Want to know who scored the loot? Here's the names!
Missy Carter - mnjcarter
Nancy Gilliland - nancyg5997
Patti P - musicalfrog
Debby - debby236
Each gets a pdf of their choice from Changeling Press. Congrats ladies!!
And thanks to all the WHC Christmas authors who participated. We had quite a good turn out and a LOT of fun. Thanks to Goddess Fish for letting us party. Sorry if we left punch stains or forgot to sweep up the crumbs. We'll send a Cabana boy or two to help out.
Happy sales and Happy Holidays!
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Wrapping It Up
It's been great hanging out with everyone at Goddess Fish Party Pavilion. Thanks for having us. I wanted to wrap this up and say goodnight to everyone with more Christmas carol parodies of the naughty nature:
Walking Around in Women's Underwear:
Nuttin' For Christmas
And no Christmas celebration is complete without lights:
Carol of the Bells - Trans Siberian Orchestra
Wizards in Winter - Trans Siberian Orchestra
Hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Yule, and for every other holiday I missed (because I know I missed some) please enjoy the winter/gift-giving holiday season.
--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://zenobiarenquist.com
Caveat Emptor Series - Follow three couples as they struggle with love during a vampire-mage war.
Walking Around in Women's Underwear:
Nuttin' For Christmas
And no Christmas celebration is complete without lights:
Carol of the Bells - Trans Siberian Orchestra
Wizards in Winter - Trans Siberian Orchestra
Hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Yule, and for every other holiday I missed (because I know I missed some) please enjoy the winter/gift-giving holiday season.
--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://zenobiarenquist.com
Caveat Emptor Series - Follow three couples as they struggle with love during a vampire-mage war.
Leaving with a smile (rated R)
Wow. It's been tons of fun today. Thank you for joining us!!
I don't know about you, but I am happy. Lots of fun reads, wicked talk and yummy pleasures will definitely send me to bed here with a grin.
I know you want to go to bed happy as well, so tuck this next excerpt around you and have sweet (and naughty) dreams.
Emmy is a Workshop elf, a tiny elf, that wishes for something big. When she wakes up Christmas morning, Santa's left her a shiny new bell, as usual. But when she gets up to greet her day, her eyes widen at the real gift waiting in the living room.
Now that her gift is here, what to do? There are so. Many. Options. Some of these Trey takes upon himself to dish out - but can Emmy handle what he has in store for her? Check out this little bit and tell me, how would you handle this situation?
Rated R Excerpt:
She shuddered at his words, spoken right against her ear, tickling and stimulating her at the same time. "You can push me as far as you want, Trey."
"Can I?"
He reached around her body, and she yelped when an icy cold sensation swiped over a nipple. She dropped her head to see an icicle in his hand. "Where'd you get that?"
"We're at the North Pole, baby. Where do you think I got it? Your eaves are full of them." He brushed the cold, skinny cone across the other breast. The intense cold made her little peaks shoot out even more, and after a few more breathtaking swipes, turned them from pale pink to candy apple red.
"Aren't your hands cold?" she asked as her teeth began to chatter. He hadn't touched her anywhere else except for the ice on her breasts.
"I live in this stuff. This is nothing. Now open wide."
He raised the icicle and she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the blunt point over her bottom lip.
"Now close your mouth and hold this for me a minute. Don't bite it off. Do you understand?"
She nodded and sucked on the spear in her mouth. It started to slip so she set her teeth down, but carefully so as not to cause a break.
His hands fiddled at the back of her neck, and the ribbon holding her bell loosened. He dropped the beribboned bell to her waist, refastened the ties, and twisted it so the bell now rested at the top of her ass.
"I plan to make these hips shake, Emmy. I like your bell, and I want to hear that thing ring like crazy, got me?"
She nodded.
"Now, where did I leave that... oh, yeah."
He slipped the icicle from her mouth, explaining, "Don't worry if we go through this one fast. You've plenty more."
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*Shiver* In an oh, so good a way. Find out if Emmy is able to make that bell ring like crazy. Grab your copy of Emmy's Wish today and have pleasant dreams!
And don't forget, every White Hot Christmas purchase made this month enters you into the contest for Free Books. Click here for these details.
Finally, thanks to Goddess Fish for having us, thanks to all the awesome Changeling's and thanks to you, for visiting with us today.
Here's a little more fun from White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings!
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Abby stumbled into the kitchen for a drink without bothering to turn the lights on. The ambient glow from the streetlight was usually enough for her to find her way. Yet tonight, the glow was absent.
Maybe it's cloudy outside.
She felt her way along the wall and crossed the dining room toward the kitchen, only to run into a solid wall where there shouldn't be one. Abby stuck out her hands, and felt... skin. Warm, solid, muscled, skin, dusted with hair. Male skin.
She screamed, prompting another warm, solid, muscled male body to slide behind her, his hand gently covering her mouth. She was bracketed by them in an almost naked Abby sandwich.
No way, Jose! I've seen this kind of movie too many times. I'm not gonna end up on the wrong side of a slasher film with screeching music after letting some strangers feel me up.
The man in front of her framed her face with his hands as if he wanted to kiss her, so she placed her palms on either side of his waist as he drew near, pulling him just a little bit closer.
Thud!
The guy in front of her went down with a whimper, her sharp knee right on target. She flung her head back toward the man behind her, hoping he was close enough and short enough for her skull to hit him in the face.
She was correct on both guesses, and the second man went down. Abby ran for her cell phone and the front door, dialing 9-1-1 as she fumbled with the locks.
The phone went dead. Dropping the useless thing, she undid four of the locks by feel before she heard the men stirring. She shot a glance behind her and doubled her efforts, only to find all the locks re-secured when she turned the light on. "Holy crap! What the hell is going on?" I know I undid those locks. I've done it a thousand times.
"We're your Christmas presents, Abby." A man's pained voice sounded from the bodies she'd left near the kitchen.
Abby turned toward them after glancing again at the dead cell phone. The locks, she couldn't explain.
The men rose shakily, helping each other up. Two nearly identical "steaming hot, muscled hunks of love," her girlfriends at work would call them. She could easily imagine her friends pushing each other out of the way to shove crisp dollar bills down the men's tight, brightly colored little thongs.
Thongs in Chicago in December? Oh no. "Uhm... you said you were my Christmas presents?"
They nodded in tandem.
"Did Mandy and Kim send you? I told them not to get me anything for Christmas, damn it!"
The men shrugged, and the one with the bloodied nose pulled a towel away from his face. "We don't know who sent us, Abby, just that we're here to grant your every desire."
"Great. How about you start by cleaning the bathroom? I hate doing that. Or are you strictly the dancing and dollar bill type?"
They glanced at each other in confusion, and she groaned when their eyes widened in obvious interest while they checked each other out. She had to admit, her friends definitely had good taste in eye candy. Completely delicious, from the top of their heads, past their broad, muscled chests, ripped abs, over their miniscule thongs, down their perfectly sculpted legs, and all the way down to their feet. One of which, on each man, was covered in an odd sock that looked suspiciously like the ones from her window sill.
She sighed in disappointment as they completely ignored her for each other. "The bathroom's that way, guys." She pointed down the hall, and strode into the bedroom to dress and down a couple of aspirin for the pounding headache she felt starting. "Just my luck. Two gorgeous men at my beck and call, bought and paid for... and they're gay. Figures." She shut the door on her fantasies and changed into her sweats.
* * *
"Oh yeah, shove it in there! Harder! Harder!"
The enthusiastic shout coming from her bathroom had Abby rushing to finish dressing. No way. No fucking way! They couldn't be... not in her bathroom!
"Wait, it's too tight." The other voice sounded strained, panting hard. "I don't think it's going to fit -- oh, there it goes!" A disgusting sound squirted wetly, the sound coming faster and faster as the men cheered themselves on, breathing harder and harder.
"Who knew there would be so much suction?"
"Damn, it's kind of dirty, don't you think?"
She stood outside the bathroom door, hesitating. It was swung closed, but not entirely shut. Just a little push, and it would swing open wider...
No, that would be disturbing their privacy.
Still unsure, she nudged the door with her foot. Oops. She peeked through the slight gap in the door, feeling kind of naughty, but ready for a little man-on-man action to liven up her Christmas Eve.
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White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings is available now at Changeling Press!
~ Cassidy
http://www.cassidymckay.com
Inspiration: Stripping Christmas by Zenobia Renquist
My inspiration for Stripping Christmas is very simple -- Margaret Riley. Yup, the owner of Changeling Press put it in my head. In September, she sent out a call for Christmas titles to fit the theme of White Hot Christmas. In this call she stressed having a story that involved more than a hooker in a naughty Mrs. Claus outfit.At the time, I was stuck in NYC waiting for a train home to Baltimore, MD. I had nothing else better to do but let the idea of hookers in Mrs. Claus outfits run through my head. Of course, I couldn't have a story with that so my mind made the leap to strippers in naughty Mrs. Claus outfits. And then what if that stripper married Santa by mistake.
From there the story was born. I had the whole thing plotted out by the time I got home. I had over half of it written the very next day before I even got approval for the proposal. It was submitted the following week.
And of course when I think of naughty girls and Santa, I always hear Santa Baby playing in the background. So here's one my favorite versions of this song:
Madonna - Santa Baby
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Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://zenobiarenquist.com
Caveat Emptor Series - Follow three couples as they struggle with love during a vampire-mage war.
Cassidy's here!
Better late than never, right? I'm excited to see my fellow Changeling authors here, and boy have they been heating up the room.
I was very lucky to have my story Christmas Stalkings included in the White Hot Christmas lineup at Changeling this year.
I hope you'll enjoy the antics of my deliciously naughty elf, Henry, as he tries to get back into the North Pole's good graces after some of his not-made-for-kids toys go a little haywire. Here's a little taste of the madness:
White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings
by Cassidy McKay
What's a Christmas Elf to do when he wants to sex up the North Pole a bit? Make adult toys, of course!
When Henry's Elven magic goes awry, Santa's workshop will never be the same.
Henry removed his socks, took a quick sniff and shrugged, then hung them on the windowsill. They looked oddly out of place in an apartment that had little to recommend it for the holiday season.
A siren wailed in the distance, quickly blending into the background noise of the city. Tilting his head, the Elf considered the implications of a siren, then ignored it. It's not really breaking and entering if I didn't break anything to enter, right?
He rummaged through several of his pockets to bring out a Christmas tree-shaped air freshener, brushed the lint off, and hung it on the window between the stockings with a little suction cup.
With a twinkle of his eye and a gentle twist to his left nipple ring, a bright purple pulse of magic surrounded the items and then faded away. He squinted, looking closer. It couldn't have been purple. Christmas magic is supposed to be red and green.
He stood back to stare at his makeshift decorations. For a disbarred Elf, he hadn't done too badly. At least The Claus hadn't taken away his magic... yet. The hearing wasn't until after the New Year, anyway.
His last attempt to bring a little joy into people's lives rushed back as if it were only yesterday. Then he smiled in wry humor -- it was only yesterday! But Holy Pointed Elven Ears, what a day...
* * *
Henry really hadn't meant to cause a ruckus in the Toy Shoppe. He'd just tried to sex up the place a little bit. Everyone seemed to think Christmas Elves were little green androgynous drones with pointy ears, endlessly building toys for good little boys and girls.
Not Henry. Well, he did have the pointy ears, and he did like to build toys. But he really preferred adult toys. He'd brought some of his new inventions to work to present to Mr. and Mrs. Claus and the Approval Committee. Unfortunately, his magic was rather unpredictable at best -- and the toys he invented were made with magic.
Foregoing the simple red and green Christmas magic Elves usually used to make toys, he preferred using the rarer, more dangerous purple magic -- the kind adult Elves used in secret. However, his attempts at building toys using either type of magic didn't always make them work the way they were intended to, no matter how good his intentions.
Yesterday's incident probably fell into the "Worse than disastrous" category. He'd finally been invited to show the Committee his inventions. He was nervous, but he'd put on a good face, even when minor things started going haywire. Things went from bad to worse faster than a reindeer could land on a rooftop.
First, Santa reached into the sack on the table before the Committee and brought out what looked like a toy statue. The tiny female figure it portrayed was buxom, to say the least. The old man's eyebrows rose and his glasses slipped down his nose when he noticed her black leather corset, short skirt and thigh-high leather boots. Santa's brows knit together and he glanced at Henry, ignoring the Elf's frantic scrambling to grab the statue.
"No Santa, don't push that button, I haven't fixed it yet..."
Santa pushed the button on the back of the statue.
In the twinkle of an eye and a whirl of purple sparkling magic, the outfit disappeared from the statue, leaving a fully developed, anatomically correct doll, complete with pierced nipples and neatly shaven pubes.
Henry watched as Santa's mouth dropped open in shock and the old man's knit brows whipped into a furious frown. "Henry!"
"Santa, I can explain..."
The loud, shared gasp coming from the Committee cut Henry's explanation short. Santa turned quicker than a wink to see his formerly demure wife now dressed in the wicked outfit that had just been on the doll.
The black leather gear revealed a savagely curved, white-haired, vintage sex goddess worthy of hours of devoted worship. The lethal-looking whip dangling from her hand only added to the spicy image.
Santa's tenting pants told Henry he noticed, too. More tents arose from the Committee. Could this be a tentative approval?
Mrs. Claus cautiously moved the whip in her hand, watching it writhe with the slightest touch. A naughty smile curved her lips as she gave the whip a swift crack, landing a satisfying snap near Santa. She raised an eyebrow, looking first at Henry, then the doll, and finally at her husband advancing toward her with a telltale twinkle in his eye.
Henry suddenly remembered the other magic he'd installed with the doll. Attitude Plus. Inhibitions zero. "Uhm, Santa? You might want to reconsider..."
"Shut up, Henry," Mr. and Mrs. Claus said in tandem, their eyes locked on one another.
Mrs. Claus turned toward the door, her deliciously shaped ass outlined in smooth black leather. She walked away in the fuck-me-heeled boots as if born to lead, striding forward with a swinging gait as the leather skirt danced around the top of her dimpled thighs. She turned the lock on the Committee door with a quiet snick.
ISBN: 978-1-60521-740-6
Formats Available:
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Copyright (c)2011 Cassidy McKayA lil bit of Santa's Claws... NC 17 to heat up the cold nights
God, she had never felt anything so soft. His lips pressed against hers before traveling over her cheeks, her chin, and down to her neck. She whimpered, unable to hold in the needy sound as his warm breath sensitized her skin. Her head dropped back, offering her throat to his caresses, and she shuddered as his tongue darted out to taste the thin skin of her neck.
He must have liked that sound because he did it again and again until her knees were trembling and her fingers locked onto the bare skin of his shoulders, his strength keeping her upright. She looked up into his eyes. For a moment they looked confused before he again took her lips, pressing hard enough to make her mouth open. His tongue invaded her mouth, and the taste of mint exploded over her taste buds.
Mint was her new favorite flavor.
Her hands traveled over his chest, teasing those candy cane nipples, making him growl at the sharp sensation. He lifted his mouth from hers, his eyes narrowed in lust, and his lips pulled back into a snarl. Before she could blink, he had her in his arms and was racing toward the back bedroom. It was easy to spot, as the door was wide open, giving a clear view of her bed.
He carried her inside, taking a moment to stare at her computer set-up.
“Outdated.” He snorted and her eyes narrowed. That damn computer was nearly brand new. It was part of a signing package she got for re-upping with NPI. It was not outdated.
But any complaints were quickly forgotten as his hands went to work on her clothing. Her shirt was shredded and tossed aside. Her skirt was torn from her body. Her panties and bra turned to confetti, and she didn’t care.
Her world was silent save for his gasps and moans as he ran his hands over her body, as he tossed her on the bed, as he ripped those damn shorts off and loomed over her.
“So perfect.” He spoke softly, his fingertips lightly running over her body.
She had never been touched so gently before. His fingertips contained lightning that made her nipples stiffen, her body arch and her thoughts slow.
“God, yes,” she moaned, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. It was like silk, she noted as her hands trailed along his shoulders, over his chest and down that teasing trail of hair that led to one large, pink erection.
He gasped as her fingers wrapped around him, stiffening to the point where he nearly fell on top of her.
And this she liked. This put her totally in control. She took advantage by rolling them over until she was on top. His eyes widened at this, but he relaxed back into the blankets, awaiting her next move, his black eyes radiating heat.
She didn’t make him wait long. She gripped his cock in one hand, marveling at the length and girth of him, before she dove down, licking at the glistening, heart-shaped head. He was so turned on he was already leaking precum. Her Elf was beyond horny, and she liked it.
Mint again. The flavor of his precum was delicious. It made her mouth tingle in an all-too-pleasurable way. His hips arched up in need. She choked a little, then pulled back to lick the shaft, reveling in his begging and pleading.
“Noel,” he gasped. “Please.”
But this was her show. She was in control.
“Soon, baby,” she whispered, pulling back to duck low and lap at his balls, giggling as they shifted in their soft sac. “Soon I’m going to suck you hard, make you scream, make you beg for more.”
God, she loved talking to him and knowing she could hear and see his every response. And responding he was. His head whipped back and forth on the pillows, his body trembled at her touch, and his eyes were trained on her, watching her every move. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever felt.
She settled lower between his spread legs and sucked his cock deep into her mouth, moaning as she felt her pussy grow wet with hunger. He tasted so damn good! She sucked harder, getting more of his delicious precum before feeling the back of her throat begin to tingle. God, what would he feel like riding deep in her pussy?
She fingered his balls gently, tugging and rolling them in her palm, adding to his pleasure. Well, this was the season of giving, she reasoned before he let out a roar and sat up.
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A Great Ending! (RATED R)
For my last post of the day, I thought I'd post some great Christmas endings. Not story endings... that would be too... well, expected. Nope. I'm talking about Christmas trimmings for the body. Why? Because it's fun!!!
Not only do they have the words from the story on them, the Grinch is just wonderful. Okay, he's early on a poop, but yanno, shows even if you have a grinchy personality or a hinky sense of humor like me, these are perfect!!
Now I say we find a few of the Cabana Boys (or all of them) and issue these as standard uniform for the Christmas season. They can play Santa and we can sit on the available laps. Thoughts? Martinis? Rose wine?
And for the end, there's these. You can hide the essentials and use the tassles for a little extra fun until the britches come off. Tickle play!!!
Now I hope you've enjoyed my posts for the day. I hope you're interested in reading Wrapped Around and checking out the other books on my back list. I've enjoyed taking part in the party and hope to do more in the future. Enjoy!
White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Christmas is the time to come together -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming--except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget--complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Contains a little rope play, some devious play with a peppermint stick, oh and lots of manlove.
About Megan:
Find her at:
http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
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Friend her on FaceBook and Follow her on Twitter!
Not only do they have the words from the story on them, the Grinch is just wonderful. Okay, he's early on a poop, but yanno, shows even if you have a grinchy personality or a hinky sense of humor like me, these are perfect!!
Now I say we find a few of the Cabana Boys (or all of them) and issue these as standard uniform for the Christmas season. They can play Santa and we can sit on the available laps. Thoughts? Martinis? Rose wine?
And for the end, there's these. You can hide the essentials and use the tassles for a little extra fun until the britches come off. Tickle play!!!
Now I hope you've enjoyed my posts for the day. I hope you're interested in reading Wrapped Around and checking out the other books on my back list. I've enjoyed taking part in the party and hope to do more in the future. Enjoy!
White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Christmas is the time to come together -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming--except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget--complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Contains a little rope play, some devious play with a peppermint stick, oh and lots of manlove.
About Megan:
When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.
When she's not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.
She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.
Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head!
The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.
Find her at:
http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
www.menagerieauthors.com
Friend her on FaceBook and Follow her on Twitter!
Season's Greetings... Now Where's The Mute Button?
You;ve heard, them. I've heard them... over and over and over again! But every year its the same thing! Holiday Songs that make you want to pull your hair out! How about we look at these little gems and see if you feel the same.
http://youtu.be/5ycWObpi73Y
Oh it gets better, or worse... This little gem will have you jabbing cotton swabs in you ears in no time!
http://youtu.be/xam01uaj6Vg
Last Christmas... there is a reason she gave that heart away, buddy! Be thankful she didn't regift! Otherwise there would be new elements to this song.
http://youtu.be/E8gmARGvPlI
And this one... Way to go Big Guy! Scar the kid for life! She went to bed with visions of shared custody and divorce in her future!
http://youtu.be/zsat4e8jgHA
Give her one! Just shut her up! Get that kid a Hippo!
http://youtu.be/VGLGJV01C0Q
Cute Overload! But... I have a huge gap! This was not a happy song for me!
http://youtu.be/vLKMRhJGJeE
But there are a few I sing all year long! *g*
http://youtu.be/nzXKWKaxt3c
http://youtu.be/gFfJgdoUjtA
http://youtu.be/YSy68QlTOZo
So I guess if they played more of these I wouldn't compain. But I have to say, the number one most annoying get stuck in your head song of all...
http://youtu.be/wGuCvFdrWPg
! know, I know... you are very much welcome! LOL
Flash
http://youtu.be/5ycWObpi73Y
Oh it gets better, or worse... This little gem will have you jabbing cotton swabs in you ears in no time!
http://youtu.be/xam01uaj6Vg
Last Christmas... there is a reason she gave that heart away, buddy! Be thankful she didn't regift! Otherwise there would be new elements to this song.
http://youtu.be/E8gmARGvPlI
And this one... Way to go Big Guy! Scar the kid for life! She went to bed with visions of shared custody and divorce in her future!
http://youtu.be/zsat4e8jgHA
Give her one! Just shut her up! Get that kid a Hippo!
http://youtu.be/VGLGJV01C0Q
Cute Overload! But... I have a huge gap! This was not a happy song for me!
http://youtu.be/vLKMRhJGJeE
But there are a few I sing all year long! *g*
http://youtu.be/nzXKWKaxt3c
http://youtu.be/gFfJgdoUjtA
http://youtu.be/YSy68QlTOZo
So I guess if they played more of these I wouldn't compain. But I have to say, the number one most annoying get stuck in your head song of all...
http://youtu.be/wGuCvFdrWPg
! know, I know... you are very much welcome! LOL
Flash
White Hot Christmas Punch to Share!
Thought I'd share a fun recipe I use every year at Christmas. Why? It's easy, simple, and everyone likes it. Oh and it's healthy, too!
1 bottle Sprite/7 Up (can be diet or caffeine free)
1 bottle Cranberry juice (can also use Cran-Grape, Cran-Apple, or whatever other Juice you'd like)
1 pkg frozen whole strawberries
Mix all three together and enjoy. The strawberries make great and healthy ice cubes that you can eat. AND you can add any spirit of you choice (White Wine is fun in this recipe) and make it a not for the kiddies drink!
Enjoy!!!
White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Christmas is the time to come together -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming--except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget--complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Contains a little rope play, some devious play with a peppermint stick, oh and lots of manlove.
About Megan:
Find her at:
http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
www.menagerieauthors.com
Friend her on FaceBook and Follow her on Twitter!
1 bottle Sprite/7 Up (can be diet or caffeine free)
1 bottle Cranberry juice (can also use Cran-Grape, Cran-Apple, or whatever other Juice you'd like)
1 pkg frozen whole strawberries
Mix all three together and enjoy. The strawberries make great and healthy ice cubes that you can eat. AND you can add any spirit of you choice (White Wine is fun in this recipe) and make it a not for the kiddies drink!
Enjoy!!!
White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Christmas is the time to come together -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming--except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget--complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Contains a little rope play, some devious play with a peppermint stick, oh and lots of manlove.
About Megan:
When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.
When she's not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.
She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.
Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head!
The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.
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Light up Your Holiday
I live in sunny California, but I grew up in West Virginia and when the holidays come around I miss the snow. I remember the magical first snowfall of the season. I loved sledding with my friends, building snowmen and having snowball fights.
The first snowfall also meant Christmas was just around the corner. I’ve always loved trimming the tree and putting up lights. As a child I really liked the presents I discovered on Christmas morning, but seeing my house all lit up and a tree trimmed with ornaments and multi-colored lights was a joy that lasted for weeks.
Santa doesn’t leave presents beneath the tree anymore and I no longer see that enchanting first snowfall of the season, but I still have the magic of Christmas lights. As an author I love writing holiday stories. I want my readers to feel the joy of the season and feel warm and fuzzy at the end. So take a break from your hectic holiday schedule, curl up with a holiday book and a cup of hot chocolate. Then when you’re all warm and fuzzy, go outside and play in the snow.
If it doesn’t snow where you live, do what I do, pour a glass of wine and turn on the lights.
Happy Holidays,
BJ
A Delicious Christmas Mix
I love mixtures. Food, clothes, people, reading or writing - it really doesn't matter. I'm often surprised, pleasantly, at the outcome.
Take this recipe, for example. It goes by many names: White Trash, Reindeer Hash, Yuletide Mix, call it what you will. It's a delicious blend of salty and sweet and the great part about this is that you can customize it to your own taste!
Ingredients:
3 cups each Corn, Wheat and Rice Chex and Cherrios
1 1/2 cans Mixed Nuts
2 Packages Almond Bark
3 Tablespoons Vegetable Oil
(note: customize the salty ingredients as you please. I've seen this with M&M's and pretzels, for example)
1. Cover the dining room table with wax paper (this stuff makes a lot!)
2. Combine all the dry ingredients in a large bowl.
3. In a microwave safe bowl, break up the almond bark and add the oil. Microwave 3 minutes and stir. If not completely smooth, return to the microwave for 30 second intervals until mix is smooth.
4. Stir melted almond bark mix with the dry ingredients
5. Spread thinly onto wax paper
6. Let harden then break into pieces and serve or bag and hand out. (or, if you're like me, you'll stash some away to selfishly keep all to yourself. Trust me, this stuff goes fast!) Enjoy!
Another mixture that peaks my interest involves ropes, icicles, a shiny new bell and a touch of magic. If you want to see how this particular mix results, hop on over to Changeling Press and grab my new White Hot Christmas release: Emmy's Wish. Here's a little snippet ~ not posted anywhere else!
Excerpt:
"Now what?" she asked.
"I like the beams up there. Looks sturdy," he commented. "You have the same thing in your bedroom?"
Puzzled, she glanced up and realized he must be talking about the large beams running above their heads. "All through the house," she answered. "Why?"
"It should be able to hold you."
"What do you mean?"
Trey set her off him and leaned over to rummage through a huge bag she'd only now noticed. "You want to play, right?"
"Yes, but, what's that?" she asked, indicating his strange looking bag.
"This is one of my work bags. When Uncle told me a girl wanted to play, I brought along several items." He looked over his shoulder at her. "Little did I know my girl would want to play different versions of the games I'd first imagined."
He found what he was looking for and stood up. A thin length of rope clasped in one hand, he reached out for her with the other. Curious, Emmy set her slender fingers against the width of his palm. When she quirked an eyebrow toward the rope, he explained, "I do a lot of mountain climbing and thought my 'play date' might want to climb up some of the small hills nearby."
"Oh," was all she could think to say.
"Don't worry. We're not climbing any hills today."
"Good. Not that I'd mind," she added quickly, not wanting to offend him, "but what's the rope for now?"
He winked at her. "You'll see. Where's the bedroom?"
Curiosity, as always, getting the better of her, Emmy smiled and tilted her head. "Back that way."
He returned her smile. "Lead on."
Emmy restrained herself from skipping as she led Trey to her bedroom.
"Smells like the outside," he commented.
"I know. Don't you love it?" Craving an outdoor scent, Emmy had strung evergreen boughs throughout her room.
"Since where I work I'm not often around trees, yes. I do like it."
She turned and saw his eyes pointed up to her rafters again. "What are you planning?"
He grinned without looking down. "You'll see." He unwound the rope, and she raised her brow at the three-pronged hook dangled from one end. Spreading his stance, and with little effort, Trey swung the hook up and over a rafter. The hook swung around the rafter three times before stopping and digging into the beam. He tugged to secure it. It didn't escape her notice that he'd placed the rope to drop dead center over her bed.
"I like the beams up there. Looks sturdy," he commented. "You have the same thing in your bedroom?"
Puzzled, she glanced up and realized he must be talking about the large beams running above their heads. "All through the house," she answered. "Why?"
"It should be able to hold you."
"What do you mean?"
Trey set her off him and leaned over to rummage through a huge bag she'd only now noticed. "You want to play, right?"
"Yes, but, what's that?" she asked, indicating his strange looking bag.
"This is one of my work bags. When Uncle told me a girl wanted to play, I brought along several items." He looked over his shoulder at her. "Little did I know my girl would want to play different versions of the games I'd first imagined."
He found what he was looking for and stood up. A thin length of rope clasped in one hand, he reached out for her with the other. Curious, Emmy set her slender fingers against the width of his palm. When she quirked an eyebrow toward the rope, he explained, "I do a lot of mountain climbing and thought my 'play date' might want to climb up some of the small hills nearby."
"Oh," was all she could think to say.
"Don't worry. We're not climbing any hills today."
"Good. Not that I'd mind," she added quickly, not wanting to offend him, "but what's the rope for now?"
He winked at her. "You'll see. Where's the bedroom?"
Curiosity, as always, getting the better of her, Emmy smiled and tilted her head. "Back that way."
He returned her smile. "Lead on."
Emmy restrained herself from skipping as she led Trey to her bedroom.
"Smells like the outside," he commented.
"I know. Don't you love it?" Craving an outdoor scent, Emmy had strung evergreen boughs throughout her room.
"Since where I work I'm not often around trees, yes. I do like it."
She turned and saw his eyes pointed up to her rafters again. "What are you planning?"
He grinned without looking down. "You'll see." He unwound the rope, and she raised her brow at the three-pronged hook dangled from one end. Spreading his stance, and with little effort, Trey swung the hook up and over a rafter. The hook swung around the rafter three times before stopping and digging into the beam. He tugged to secure it. It didn't escape her notice that he'd placed the rope to drop dead center over her bed.
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Hope you like my mixtures ~ have you one to share?
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Adult Excerpt: Stripping Christmas by Zenobia Renquist
White Hot Christmas (multi-author series)
by Zenobia Renquist
Changeling Press
eBook ISBN: 978-1-60521-716-1
Genre: Erotic Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Fey/Elves, Interracial, Magic, Christmas
Price: $2.99/US
Alex is firmly on the naughty list, and she wants Santa to join her.
Alex thought she was going to a job. Instead she ends up marrying the heir to the title of Santa Claus. The vows have been said and cannot be taken back, even if Alex isn't the ideal bride Kris was hoping for to re-energize the powers of the House of Kringle. But Alex is about to teach him that being a little naughty -- or a lot -- can go a long way.
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EXCERPT:
Alex wasn’t going to get anywhere arguing about the marriage thing. She tried a different tactic. “What website?”
Kris walked over to a large desk. Alex followed him. Kris pulled up the website in question and gestured to it. “It seemed the perfect place to find my bride after searching this past year to no avail.”
Alex rolled her eyes at the title of the site -- Finding Your Perfect Mrs. Claus. It was her boss’s idea of getting into the holiday spirit. She said, “Show me what you clicked on to get to me.”
The page had two buttons -- one said Naughty and the other said Nice. Naughty referred to strippers who did full nudity, while Nice referred to strippers who went down to a string bikini.
Kris clicked the Nice button, which led to a page of pictures. Alex’s picture was the last on the page. Kris said, “I looked through all of the girls and found you the most desirable as my wife.” He clicked on her picture and loaded a page featuring stats about Alex -- age, height, weight, likes, etc -- and a vid of Alex wearing a Mrs. Claus ball gown while handing out presents to a room full of happy men.
Gesturing to the vid, Kris said, “You are a bringer of joy. Looking at this video confirmed you would be my perfect wife. I paid the dowry and here you are.”
Alex snorted. “Dowry, huh?” He had to mean the private party fee to have her strip on location.
“It was a small sum, but I paid it gladly.”
“Did you click on the button that says more?” She pointed to the bottom right of the screen.
Kris clicked the button. Another page loaded, showing the second half of the vid that had started on the previous page. It showed Alex ripping open her Mrs. Claus breakaway dress to the hooting and hollering of the men who had just gotten her presents. She danced on and around a pole while men stuffed money down her bra and panties.
Alex watched as Kris turned pale and his ears drooped until they were almost folded in half. His look of horror returned.
“What… what are you doing? This is naughty. This is extremely naughty. No wife of the House of Kringle should do such things as this.”
“Next time click the more button,” Alex said with a shrug. “Look, Kris. It’s no big if you don’t want me here. I’ll talk to my boss and get your money back. We can chalk this up to a fun mistake and go about our lives. Just tell Noël to bring the car around and take me home.”
“You cannot go home.”
--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://zenobiarenquist.com
Caveat Emptor Series - Follow three couples as they struggle with love during a vampire-mage war.
Christmas, Demons, And Old Friends
Many readers ask me why I feature demons in my Christmas stories.
One of the reasons is because these demons are old friends of mine. Maximus and Kayla from Demon on the Dance Floor appear in both Clothing Optional and Bitsy's Christmas Demon. They're busy characters and I LOVE visiting with them over the length of these Christmas stories. While I'm in their world, I meet with Taurinus from Demon Of Convenience and big, bad Augustine from This Enchanted Demon. It is like a school reunion but with only the very, very BAD kids attending. They're spiking the punch, dancing on the stage, and mooning the teachers.
(grinning)
Yeah, it sounds like a Changeling party!!!
Anyhoo... I love spending time with the more established, already published characters. They're comforting friends (yes, even Augustine - he's not ALL bad... mostly bad but...).
And isn't that what the holidays are all about -- spending time with loved ones?
One of the reasons is because these demons are old friends of mine. Maximus and Kayla from Demon on the Dance Floor appear in both Clothing Optional and Bitsy's Christmas Demon. They're busy characters and I LOVE visiting with them over the length of these Christmas stories. While I'm in their world, I meet with Taurinus from Demon Of Convenience and big, bad Augustine from This Enchanted Demon. It is like a school reunion but with only the very, very BAD kids attending. They're spiking the punch, dancing on the stage, and mooning the teachers.
(grinning)
Yeah, it sounds like a Changeling party!!!
Anyhoo... I love spending time with the more established, already published characters. They're comforting friends (yes, even Augustine - he's not ALL bad... mostly bad but...).
And isn't that what the holidays are all about -- spending time with loved ones?
CLOTHING OPTIONAL
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
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By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until
this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector.
Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of
the planet.
Or so he thinks...
When Otho arrives at Prism's house three hours early and spots his
blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes
his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.
Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.
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Stranded!
Can you think of anything worse than being stranded in a strange city for the Holidays? Gretchen sure can't. The only saving grace is that she's there with her sexy hubby Ross. Then they meet Dave who offers to share his hotel suite with them...
Blurb:
Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that's exactly what's happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn't get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger,http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he's willing to share.
Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?
Read an excerpt and buy your copy here.
Happy Holidays and a wonderful New Year to you all!
Sean Michael writing as S. Michael
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Blurb:
Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that's exactly what's happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn't get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger,http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he's willing to share.
Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?
Read an excerpt and buy your copy here.
Happy Holidays and a wonderful New Year to you all!
Sean Michael writing as S. Michael
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Wrapped Around - EXCERPT!! (RATED Rrrrrrrrr)
Thought this hour I'd share an excerpt from Wrapped Around. The hotter the better always works in my book, so why not do it here, too? Yeah, thought so.
Here's a tidbit from Wrapped Around:
"Merry Christmas, Luc."
Luc froze. He knew the voice. Taygan. But how? Tay was in Alaska fishing for crab or lobster or something. He turned and his heart clogged fast in his throat. "Fuck me sideways with a candy cane and use a rope."
The smile on Tay's lips lit up his blue eyes. "Actually, I wanted you to do the tying and fucking, but not with the candy cane. I don't like being sugary sticky -- well, not yet anyway."
No matter how fast his brain worked, Luc couldn't process the scene, Tay's appearance, or his words. It might be Christmas and the season for miracles, but this had to be a stunt or a game. He glanced around the room for a projector or some other means to project Tay's image into the room. Tay standing before him could not be fucking real.
"Luc?"
Luc snapped his attention to Taygan. The wind elemental didn't stay in one place. His element dictated he keep moving and following the currents. Could he weather another current sweeping Tay out of his life?
"You're looking at me like I'm a ghost." Tay bowed his head. "I'm here to both serve and pleasure you." He held out his hands, offering a box wrapped in bright red paper. "Here's my gift to you."
Luc hesitated for a split second. He shouldn't want Taygan as much as he did. Tell that to his heart. He crossed the gap between them in mere moments. Not to open the gift, but to hold Tay in his arms. He placed his hands on Tay's cheeks, forcing Tay to look him in the eye.
"Santa brought what I wanted." Tears burned behind his eyes. "Don't know how he knew, but he did." Just don't leave again.
"Are you glad?"
Luc shook his head. "Glad? I'm stupefied. I thought you were in Alaska learning to crab fish or whatever it was you were doing."
"I learned. Sort of." Tay shrugged. He'd have to work his ass off to make Luc see he wasn't back on a fluke or because he got bored. "I got lonely and realized my element isn't the only beacon in my life. I want to be wherever you are."
"But --"
Tay couldn't help himself and bridged the gap between them. He placed the box in Luc's hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. The scratch of Luc's stubble bit into Tay's cheek, and he loved every moment of it. He licked the seam of Luc's mouth, needing more from Luc. Luc tensed, then placed his hand on Tay's hip, drawing him closer. He sighed, allowing Tay deeper. Taygan groaned. Luc tasted of man, spice and sweat, the perfect combination.
Luc broke the kiss first. "Need you."
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White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Christmas is the time to come together -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming--except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget--complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Contains a little rope play, some devious play with a peppermint stick, oh and lots of manlove.
About Megan:
Find her at:
http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
www.menagerieauthors.com
Friend her on FaceBook and Follow her on Twitter!
Here's a tidbit from Wrapped Around:
"Merry Christmas, Luc."
Luc froze. He knew the voice. Taygan. But how? Tay was in Alaska fishing for crab or lobster or something. He turned and his heart clogged fast in his throat. "Fuck me sideways with a candy cane and use a rope."
The smile on Tay's lips lit up his blue eyes. "Actually, I wanted you to do the tying and fucking, but not with the candy cane. I don't like being sugary sticky -- well, not yet anyway."
No matter how fast his brain worked, Luc couldn't process the scene, Tay's appearance, or his words. It might be Christmas and the season for miracles, but this had to be a stunt or a game. He glanced around the room for a projector or some other means to project Tay's image into the room. Tay standing before him could not be fucking real.
"Luc?"
Luc snapped his attention to Taygan. The wind elemental didn't stay in one place. His element dictated he keep moving and following the currents. Could he weather another current sweeping Tay out of his life?
"You're looking at me like I'm a ghost." Tay bowed his head. "I'm here to both serve and pleasure you." He held out his hands, offering a box wrapped in bright red paper. "Here's my gift to you."
Luc hesitated for a split second. He shouldn't want Taygan as much as he did. Tell that to his heart. He crossed the gap between them in mere moments. Not to open the gift, but to hold Tay in his arms. He placed his hands on Tay's cheeks, forcing Tay to look him in the eye.
"Santa brought what I wanted." Tears burned behind his eyes. "Don't know how he knew, but he did." Just don't leave again.
"Are you glad?"
Luc shook his head. "Glad? I'm stupefied. I thought you were in Alaska learning to crab fish or whatever it was you were doing."
"I learned. Sort of." Tay shrugged. He'd have to work his ass off to make Luc see he wasn't back on a fluke or because he got bored. "I got lonely and realized my element isn't the only beacon in my life. I want to be wherever you are."
"But --"
Tay couldn't help himself and bridged the gap between them. He placed the box in Luc's hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. The scratch of Luc's stubble bit into Tay's cheek, and he loved every moment of it. He licked the seam of Luc's mouth, needing more from Luc. Luc tensed, then placed his hand on Tay's hip, drawing him closer. He sighed, allowing Tay deeper. Taygan groaned. Luc tasted of man, spice and sweat, the perfect combination.
Luc broke the kiss first. "Need you."
Want to get your own copy? Click the cover or the title and you'll get where you need to be!
White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Christmas is the time to come together -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming--except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget--complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Contains a little rope play, some devious play with a peppermint stick, oh and lots of manlove.
About Megan:
When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.
When she's not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school.
She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best.
Currently hanging out every Wednesday and Friday at the Menagerie Authors site, hunting Hotties for the Saturday posts, and working on the next great story brewing in her head!
The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.
Find her at:
http://www.wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com/
http://menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/
www.menagerieauthors.com
Friend her on FaceBook and Follow her on Twitter!
More Naughty From Zenobia
Christmas just isn't fun without carols. But why settle for the same boring carols you always hear when you can listen to parodies. Here's some of my favorite Christmas carol parodies of 12 Days of Christmas:
Straight No Chaser - 12 Days of Christmas
Bob Rivers - 12 Pains of Christmas
Allan Sherman - 12 Days of Christmas
Jeff Foxworthy - Redneck 12 Days of Christmas
--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://zenobiarenquist.com
Caveat Emptor Series - Follow three couples as they struggle with love during a vampire-mage war.
Straight No Chaser - 12 Days of Christmas
Bob Rivers - 12 Pains of Christmas
Allan Sherman - 12 Days of Christmas
Jeff Foxworthy - Redneck 12 Days of Christmas
--
Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different and Unique Romance
http://zenobiarenquist.com
Caveat Emptor Series - Follow three couples as they struggle with love during a vampire-mage war.
White Hot Christmas....PRIZES!!!
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Six winners will receive any Changeling Christmas title of their choice (PDF format).
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Six winners will receive any Changeling Christmas title of their choice (PDF format).
BUT you have to comment to win! So get commenting!!! Grin!
Happy Holidays from Selena Illyria
Hi! Selena Illyria here,
Ah winter time, it’s one of my favorite times of the year. Although I’m not a big fan of cold I do like snow –of only to watch it fall—and the crispness in the air and a new year just around the corner. One of my favorite things is the food. I’ve recently discovered Peppermint Ice Cream from the Slow Churned line by Edy’s; Absolutely delicious, creamy and decadent. The other treat I love that only comes out this time of year is the Candy Cane Kisses from Hershey’s. I can’t resist them, small respites from the cold. Have some hot chocolate with and you get pure bliss. As you can tell my biggest pleasure for this time of year is food. Presents are fantastic but food, ahhhh. But I won’t say no to a present, lol. I also love holiday stories and movies. They really get me into the mood this year. From my favorite movie: We’re No Angels featuring Humphrey Bogart (One of the few Comedies he did), Peter Ustinov and Ray Aldo to books like the Christmas Carol.
But the most important thing about this season is being with the ones you love and sharing with friends and family an expression of appreciation. So to all your family and friends I say from my family and friends to yours Have a Merry Holiday and a Happy Prosperous New Year!
My story is about two werewolves who are mates who’ve been having problems. She’s had the flu and thought she’d be all alone on Christmas. Her mate comes home from doing a job out of town for the pack and wants to show her a Christmas she’ll never forget.
Se
For more on me you can go to www.selenaillyria.com
Out Now!
Series: White Hot Christmas
Excerpt Rating (PG-13)
Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Holiday, Werewolves, BBW
ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8
Novella:
Blurb:
After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.
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Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria
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Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The noise was faint, and yet she heard it loud and clear. Her inner wolf wanted to pad to the door to investigate, but Nessa refused. There was no way in hell she was being a horror movie victim, going to peek at things rumbling around in the basement. Nope. She'd stay right where she was -- on the couch, under a blanket, with a book and a mug of tea with lemon on the coffee table nearby. If a monster came barreling through the door, he'd get a willing victim. Her bout of the flu might be over, but she was still feeling lethargic.
The undoubtedly ugly, slimy, furry, hairy, sharp-toothed thing from a lagoon in outer space wouldn't find a better meal. Her wolf hated it but she couldn't care less. All she'd wanted for Christmas was to catch a flight to see her family. Instead, she'd overslept and tried to hack up a lung while her brain wanted out through her nose. Werewolves don't get sick, her ass. Oh, they get sick all right, because people can't cover their mouths or use hand wipes and tissues. She'd been suffering a week.
Now there was something wanting in her door. She sighed and went back to reading. Scratch all you want but you won't get in. At least, she hoped it wouldn't. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
A scent drifted under the door, a sweet, minty smell which perked up her senses and made her salivate. Underneath the sweetness was an undertone of meat.
She pushed back the blankets and shuffled over to the door. That smell could only be one thing -- Cynn's Minty Chocolate Holiday Delicate cupcakes. It was a dessert that melted in your mouth. They were filled with the smoothest, white chocolate ganache filling while giving you a nice punch of mint, a pinch of vanilla, and the most decadent chocolate you've ever tasted. "Cupcakes! And steak?"
She slid down to the floor and sniffed at the cupcakes through the keyhole. Nessa felt like an idiot but she didn't care. It had been ages since she'd had any sweets. Her doctor had forbidden it. To top it off, her mate was off doing Pack business.
So here she was, sick, lonely and dealing with temptation on every street corner. And now some inhuman monster was trying to get her to open the door, using cupcakes and steak as bait. She whimpered.
"Nessa, honey, you okay? Are you in pain?" Ben's whisky-smooth, southern drawl drifted through the wood as if there was nothing between them. She groaned as her pussy clenched. She'd missed that voice so much. Nessa could practically feel his body heat seeping into the wood. Closing her eyes, past the immediate smell of cupcakes and steak, she could smell his distinctive woodsy and spicy scent with just a hint of wolf musk, tea, lemon and a dash of cardamom. Ben. She sighed and sagged against the door. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.
"Nessa, babe? Answer me, sugar, or I'll have to break down the door." The stern warning only ignited her arousal. She could picture him just beyond the door, adjusting his glasses, his thick shoulders filling out his simple, red plaid shirt to the limit, wearing worn jeans that fit him like a second skin, and simple boots.
"Nessa." Her name may have been a warning, but to her it was a sexy command, demanding she be ready to do anything he wanted sexually. All thoughts of illness and food fled as the need to come together with her mate, to feel him skin to skin, took over.
"Ben," she sighed.
"Jesus, Ness! Are you all right or not?" There was a scratching at the lock, and the door opened. "Oh, I see."
She gazed at him hungrily. He was yummy to look at, classically handsome with a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and beautiful green eyes framed by long, dark lashes.
There was just so much he didn't understand.
Although he was a twenty-five-year-old second-in-command for the Pack, who managed every aspect of their lives and cleaned up their messes, she didn't need him to save her. No matter how many times she'd told him that, it didn't sink in. She was thirty-one years old and had been taking care of herself since she was sixteen.
"What?" He hadn't moved, and she was wondering what he was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if he thought she was another mess he needed to clean up, an obligation he needed to take care of for the pack. She'd never voiced those thoughts, but they still came up. They had sex, and he did stop by to check on her, but she got the distinct feeling that sometimes he just didn't know why he was there.
"It's Christmas. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were and share a meal with you. Spend some time with you."
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Ah winter time, it’s one of my favorite times of the year. Although I’m not a big fan of cold I do like snow –of only to watch it fall—and the crispness in the air and a new year just around the corner. One of my favorite things is the food. I’ve recently discovered Peppermint Ice Cream from the Slow Churned line by Edy’s; Absolutely delicious, creamy and decadent. The other treat I love that only comes out this time of year is the Candy Cane Kisses from Hershey’s. I can’t resist them, small respites from the cold. Have some hot chocolate with and you get pure bliss. As you can tell my biggest pleasure for this time of year is food. Presents are fantastic but food, ahhhh. But I won’t say no to a present, lol. I also love holiday stories and movies. They really get me into the mood this year. From my favorite movie: We’re No Angels featuring Humphrey Bogart (One of the few Comedies he did), Peter Ustinov and Ray Aldo to books like the Christmas Carol.
But the most important thing about this season is being with the ones you love and sharing with friends and family an expression of appreciation. So to all your family and friends I say from my family and friends to yours Have a Merry Holiday and a Happy Prosperous New Year!
My story is about two werewolves who are mates who’ve been having problems. She’s had the flu and thought she’d be all alone on Christmas. Her mate comes home from doing a job out of town for the pack and wants to show her a Christmas she’ll never forget.
Se
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Series: White Hot Christmas
Excerpt Rating (PG-13)
Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Holiday, Werewolves, BBW
ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8
Novella:
Blurb:
After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.
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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
Selena Illyria
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Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The noise was faint, and yet she heard it loud and clear. Her inner wolf wanted to pad to the door to investigate, but Nessa refused. There was no way in hell she was being a horror movie victim, going to peek at things rumbling around in the basement. Nope. She'd stay right where she was -- on the couch, under a blanket, with a book and a mug of tea with lemon on the coffee table nearby. If a monster came barreling through the door, he'd get a willing victim. Her bout of the flu might be over, but she was still feeling lethargic.
The undoubtedly ugly, slimy, furry, hairy, sharp-toothed thing from a lagoon in outer space wouldn't find a better meal. Her wolf hated it but she couldn't care less. All she'd wanted for Christmas was to catch a flight to see her family. Instead, she'd overslept and tried to hack up a lung while her brain wanted out through her nose. Werewolves don't get sick, her ass. Oh, they get sick all right, because people can't cover their mouths or use hand wipes and tissues. She'd been suffering a week.
Now there was something wanting in her door. She sighed and went back to reading. Scratch all you want but you won't get in. At least, she hoped it wouldn't. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
A scent drifted under the door, a sweet, minty smell which perked up her senses and made her salivate. Underneath the sweetness was an undertone of meat.
She pushed back the blankets and shuffled over to the door. That smell could only be one thing -- Cynn's Minty Chocolate Holiday Delicate cupcakes. It was a dessert that melted in your mouth. They were filled with the smoothest, white chocolate ganache filling while giving you a nice punch of mint, a pinch of vanilla, and the most decadent chocolate you've ever tasted. "Cupcakes! And steak?"
She slid down to the floor and sniffed at the cupcakes through the keyhole. Nessa felt like an idiot but she didn't care. It had been ages since she'd had any sweets. Her doctor had forbidden it. To top it off, her mate was off doing Pack business.
So here she was, sick, lonely and dealing with temptation on every street corner. And now some inhuman monster was trying to get her to open the door, using cupcakes and steak as bait. She whimpered.
"Nessa, honey, you okay? Are you in pain?" Ben's whisky-smooth, southern drawl drifted through the wood as if there was nothing between them. She groaned as her pussy clenched. She'd missed that voice so much. Nessa could practically feel his body heat seeping into the wood. Closing her eyes, past the immediate smell of cupcakes and steak, she could smell his distinctive woodsy and spicy scent with just a hint of wolf musk, tea, lemon and a dash of cardamom. Ben. She sighed and sagged against the door. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.
"Nessa, babe? Answer me, sugar, or I'll have to break down the door." The stern warning only ignited her arousal. She could picture him just beyond the door, adjusting his glasses, his thick shoulders filling out his simple, red plaid shirt to the limit, wearing worn jeans that fit him like a second skin, and simple boots.
"Nessa." Her name may have been a warning, but to her it was a sexy command, demanding she be ready to do anything he wanted sexually. All thoughts of illness and food fled as the need to come together with her mate, to feel him skin to skin, took over.
"Ben," she sighed.
"Jesus, Ness! Are you all right or not?" There was a scratching at the lock, and the door opened. "Oh, I see."
She gazed at him hungrily. He was yummy to look at, classically handsome with a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and beautiful green eyes framed by long, dark lashes.
There was just so much he didn't understand.
Although he was a twenty-five-year-old second-in-command for the Pack, who managed every aspect of their lives and cleaned up their messes, she didn't need him to save her. No matter how many times she'd told him that, it didn't sink in. She was thirty-one years old and had been taking care of herself since she was sixteen.
"What?" He hadn't moved, and she was wondering what he was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if he thought she was another mess he needed to clean up, an obligation he needed to take care of for the pack. She'd never voiced those thoughts, but they still came up. They had sex, and he did stop by to check on her, but she got the distinct feeling that sometimes he just didn't know why he was there.
"It's Christmas. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were and share a meal with you. Spend some time with you."
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Holiday Paws Rated R Excerpt
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Series: White Hot Christmas
Excerpt Rating (R)
Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Holiday, Werewolves, BBW
ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8
Novella:
Blurb:
After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.
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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
Selena Illyria
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Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria
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She was going to focus on them, and what it meant to be a mated couple.
First, they would connect physically and then talk. She felt they needed to get the sex out the way before any progress could be made. Talking wouldn't have any effect if they were both thinking about fucking or satisfying the need that had started an hour or so ago when Ben had shown up with cupcakes. They were a good start.
With a sigh, she dug a fork into the cupcake. “Perhaps it's time I really show him that I'm committed to him, rather than the other way around,” she said to no one.
Finishing her cupcake, she took her mug of hot chocolate into her. When she entered she found it set up for romance; candles were lit and soft music playing. She found him in the bathroom with the water running in the shower.
“You shower and relax. I'll go get my bag.” Not waiting for answer, he left her alone.
With nothing else to do but follow his direction, she stripped and got into the shower, allowing the water to run over her. She was thankful she'd gotten her hair straightened so there wouldn't be a huge curly, tangled mess, and it would be very easy to dry.
The thought of Ben pampering her by drying her hair, sent liquid warmth through her belly. Ben always wanted to do things for her and pamper her in any way she would let him. He was her mate after all. Ben should be allowed to be involved in some of her more personal rituals and intimate moments -- not all of them, but some.
The warm water sluiced over her body, chasing away some of the alcoholic haze and clearing her thoughts. She could say, in all honesty, that she appreciated him not taking advantage of her in her tipsy state. Even though she was very willing, it meant a lot that he wanted her in a clear state of mind when they did have sex again.
As she washed her body, ripples of heat slid along her skin. Desire flared hot, raising goose bumps. Moaning, she cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze before moving to pinch and roll her thick nipples between her fingers. Electric shocks shot straight to her pussy. Her inner muscles quivered as the throbbing of her clit became more demanding.
She didn't want to come by her own ministrations. Nessa wanted Ben's hands her body and to feel him skin to skin. She wanted to feel the glide of his cock against the cleft of her ass, teasing her with his touch before he slid the shaft between her thighs to taunt the aching bundle of her nerves and then sink into her needy sheath.
Moaning, she slipped a hand between her legs and flicked her clit. She thrummed the bud over and over again, setting off sparks deep in her vagina. Rocking back on her heels, she rested her bottom against the wall and slid down the wall to sit in her tub.
Stroking and pinching her clit and massaging her breast, she brought herself closer to the edge while tingles raced along her legs and up and down her spine. Over and over again she brought herself to the edge but kept pulled back. Nessa wanted to wait for Ben.
A small creak of the door hinge alerted her to her mate's arrival. A frisson of heat sliced down her spine to hum in her pussy. Her stomach muscles clenched as her heart pounded against her ribcage. Now she would get what she wanted. She was in a fog of desire and a need to connect with Ben physically.
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Series: White Hot Christmas
Excerpt Rating (R)
Genre: Paranormal, Interracial, Holiday, Werewolves, BBW
ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8
Novella:
Blurb:
After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.
Buy Link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1733
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
Selena Illyria
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Selena Illyria
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
She was going to focus on them, and what it meant to be a mated couple.
First, they would connect physically and then talk. She felt they needed to get the sex out the way before any progress could be made. Talking wouldn't have any effect if they were both thinking about fucking or satisfying the need that had started an hour or so ago when Ben had shown up with cupcakes. They were a good start.
With a sigh, she dug a fork into the cupcake. “Perhaps it's time I really show him that I'm committed to him, rather than the other way around,” she said to no one.
Finishing her cupcake, she took her mug of hot chocolate into her. When she entered she found it set up for romance; candles were lit and soft music playing. She found him in the bathroom with the water running in the shower.
“You shower and relax. I'll go get my bag.” Not waiting for answer, he left her alone.
With nothing else to do but follow his direction, she stripped and got into the shower, allowing the water to run over her. She was thankful she'd gotten her hair straightened so there wouldn't be a huge curly, tangled mess, and it would be very easy to dry.
The thought of Ben pampering her by drying her hair, sent liquid warmth through her belly. Ben always wanted to do things for her and pamper her in any way she would let him. He was her mate after all. Ben should be allowed to be involved in some of her more personal rituals and intimate moments -- not all of them, but some.
The warm water sluiced over her body, chasing away some of the alcoholic haze and clearing her thoughts. She could say, in all honesty, that she appreciated him not taking advantage of her in her tipsy state. Even though she was very willing, it meant a lot that he wanted her in a clear state of mind when they did have sex again.
As she washed her body, ripples of heat slid along her skin. Desire flared hot, raising goose bumps. Moaning, she cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze before moving to pinch and roll her thick nipples between her fingers. Electric shocks shot straight to her pussy. Her inner muscles quivered as the throbbing of her clit became more demanding.
She didn't want to come by her own ministrations. Nessa wanted Ben's hands her body and to feel him skin to skin. She wanted to feel the glide of his cock against the cleft of her ass, teasing her with his touch before he slid the shaft between her thighs to taunt the aching bundle of her nerves and then sink into her needy sheath.
Moaning, she slipped a hand between her legs and flicked her clit. She thrummed the bud over and over again, setting off sparks deep in her vagina. Rocking back on her heels, she rested her bottom against the wall and slid down the wall to sit in her tub.
Stroking and pinching her clit and massaging her breast, she brought herself closer to the edge while tingles raced along her legs and up and down her spine. Over and over again she brought herself to the edge but kept pulled back. Nessa wanted to wait for Ben.
A small creak of the door hinge alerted her to her mate's arrival. A frisson of heat sliced down her spine to hum in her pussy. Her stomach muscles clenched as her heart pounded against her ribcage. Now she would get what she wanted. She was in a fog of desire and a need to connect with Ben physically.
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Clothing Optional (Rated R) - Cynthia Sax
I always love writing the Christmas stories for Changeling's annual series and Clothing Optional is extra special because... well... it is about streaking! Yes, I've done it and in the middle of winter too, with snow all around me. It is exactly how Prism describes it... freeing and deliciously naughty.
Naughty enough to tempt a big, bad demon.
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Naughty enough to tempt a big, bad demon.
CLOTHING OPTIONAL
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
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By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press
Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until
this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector.
Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of
the planet.
Or so he thinks...
When Otho arrives at Prism's house three hours early and spots his
blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes
his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.
Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.
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Otho twisted his wrist to glance at his watch. It was three a.m., and
the demon council clearly stated that the fairy protection shifts didn't
start until six a.m. on the twenty-fourth. If he showed up at her door
three hours early, Prism would ask why, and then he'd have to admit he'd
been counting down the days to seeing her again.
She'd raise those thin eyebrows.
He'd feel like a jackass.
So Otho stayed outside in the freezing cold, leaning against his
winter-inappropriate 1957 Corvette convertible, sipping hot black
coffee, contemplating his attraction to the most uptight fairy on the
planet. She was a librarian, for fuck's sake, and around him, her lips
were constantly pursed with disapproval. God, they were soft lips
though. He could imagine them pursed around his --
The door opened, and Otho ducked behind the car. A beautiful face peeked
out, looking from side to side, her dark blue hair pulled back in a
ponytail. He watched her with lust and keen interest.
What the fuck was she doing?
Prism stepped outside. She was wearing that white terrycloth robe he'd
often seen hanging on the coat rack by her front door. On her feet were
gleaming white sneakers, with matching socks folded neatly down to her
ankles.
She took another look about her and nodded to herself as if mentally
confirming a fact she already knew. Prism then turned around until she
faced the open door, removed her robe, tossed it inside, and closed the
door.
Otho's mouth dropped. His eyes widened. His entire being stilled.
She was gloriously, wonderfully, buck-ass naked.
Sure, she'd been naked with him before, when they fucked last Christmas,
after imbibing one too many glasses of spiked eggnog, but that had been
a fast and furious fuck in the dark, under layers of concealing cotton
sheets. He hadn't had a good look at her body. He did now.
Her breasts were small and firm, tipped with indigo nipples that
tightened to mouthwatering peaks as they came into contact with the cold
air. Her stomach was flat and indented with muscles he never thought
he'd find attractive on a female. Her hips were shapely, with a triangle
of closely cropped blue curls nestled between them. And those legs...
He licked his lips. Those legs should be classified as a weapon.
Normally concealed under loose black trousers or ankle-length skirts,
they were long and lean and perfectly designed for wrapping around a
demon's thick torso.
His cock showed his appreciation for her fit physique, pressing
painfully against the zipper of his dress pants. Smoke curled out from
his flared nostrils. He stepped toward her.
And then she was gone, running along the street in a flash of blue.
***
Cynthia Sax
Bitsy's Christmas Demon - Sex with a Christmas fairy tops this powerful demon's wish list.
Demon On The Dance Floor - More Max And Kayla
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Christmas is White Hot
If you write holiday stories, Christmas comes early. My Christmas stories are written
in summer, when the sun is high and the days are hot. I love the images of
falling snow, hanging icicles and lighted Christmas trees. I think of cozy
mountain cabins with logs burning in the fireplace.
mountain cabins with logs burning in the fireplace.
I like to take my hero and heroine out of the cities and the suburbs and isolate them in snow-covered mountains and forests. I’ve written three holiday books for Changeling Press: Canine Christmas, Canine Call and Canine Cop.
As you can see there’s a theme developing. I love writing paranormal stories about werewolves and their Christmas adventures. This year the images of falling snow and a cozy cabin didn’t
inspire me, but watching a news story about soldiers serving in Special Forces did. An idea began to spin in my brain and I decided to write a story about a female soldier. Sgt. Sezri Adar is a female werewolf who leads her Special Forces werewolf team on a covert operation on Christmas Eve. Wounded, Sezri orders her team back to the helicopter pickup point. Alone in hostile territory, Sezri must survive for the next twenty-four hours and make it to an alternate
pickup point.
But a holiday romance needs a hero, a handsome, brave man with a good heart. Lt. Calix Klatt is human and heading a werewolf Special Forces Unit has been a test of his leadership ability. Now he’s faced with the ultimate challenge: follow protocol by waiting out the holiday and hope Sezri
makes it back alive or put his career on the line and go after the woman he secretly loves.
My heroes are hunky and my stories sexy, but when writing holiday stories I aim to warm the reader’s heart along with other parts. I hope Holiday Moon does both.
Happy Holidays,
BJ
The Wench Who Stole Christmas... And Gave It Back
Have you ever seen that movie, A Christmas Story? Call me Ralphie Parker, complete with odd ill-fitting pink Bunny Suit and all. Usually this time of year, life has triple dog dared me to stick my tongue to the holiday pole- no pun intended- and idiot me does it.
I mean how many times must I hear barking dogs singing Jingle Bells? Don't even get me started on George Michael's This Christmas or Madonna's Santa Baby. This time of year you can't even go to the store for garbage bags without being beat over the head with holiday music. And this started in October! October people! Poor Halloween never stood a chance. And still I go, fighting the hordes to get things the family needs and a few things that they want, with a fake smile on my face, winching inside as Crabs for Christmas- a Baltimore favorite- plays over the radio.
Then there is dodging family members who want me to rise at O' Dark Thirty to stand in line at the local discount store a five dollar toaster. Add to that the flocks of rude people who take over malls, holiday store hires who attack you with odd smelling perfume named after the celebrity of the hour, fruit cake (what did I ever do to you?), inane family members who crawl out of the woodwork for their yearly gossip and eat sessions, every Christmas special known to mankind playing nonstop, (It's a Wonderful Life, I'm pointing at you!), the blinding Christmas Light Competition that takes over my neighborhood every year (I am talking National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation blinding here)... It's enough to make anybody scream, no more holiday cheer, it'll put your eye out!
And then there are the questions, Are you not decorating for the season? Why are you not going caroling? Why don't you try the six inch heels with that elf suit- it happens- Where is your holiday spirit?
My answers are as follows: I am not decorating because I don't want to. Besides, you all have enough lights for me and everyone in the Baltimore Metro area. Yeah, that eclectic bill’s gonna be killer. I am not caroling because I don't want to be responsible for everyone within hearing range going deaf. I understand bleeding from the ears is a bad thing. Why yes I will wear he six-inch heels if you put down the mistletoe belt buckle. And my holiday spirit of choice is Peach Rum. Last time I checked, it was chilling in the fridge.
So according to my usual M.O., I hunker down, duck my head, and try to endure Holiday Cheer Disease until New Years. At least on New Years Eve you have an excuse to get drunk on rum punch and act like an idiot for a few hours, even if you are not in New York watching Dick Clark's Ball drop- no pun intended.
But this year something strange happened. In between getting stomped on at the market for the last holiday spiral cut ham on sale and avoiding the grabby hands of the snot nosed kid dressed like a reindeer, when I was struck with a thought.
What if there were other people like me out there in the world, people who endure the bad holiday egg nog even thought we are lactose intolerant. People who would rather spend time with family instead of running from house party to house party eating bad pumpkin pie with a smile and brushing off bad flirtations from somebody’s work friend who just discovered you write ‘naughty books’ for a living and wonder if you engage in threesomes with strange men and women often. People who smile while resenting the fact that some family members only act kind and give your gifts because of the season, and at any other time would slit your neck with a chin saw the moment your back was turned.
These people, my people, need a voice! Where are our Christmas tales and are we automatically on the naughty list for feeling like this?
Those thoughts, and the pain in my ankle from where that woman clipped me as she made off with the last ham, combined to create Noel, the heroine in Santa’s Claws.
Noel has her reasons for feeling the way she does about the holiday season, and very good reasons they are. And Santa’s machinations don’t give her reason to cry Happy Holiday’s to us all. But Tangels might be the very being to make her holidays more bearable, if a cynical disenchanted woman can bring herself to believe in marauding holidays, Think Tank Elves, and the shadowy figure known as Santa who seems to have his claws in everybody’s business.
Poor Noel, but this is a Stephanie Burke book! Happy ending guaranteed.
So, in the end I will still run from malls and holiday shoppers. I will still smile at people and count the moments until I can escape false cheer. I will fight in the local grocery store for the supplies to make my family a wonderful holiday meal that will create memories that will last a lifetime... while praying for a small zombie apocalypse or a plague of some kind, just enough to drive folks out of town for a few weeks.
And all the while I am enduring the season of giving, I will be thinking about Noel and her story, and her elf- and hot virgin elf sex- and I know that I will survive it too. Hmm, maybe it will be a Happy Holiday Season after all.
Now—lets talk about Valentine’s Day...
What's on Your Wish List for Santa?
I love Christmas Wish lists. Don't you? It's the one time of year I dream, and dream big. In our house, we post one sheet per person on the wall that is each individual's wish list. The rule: you can put anything you want on the list - anything - but know that you might not get everything listed. It's up to Santa what you do and do not get.
Thinking about lists got me thinking about Santa and this led me to think about his industrious elves. I bet they have wishes too. What would happen if one of his Workshop elves made a wish, and it didn't come true? Well, if that elf were Emmy, she'd turn around the next year and wish for the same thing. And the year after that. She's darn persistent, one of my favorite qualities about her.
What's on her wish list? Simple. A big male. Don't laugh. You see, Workshop elves aren't classified in any kind of "big" department, anywhere. Emmy's seen hulking males when she's scanned the internet and she'd do anything to have one all her own.
Today, *lucky you* you get a chance to meet Emmy, find out more about her wish and see if it comes as true as she'd hoped. White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish, is on sale NOW for your Christmas wishing and reading pleasure. Grab it while it's hot and maybe you too can get in on the wishing spree!
Check back through the day. I'll have snippets and excerpts to tease you even more!
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