Morning all!! Ho ho ho~
A Christmassy welcome to the Blog Tour for a very merry holiday book by Ariella Zoelle: Friend or Mistlefoe! I am so delighted I can help promote her books, she always writes such fun books filled with romance and fab characters~
For today’s post, well I got a full one! Excerpt, Teasers, a giveaway, and book/author information!
As for the giveaway, you can win the mugs, or you can buy them over at Ariella’s website: https://www.ariellazoelle.com/store
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Ready? Let’s get in the Christmas spirit!
The only thing worse than Mingo not living out his Christmas rom-com fantasy is having his sworn enemy be the one to make all his holiday dreams come true.
I’d rather roast my chestnuts over an open fire than spend a single second around Marley. So when that grinch shows up at my apartment to hang out with my friends over Christmas break, I’m ready to deck his halls, if you know what I mean.
After he starts an argument with me, I take advantage of the mistletoe hanging above us to end it with an impulsive kiss to shut him up, once and for all. But I make one crucial miscalculation: Marley kisses to win, and I refuse to lose.
Now, I want to jingle his bells and make it a white Christmas. It must be a holiday miracle that I went from hating a guy to wishing he’d plow me like the snowy roads.
Can we call a truce long enough to make it a not-so-silent night?
Friend or Mistlefoe is a standalone holiday novel in the Sunnyside universe. This comedic enemies to lovers gay romance is full of holiday cheer and naughty Christmas banter. If you love cute sweetness, sexy fun, and no angst stories that will make you laugh and swoon, you’ll enjoy this festive HEA without cliffhangers.
Ariella Zoelle previously published as A.F. Zoelle. She adores steamy, funny, swoony romances where couples are allowed to just be happy. That means she writes low angst stories full of heat, humor, and heart. Her vast knowledge of weird, wild, and wonderful randomness colors her writing, meaning her characters have some pretty strange and entertaining interests.
There are even rumors that she’s a time management wizard who uses her magic powers to create enough free time to turn her massive horde of plot bunnies into sassy M/M romance novels. Her next feat will be turning herself into a full-time author.
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Chapter 1: Mingo Nevins
Marley set his coffee aside but continued petting my cat. “Perhaps if you weren’t so self-righteous all the time, we would get along.”
“Oh, I’m the fucking problem?” I demanded with outrage.
“You never give an inch.”
“Because you would take a mile!” I huffed with irritation.
As always, he was unflappably cool. It was infuriating. “I don’t know what you’re so mad about. You started the animosity first.”
“No, it started with you being an insufferable know-it-all about everything.” I couldn’t stand it.
He shrugged. “What’s wrong with knowing a lot of things about a ton of stuff?”
“It has more to do with how you use your ‘superior intellect’ as a weapon to make everyone feel bad about themselves.” I had seen him use his knowledge to beat down so many people in our classes. He tried to put me in my place, but I did my best to never let him get the upper hand. It was tough when we almost always ended up with a few together each semester since we both studied the same period of Japanese history.
“If they feel bad about themselves because they were out-argued, that’s a them-problem. It’s not my fault that they’re intimidated by my brilliance because of their own inferiority complex.”
Whenever he said such arrogant things, it made my teeth grind. “Oh, please. You’re not that great. I can eat a bowl of alphabet soup and shit out a better argument than you could ever dream of coming up with.” I hated how it gratified me when he genuinely laughed at my comment while my friends howled with amusement.
“Ha, I’d like to see you try.”
“In the spirit of the seasons, I’d rather see Mingo try to eviscerate Marley with Christmas puns,” Alain said. He was always the first to goad us on because he was convinced we wanted to fuck out our aggression. “Because this is love at frost sight if I’ve ever seen it.”
“Love at frost sight?” I scoffed at the ridiculous notion. “I’d rather deck his halls!”
It startled me when Marley reached over with a crooked finger and tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “Funny, it sounds more like you want to jingle my bells and make this a white Christmas,” he said in a dark rumble that turned my insides to molten lava. Despite the ambiguity surrounding his sexuality, he certainly looked interested in seducing me. Damn it, I was too much of a sucker for clever wordplay for him to be that skilled at my favorite type of banter. Why did he always have to be the best at everything? It wasn’t fair. “Is that what you want, Mingo?”
More than anything, what I wanted to do was shut him up for good. As he looked deep into my eyes while caressing under my chin like he had done to my cat, something vital broke inside my brain. It was the only excuse for why I reached out, grabbed a fistful of his soft cardigan, and yanked him in for a demanding kiss under the mistletoe hanging above us. After all, there was more than one way to win an argument. And I was determined to come out on top for once, even if it meant playing a little dirty.