My review for Kissing Mr. Mistletoe by Kate Kisser.

โ€‹My review for

Kissing Mr. Mistletoe


Kate Kisset

5 out of 5 stars! ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒŸ
Oh my gosh this book is so cute. This also is a quick read. I finished it in 2 hours.

I want to read more about these wonderful characters. 

Trace a country music singer comes home for seven days to take care of property that is uncle left him. Trace wasn’t expecting to see his ex girlfriend Monique. But there she was trying to decorate the outside of a building with her little girl Adele.

When the two see each other again sparks fly all over. But is this the second chance they want? Will they walk away again?

Guess you have to read this book to find out.

Look below for more information on the author Kate and links to buy this wonderful book. Also giveaway information.

*Kissing Mr. Mistletoe is a standalone read. Although you may recognize some of the names, this Christmas gem features its own cast of lovable and sexy characters.

Kate Kisset Bio:
Former San Francisco radio disc jockey Kate Kisset is passionate about telling great stories.
After playing thousands of Pop, Country, Rock and Oldies tunes, for her primarily female fan base, she changed her tune and became an author. 
Just a Kiss is the first book in her Napa Vineyard romance series, The Single Girls Wine Club.
She lives in Northern California and Santa Barbara with her family and rescue pup โ€œeditorโ€ Luciana Parmigiana, where she hikes, reads, listens to music, and drinks wine. 
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Adele didnโ€™t wait for further instruction and hurled the plastic nose cover into the air. Spinning, the snout missed Moniqueโ€™s outstretched hand and continued its path of projection several feet over her head and to the right.

Rudolfโ€™s schnozzle caught the light and sparkling in the sun, made its descent. Monique shifted her weight to grab it. Almost there.  She reached up and over feeling the ladder sway and rock beneath her.


Quickly seizing her perch with both hands, the sole of her boot slipped sideways on the metal step. Instead of regaining her balance, Monique skidded down one rung, and then another with her left foot and then another and another, until she found herself rappelling backward down the ladder, desperately grappling to hang on to whatever she could and praying for a soft landing.


She missed the last step and hit the ground, landing flat on her back.

โ€œOh no!โ€ Adele scampered to her and laid her soft chubby hands on Moniqueโ€™s cheeks. Snuggling close, her sweet breath touched her skin. Adele inspected her eyes from an inch away. โ€œAre you hurt bad?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m okay, baby.โ€ Reaching behind her back, Monique found the rock digging into her spine. She plucked it out of the dirt and flung it.

โ€œYou shouldnโ€™t be climbing on top of something you canโ€™t handle.โ€

Every cell of Moniqueโ€™s body froze. Her heart paused mid-thump.  The familiar drawl of the deep, sexy, voice coming from above propelled her back in time at warp speed to six years ago. But it couldnโ€™t be him. Not in a million years. She wrapped one arm tightly around Adele, and shielding her eyes from the glare with the other, looked up. Shit.

Trace Montgomery towered over her. He folded his arms over his chest making his smooth, muscled biceps bulge under his navy T-shirt. Wearing jeans that fit him as precisely as a fireman carries a hose, and with his swagger apparently still intact, he leaned back on the heel of his boot and tilted his face, rubbing his jaw. His unmistakable green eyes sparkled down at her.

โ€œW-what are you doing here?โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re hardly in a position to be asking questions.โ€ He reached with a powerful hand and lifted her up off the ground, along with Adele.

After removing a twig wedged between her legs and butt cheek, Monique attempted to get her bearings. Her brain stuttered, stopped and skipped over the right words to say. Her libido, however, operated flawlessly. Tingles charged from her neck to her toes and she broke into a sweat.  Steadying her gaze on his preposterously handsome face, a result of mixed genetic magic, her heart beat out of her skin. Trace opened his arms for a hug. Before she could think, he wrapped them around her and squeezed, smelling likeโ€”well, smelling like Trace, a combination of clean, fresh and help me now, Jesus.


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