Entangled Under the Mistletoe with Stefanie London

Hi, I’m Stefanie London, Aussie gal living in Canada. I love now being able to experience Christmas in winter! I had my first white Christmas ever when we moved to Toronto three years ago and it was truly magical. (I do miss my family a lot, but thank goodness for Skype!)

Favorite Holiday Song:

Let It Snow by Dean Martin…followed by Rockin’ Around The Christmas Tree because it reminds me of Home Alone.

Favorite Holiday Food:

Roast potatoes!

Favorite Holiday Movie:

Die Hard. We put our tree up on December first while watching this movie every year.

Are you the type of person who on November 1st…thinks it’s time to break out the Christmas music or thinks It’s not even Thanksgiving yet folks!

Although in my defense, in Canada Thanksgiving is in October, so it’s already done and dusted by November 1^st.

Are you one of those shoppers who has gone through your list and are done shopping well ahead of Christmas or are you elbowing people out of your way on Christmas Eve to finish your shopping?

Since moving to Canada, Christmas is a very low-key thing in terms of gifts. We don’t send gifts back home (postage often costs more than whatever we might buy) and I personally think Christmas should be more about spending time with the people you cherish. My husband and I usually exchange something small, and on Christmas day we go to a friend’s house to drink and eat and enjoy each other’s company.

Hero’s Name: Evan

Heroine’s Name: Stella

What would the perfect gift your hero would give your heroine and why?

Something personal. Since Evan and Stella are both millionaires, they have all the material things they could possibly want. A gift would need to be something really special and sentimental. Or maybe the best Christmas gift of all is a few days in bed ;)

Where would your hero or heroine secretly hang some mistletoe to catch an extra special holiday kiss and why?

Stella and Evan actually shared their first kiss as teenagers under a piece of mistletoe! To replicate that special moment, Stella would sneakily hang a piece in the kitchen where Evan always makes a coffee and tea for them in the morning. That way she can sneak up on him for a sleepy, early-morning kiss.

Share an excerpt of your favorite kissing scene between these two characters.

She placed the first few ornaments on the tree, spacing them out evenly and creating a subtle pattern. He followed her lead and they worked in silence. Occasionally, she would move one of the baubles he’d placed on the tree, if it didn’t look right. The tree came together slowly, piece by piece.

They added the collection of old-fashioned wooden ornaments that matched the set that Stella had back home; each piece finding its perfect spot among the bristles of the tree. The angel, the drummer boy, the rocking horse, the reindeer—they all had a place.

“I always put the decorations up here,” he said. “Though the staff aren’t nearly as fussy as you are.”

“Nothing wrong with doing it properly.”

“Nothing wrong with a little mess,” he countered. “It keeps life interesting.”

“I don’t like mess.” She frowned. “It’s…”

“Messy?”

“Complicated.”

What were they even talking about anymore? He didn’t know just how much he’d shattered her poor, virgin heart back then…or maybe he did.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated,” he said.

She opened her lips to reply but his hungry kiss enveloped her, hot breath filling her mouth where a protest should’ve been. He crushed her to him, one arm snaking around her shoulders so that there was nothing between them but the clothes on their bodies. He tasted of tea and cinnamon.

A groan passed between them as their tongues met, and Stella melted against him. His tongue danced with hers, probing and exploring her with a gentle yet insistent curiosity. She tilted her head back, feeling him catch it in one hand. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging her head back farther so that he could gain greater access to her mouth.

She was dizzy with lack of air and the pressure of his body against hers. Beneath her T-shirt her skin tingled, alight with the long-forgotten feeling. Her nipples beaded against the lace of her bra and she ached. Everywhere, she ached.

It had been a long time…a very long time.