The Hazards of Mistletoe (Hazards #4)
by Alyssa Rose Ivy
Release Date: November 20, 2014
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance Novella
This was a sweet romance to get me in the holiday mood. Savy and Glen see each other only once at year at Christmas. Their families are friends so they have been friends forever. One year some mistletoe brings the opportunity to change things. But it doesn't go so well. When Savy returns the next Christmas Glen demands they finally clear the air.
I love best friend romances. Was so glad this story had that element. It is always a difficult and scary transition. There was some miss communication but luckily Glen has finally come to his senses and plans to do everything in his power to make things right. Glen was a sweet guy but not the smartest. His actions were so obviously confusing and he should have made an effort sooner to explain himself but he didn't. I still loved the way he relentlessly pursued Savy until he made things right. Also lots of talk of snow, ice skating, hot cocoa, egg nog, and holiday movies to get you in the holiday mood. A cute, fun and a little spicy read perfect for this time of year.
SIDE NOTE: This is the 4th book in the Hazards series but can be read as a stand alone. For those that have already read the Hazards series there are a few tie-ins with the series and Jade and Juliet are mentioned.
"What do you mean? You didn't have to get me anything."
"Of course I did. You already got me the best gift every."
I stared at him. "What are you talking about."
"You. You gave me you."
“Ice skating and hot cocoa? What are you buttering me up for?” I sat down on the bench and unlaced my skates. The snow was falling a little bit heavier, but the flakes were still light and more pleasant than a nuisance.
“I’m just enjoying an evening with a beautiful woman. I do have a romantic side you know.”
“Romantic?” What was Glen playing at? I’d had a crush on him for years, but things had stayed completely platonic. We were good friends who saw each other once a year, and teased each other through text messages and late night phone calls. That was it.
He didn’t hear me. He was already in line to return our skates. I waited for him to return with my boots, and not for the first time I was glad I’d worn wool socks. It was cold during the day, but the nights were absolutely freezing.
“Here you go, my lady.” He bent down and proceeded to put my foot into my boot.
I pulled away from him. “Knock it off. What’s gotten into you tonight?” As charming as Glen was being something seemed off with him. I wondered if maybe I wasn’t the only one who was upset.
He proceeded to move on to my next boot. “It’s Christmas Eve. Aren’t you Miss Holiday Spirit?”
“Exactly.” He put on his shoes and tugged on my hand to pull me to standing. “Let’s get those hot chocolates.”
The line at the café on the other side of the rink was nearly out the door, but I was enjoying Glen’s company so much I didn’t mind.
He insisted on buying my hot cocoa for me, and considering he’d already paid for my skate rental, I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Glen had all the money he could ever need, but I wasn’t used to guys buying me anything. My dating experience wasn’t extensive, and it involved boys who were all about going dutch. “I really don’t mind paying.”
“Yeah, but I want to pay. Stop arguing and enjoy yourself.” He lightly bumped his shoulder into mine.
We walked around the village sipping our hot chocolate and not saying much. After a while we took a seat on a bench. It was underneath a tree, and the pine needles blocked some of the falling snow. I closed my eyes and listened to the chatter of people walking by mixed with the low hum of holiday music.
“You guys need to kiss.”
I opened my eyes and saw a girl staring at us. “You’re sitting under mistletoe. That’s the rules. You’re under mistletoe, you kiss.”
I looked up. Sure enough there was mistletoe hanging over us from the tree. It wasn’t real, it was just the decorative stuff they used, but it had the same unmistakable appearance.
Glen put an arm around me. “I think she’s right, Savy.”
I turned to glare at him. “Don’t even start.”
“Why not? Scared to kiss me?” he teased.
Yes. I was scared. Terrified. This was Glen. Kissing him wasn’t something I was prepared to do casually while sitting on a bench in the snow with a bunch of onlookers. Of course I couldn’t tell him that though. “Why would I be scared?”
“I don’t know. Just checking.” He got a twinkle in his eye. That twinkle should have given me all the warning I needed, but it didn’t. I was wholly unprepared when his lips made contact with mine. They were warm and soft, and they moved perfectly against mine. I kissed him back, desperately wanting to know what his mouth tasted like, and if his tongue felt half as good as his lips.