Doesn't everyone want to be treated like a Goddess?

Hi everyone!

Dana Littlejohn here to bring you story that has some Christmas spirit with a dash of modern technology! Christmas Goddess is about a woman who is sick an tired of being sick with the men that have been coming into her life. Finally she decided to just leave them alone for a while. Unfortunately that didn't make her happy either. Luckily she had a best friend that knew her better than anyone else and she made sure Kendra had the best Christmas ever!

Kendra Taylor was single by choice, but unhappy with her predicament. Feeling depressed over her situation she declined going with her friend Monica to an annual Christmas party. Wanting to help Kendra, Monica searched diligently for the perfect gift to lift Kendra’s spirits and usher her into the New Year on a positive note…and she found it!

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Christmas Goddess is available now at Secret Cravings Publishing! 


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It's time to release some baggage!

Hi everyone,
Dana Littlejohn here with a look into my latest release Releasing the Baggage. Releasing the Baggage is about two people who want a good relationship but have been in too many bad ones to believe a good one still might exist. In order for them to be happy together they both have to release the baggage they're bringing to the table and start all over.

Jerri Ivory was over divorce cases, but when your boss asks you to do him a favor... During the important case, her boss is killed and she becomes a suspect all while she is trying to get to know Felix, a man her friend Linda hooked her up with. With all the chaos and mayhem going on in her life, can Felix slow her down long enough to show her they were meant to be?

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The conversation paused when their food was delivered.
“I guess what really happened was we just grew apart. That’s the only thing I can think of. I didn’t know it at the time, but we had different agendas and were on different paths from the start. She didn’t want to do the work it takes to bridge the gaps.”
“So, it was all her fault, huh?” she asked skeptically.
“No, I’m not saying that at all. It’s never one person’s fault when two people are involved in a relationship.”
“So, you believe a marriage is a fifty-fifty thing?”
“Actually, I think it’s more like one hundred- one hundred. Each person should bring one hundred percent into their marriage, not fifty percent.”
Jerri sat quietly eating for a while contemplating his words. “Hmm, you sound like you didn’t want the divorce, Felix,” she finally asked.
“I didn’t.”
Her head snapped up. “You didn’t?”
“No, I don’t think you get married to get divorced. It’s supposed to be ‘until death do you part.’ I was willing to work on it, but she wanted out.”
She nodded and pushed her plate back. “Do you still love her?” She reached for her glass and, not realizing it was empty, brought it to her lips.
He chuckled at the look on her face when she realized it was empty and refilled it for her. “No, I don’t. I don’t think I had for a long time before she asked for the divorce.”
Jerri sipped her drink. “So, I guess that kind of makes you a little bitter toward the whole marriage thing, huh?”
He shook his head. “Absolutely not. She hasn’t poisoned me toward getting married again at all. I still think it’s a beautiful thing. As long as it’s with the right person,” he added. “She obviously was not the right person for me, and I wasn’t for her.”
“I’ve been privy to a lot of divorces—some decent, most not—and the one thing all those people have in common is none of them took their marriage seriously anymore.” She shrugged. “I don’t know, the whole thing has kind of soured me a little to the whole idea.”
Felix reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “I still take it seriously. Perhaps all you need is some positive relationships to combat some of that negativity you’ve been exposed to.”
Over the candlelight, their eyes met in a hypnotic trance. The same feeling had come over her when he held her as they danced that slow, sexy salsa dance. Something deep within the depths of those sultry honey colored eyes called to her. Jerri felt like she was falling, losing herself within those sensual golden pools. She tried to speak, but her mouth and her brain had momentarily lost disconnection. Her body was leaning across to him and he was doing the same. The sudden clank of the plates crashing into each other as the waitress came to remove the dishes brought her back to reality, making her aware of her surroundings. She chuckled away her embarrassment and sat back in her chair. 
“So, Felix, are you always this charming or is this a ploy to get into my panties?” she asked playfully.
His blush was instant as he tried to laugh it away. “Charming? No, I’m just being me, but if you find that charming, then I’ll take whatever extras come with it.”
“I don’t know, Felix, you might not want to get into my panties,” Jerri said jokingly. “To push past the coohie cobwebs would be a hell of a workout, even for someone in as great a shape as you are.”
Confusion settled on his handsome features as he absorbed what she said, and then he burst into fits of laughter. “I don’t think I’ve heard that particular metaphor for abstinence before.”
Jerri nodded and picked up her glass again. “Well, unfortunately my friends keep me updated on such things.”
“Well, I think we’re in the same boat, then, Jerri. It’s been a long time since I had sex, too, years, in fact.”
“So, I guess that makes us both second-time virgins, huh? It’ll be like starting all over again if we ever hooked up.”
“Yeah, I guess it would be.”
Their eyes met over the candlelight again. An entire conversation passed between them without a single word being said aloud. Each one understood exactly what the other wanted and needed. Felix was the first to break the heavy, sexually charged silence.
“Check, please!”

Releasing the Baggage is available now at Secret Cravings Publishing 

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Life behind the wings isn't what it's cracked up to be.

Hello everyone,
Dana Littlejohn here again this time to share another recent release of mine, Behind the Wings. Behind the Wings is about a military brat whose mother and father share different views about what is best for their daughter. Whose ideas will win out, the mother's, the father's or her own?

Jade Dupree had always been a hot commodity among the young airman. She tried not to dater them, but having an old school mother and a worldly father gave her a challenging social life. Her mother’s only goal in life seemed to be to get her to settle her down with the next available airman and birth as many babies as possible.

Her father’s outlook for his children’s future was much less intense. Jade let her mother set her up with an extremely handsome tech sergeant, just as she met the very handsome Mike Davis.

Having spent time with both men Jade can’t help but wonder if her mother finally got lucky in choosing Steven Jones for her…or was Mike Davis a better match for her after all?

Excerpt: 

    

Jade walked by the dance floor, bobbing her head to the music. Just as she put her glass on a passing waiter’s tray, someone grabbed her hand and yanked her to the dance floor.

“Hey! What the--”

“Shh! Here, turn your back this way. You gotta dance with me. Can you step?”

“What? Excuse you, but—“ 

“Shh! Please, help me out. I’m trying to hide, over here.”

“Hide?” She looked around quickly, letting him pull her around the dance floor. “Hide from what?”

“Not a what, a who. I don’t know who she is, but she’s been following me around since I got here.” He ducked behind her and twirled her around.

She moved stiffly in his arms and spoke crisply. “Look, I didn’t come to this party to do protection work.”

“Okay, then why did you come to this party?” He ducked again. “Shit, don’t move. There she is,” he whispered urgently.

She peeked over her left shoulder to see a beautiful young black woman scanning the crowd. Her bottle blonde hair was filled with tiny curls and her top heavy body was stuffed into a short red tube dress. She stood just two people away from them.

“What’s the problem? She’s, umm…pretty.”

He chuckled. “The problem is she’s only pretty on the outside. It only took ten minutes of conversing with her for me to figure that out. She kept telling me everything her man could do for her and buy for her, and how she’d spend all her days and nights going out of her way to be pretty for him.”  He watched her pass by them and stood up, relaxing. 

“Check this out. She asked me what time it was, right? I said, ‘It’s a quarter to seven’. Guess what she said next?” He twirled her and went on, not waiting for an answer. “Oh that’s great! I’ve got twenty five minutes before my friend comes,” he mimicked her high-pitched, cartoonish voice then laughed. “What does that tell you?”

She laughed, too. “I don’t know. Maybe she just can’t tell time.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, okay. You know, you dance good for someone who got dragged out to the dance floor.”

“It’s well.”

“What’s well?”

“It’s, you dance ‘well’ for someone who got dragged to the dance floor.”

“That’s what I said.”

“No, that’s not what you said. You said good.”

“Good is bad?”

“No, good isn’t bad, it’s just not right.”

“So, good is wrong, but not bad?”

“No, good isn’t-- Are you doing that on purpose?”

“Doing what? I’m learning,” he assured her with a laughing grin.

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

“So, tell me. Why did you come to this party?”

“I came with my friend. I’m her date.”

“Her date? Your friend is a female? Well, this conversation just got interesting,” he said with his smile growing.

She laughed. “Down boy, it ain’t that kind of party. We’re best friends and she came to this meet and greet to meet and greet for her company, like everyone else.” She started to relax.

“Really? What’s her company?”

“Spotless Cleaning Services. Her name is Kelley Kingsley.”

He nodded. “That’s cool and what’s your name?”

She twisted her lips at first staring at him, but then a slow smile came to them. “My name is Jade Dupree.”

He returned her smile. “How’re you doing, Jade Dupree? I’m Mike Davis.” He turned her back to him while they danced, holding her firmly against him, around her waist.

“Mike Davis?” she said into his neck. “As in Michael Davis? The one that bought the Rayburn Suite Inn? That Michael Davis?”

“Yup, but my friends call me Mike. Wanna be my friend?” he asked close to her ear, before he spun her back.

Available now at Red Rose Publishing. Want to learn a little bit more about this book? Behind the Wings will be on tour January 23-27. Follow along an d leave a comment and you could win prizes! 

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Start your year with a switch!

Hi everyone,
I am Dana Littlejohn, multi-published erotic romance author. For this post I'd like to share a little about my latest release The Seven Year Switch. This book gives an inside look of what could happen if one decided to flip the traditional roles of the husband and wife.

Sonja Winters enjoyed the good life with a great job and being married to the man of her dreams. As she prepared to celebrate their seven year anniversary, she came across a secret her husband had kept from her. It would alter the course of their marriage forever.

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Sonja was stunned to silence. Her gaze narrowed as she looked at Bianca.

“He is very proud of you. Did you know Kyle credits the growth of his company to you? He says you have always given him the encouragement he has needed, and the advice you supply him with helps his company prosper even in these hard economic times.”

She made a conscious effort to bring her drink to her lips. Her heavy breathing fogged the chilled glass as she swallowed its contents in two gulps. Sonja’s chest heaved. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing through her nose as the glass rocked absently back and forth between her hands.

“Please do not be angry, darling. Men find it much easier to confide in their dominatrix because there is no need for fear here. They can express their deepest desires to me because I am here to fulfill them. That is why they come.”

Sonja’s eyes popped open. “My husband has no business sharing his feelings with anyone but me,” she said through gritted teeth.

“I tend to agree. I have had to punish him a great deal, because he feels very guilty about coming to me.”

“I’m not liking the fact that you have punished him at all,” she stated coldly.

“I can see that, but I only do what he needs me to do. He would much rather it be you that ruled over him in such a way and not me at all.”

“How long has he been coming to you?”

“Off and on for three years.”

Sonja scoffed. “What? No. You must be mistaken. He doesn’t have that kind of time.”

“Kyle has learned to suppress his need to be dominated over the years, but it has never left him. In the last two years, his visits have increased. He comes here in lieu of going to the gym,” she explained calmly. 

Sonja placed the empty stemware on the coffee table. “Whoa, wait a minute. He’s been lying to me all this time about going to the gym when he has in fact been coming here?”

“I don’t know about every time, but he started coming here regularly in this last year.”

Sonja tilted her head and blinked rapidly. “How often?” she finally asked.

“Every Thursday.”

“But…yesterday was Thursday.”

Bianca nodded. Comprehension hit Sonja like a slap in the face. Sonja slumped into the corner disorientated, staring blankly at her lap.

“How could he cheat on me like this? I love him and I thought he loved me.”

Bianca refilled Sonja’s glass and handed it back to her. “There has been no cheating. Kyle and I have never had sexual intercourse, nor would we ever. It is not about sex.”

Sonja sputtered. “Just because there was no sex doesn’t mean it isn’t cheating. He comes out here to see you, pays you to do whatever you do to him with our money, all behind my back! The betrayal is far worse than any physical act he could have done.”

“I do what is required to keep him sane,” Bianca stated evenly.

“Sane? What do you know of his sanity? You’re a damn dominatrix!” Sonja snapped.

“I was not always a dominatrix, Sonja. I know more than you think about the sanity of others.”

Sonja rolled her eyes. “Really? And how is that?”

“I am a psychologist.”

Sonja almost spilled her drink as she tilted the glass toward her face. “What?”

“Yes, I left my practice to do this full time. There was a need to help lots of men out there and I decided my skill and education would be more useful helping them in this way.”

Sonja shook her head. “This whole situation is ludicrous. I can’t believe he would do this to me.”

“This is not about you, Sonja. All of this is about him.”

 “Excuse me? How can you say it isn’t about me? I am his wife! He is leaving me to come see you,” she yelled pointing accusingly at her. “How is that not about me?”

Bianca spoke softly. “Because his reason for coming to see me is to get the satisfaction he was not receiving at home.”

Sonja glared across the couch at her. “So what are you saying? I’m not capable of satisfying my husband?”

Bianca’s tone was serene in the face of Sonja’s wrath. “I am sure you have the ability to do whatever you put your mind to. I just do not think you have the necessary knowledge.”

“What?” Sonja said through a clenched jaw. “I have been satisfying him for the last ten years.”

“My time with Kyle says differently, but if you will allow yourself to be taught what he really wants, then you could make him extremely happy for many years to come.”

Sonja leaned toward her challengingly. “What the hell makes you think you know what will satisfy him and I don’t?”

“Because he told me,” she answered simply.

Available now at Muse it Hot! Be sure to follow this book when it goes on tour February 20th-March 2nd. Follow its progress and comment along the way and you could be the one to win the prizes!

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