Excerpt From Polar Shift – Mistletoe, North Pole Book Two, Chapter 4

It’s been a rather non-productive May for me. I’ve been trying to work on Sig and Holly’s story. But it’s just not “speaking” to me right now. And I no matter how much I push at it, it’s just kind of stalled. But I still post excerpts from each chapter I do get done (see below).  I am going back to continue first edits on Taylor- Paranormal Operations, Inc.


Holly stood still, enclosed in Sig’s arms, his heat radiating through his parka but for the sharp crack that reverberated through the dark. The sound snapped her from the fog of Sig’s kiss. Pressing her hands against his chest hard, she struggled to break free of his grip. Sig lifted his mouth from hers and stared into her green eyes, seeing they were hazy. She pressed harder and he let her go, stepping back to give her some of space.

Another crack sounded and he glanced in the direction of the sound. In the dark, he couldn’t see much, even with his enhanced shifter sight. A haze of snow drifted near the small knot of spruce and fir trees next to the parking lot. The heavy, wet snow covering them had snapped a couple of smaller branches, sending them crashing to the soft cushion of the snow drifts that ringed the trees. His gaze slid back to Holly and he frowned. Her eyes had lost that soft, hazy look and were now narrowed in anger.

Holly took a step back before she hissed at him. “You ass, you have no right to kiss me.” She scrubbed at her lips with one mittened hand, trying to get the taste of him off her lips.

Sig’s narrowed in determination. “But I do have the right to kiss you,” He reached out to draw her back into his arms, but she eluded him, taking two more steps back.

“No,” she rejected. “You gave up any rights you had in our relationship the day you disappeared from my life years ago in Afghanistan.” He tensed, his whole body going ridged. This was what he’d needed to talk to her about. He owed her an explanation for walking away from her.

“You’re my mate, Holly–” She shook her head before he even  finished.

“Mate?” She shook her head as she spit the word out. “I didn’t know what that word meant until after you left. But I now know what it means. If I was your mate, you wouldn’t have–” She halted and drew in a deep breath of the frigid air. Tears glistened in her eyes.

Sig took a step closer but halted when Holly held up both hands. A pained expression passed over his face. “Holly–