resort capital of the world,—he could handle that. Despite what his brothers and his in-laws thought, Alex wasn’t as focused on business as they complained. Okay, maybe he was, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to relax every once in a while. Besides, he ran a multimillion-dollar company, in the very competitive communications industry. He had to stay on top of his game at all times; that was the only way the Bennett name would stay top in its class. A goal he took very seriously, especially since it meant his father, Marvin, could finally retire with Alex’s lovely mother, Beatriz.

  Alexander Bennett came from a loyal and loving family with Brazilian roots that made them all the more passionate about any and everything they did. The oldest of three boys and two girls, Alex took on his role as a leader early in life. He worked alongside his father from his later years in high school all through college. Now, fifteen years later, he was the chief operating officer at Bennett Industries, second in line after his father, CEO Marvin Bennett.

  Alex wasn’t the only professional out of the Bennett children and he was very proud of his siblings’ achievements. Although it had taken him a while to come around to understanding how serious his brother Renny was about being
a sculptor, Rico’s natural ascent into Bennett Industries’ chief financial officer position was no surprise. His sisters, Adriana and Gabriella, both had their own goals, as well—what they were Alex wasn’t entirely sure, but he loved them just the same.

  But these next three days weren’t about his family or his job—they were about having some fun. Renny’s phone call had strongly advocated how much the men needed to get away, have some bonding time, especially since all the men closest to him had recently fallen into the marriage arena. Renny had been first, then through his in-laws, the Desdunes, Alex had sort of adopted Sam and Cole as his brothers, as well. Alex, Rico and Cole still remained single, but the poker nights they were used to sharing were quickly being cut to a minimum.

  This trip was about them getting together and having a great time before the holidays ended and they all went back to their respective lives and businesses. And Alex was game for that.

  Two days before Christmas he’d closed one of the company’s biggest deals for a new line of cell phones with digital connections that would take them into the next century as a communications leader. The first of the year a number of articles would advertise their success as well as open the door for new stresses and headaches. What was the saying, “More money, more problems”? Alex firmly believed that was true. And while his ambition wasn’t fueled by a lust for money, or power, for that matter, he wasn’t naive about the facts of life. He was a rich man; his family was very successful and envied. And as they’d already experienced when they’d all been targeted by a jealous lunatic a few years ago, success could bring just as much bad news as good.