12 Days of Christmas - Day 9

Day 8 winners – The J's rule today. Jessica and Julia Barrett. I'll email you both a copy.

Day 9 Question – What does Shane buy everyday from Taylor’s Shoppe? Read the excerpt to find out.
Winner will be announce on Wednesday. Tomorrow I have a special guest.


Available from Aspen Mountain Press




Blurb:
Taylor Jax has a secret. She fantasizes about seducing longtime friend Shane Griffin. Only problem, he’s eight years her junior – too young in her mind.
During a game of truth or dare her secret is exposed. Challenged by her best friends, Taylor must go into an adult toy store and buy all the accessories needed to live out her fantasy.With another night of truth or dare looming, Taylor makes a bold move. Before her friends can dare her, she plans a full-fledged seduction.
Shane has loved Taylor for as long as he can remember. She enters his store in disguise, prompting him to tease her. To his surprise she agrees to have dinner with him. And when she propositions him he wonders - will one night be enough?




Excerpt:
"Hmmm, what should I treat the girls to tonight?" Taylor inspected the array of chocolate. It was her week to host girls’ night and she wanted the perfect dessert.
"I say the cherry lollipops."
Startled, Taylor looked up from the glass counter to see Shane Griffin in the doorway, looking like a centerfold that just walked off the pages of Playgirl. His cargo shorts and gray shirt were drenched in sweat, outlining a chiseled chest. He looked like he just got done fucking someone.
Taylor knew better.
Shane owned his own landscaping company and he was taking a break from work.
"Hi Shane."
"Who were you talking to?" Shane looked around the empty store. Yes, she’d been talking to herself.
"Just thinking out loud."
"I talk to myself too." He waltzed over to the counter, but didn’t lean against it with his sticky, sweaty body.
Taylor laughed. She’d yelled at him once for leaning against her clean glass, leaving nasty smudge marks. Since then he’d kept his distance but it didn’t stop him from coming into Tasty Taylor’s.
For the last three years, Shane visited every day and bought the same thing-ten cherry lollipops. Of all the candy he could have, he fancied lollipops. And for three years he’d been trying to get her to agree to a date. She’d refused his offers. Eight years separated them. Eight years too many in her book.
"Can I trouble you for a paper towel?" Shane asked.
"Sure," Taylor grabbed the roll and handed it to him.
"Thanks."
He removed a few sheets and wiped the sweat off his face and neck. As he rubbed, her eyes fell upon his hardened nipples. She imagined a pair of nipple clamps fastened to them.
She swallowed.
He lifted his shirt, exposing the hairline that disappeared below his waistband. Her mouth went dry. She imagined him walking behind the counter and asking for her assistance. She’d take the paper towels from him and wipe him clean. She’d retrace his chest, just to feel his strong muscles under her fingertips. From his chest she’d move over his abs. When they were done she’d reach into the depths of his shorts and feel his penis, which she imagined was huge. Then she’d rip off his shorts and have her way with him.
"Taylor?"
Shaking the taboo thoughts from her head, she cursed his age. It was too much of a difference for Taylor to accept, plain and simple. Sleeping with him would make her a cradle robber. Besides, he’d probably balk at the thought of her fantasies. Aside from his desire for her cherry-flavored lollipops she didn’t think they shared a common ground.

12 Days of Christmas - Day 8

I took a few days off from writing after putting The End on my latest WIP. Hotel living always makes me more productive in my writing. So I’m off to do just that, before making the long drive home! Hope everyone is enjoying their weekend.

Day 7 winners – Today I chose 2 winners. I'm in a very happy and giving mood this morning.
Molly Daniels and Jen B. I've emailed you both a copy! Congrats.

Day 8 Question – No question today…just comment for a chance to win! :o)


Available now from Ellora's Cave


Blurb:
Masturbating can be so much fun—especially when you have a one-man audience. Addison loves sex. More importantly, she loves her body and isn’t afraid to make it sing. Add a little voyeurism and it’s totally erotic.

Dante’s muse has stalled—until his sexy neighbor starts seducing him. Through her bedroom window, he watches as her hands caress her tantalizing skin. It’s like something out of a strip club, with his very own personal view. Thanks to this beauty, he’s drawing like wildfire. To thank Addison, Dante sends her an invitation for a single night together. That night may encourages them to draw a new future…together.

Excerpt:
Addison removed the clip from her dark mane and tossed it on the dresser. Her unruly hair tumbled around her shoulders. Fingertips massaged her scalp, releasing the day’s tension. Her feet screamed to be set free from the six-inch heels, but she couldn’t—not just yet. She needed to keep them on for a little while longer. For him.
In three long strides she stood in front of the window of her bedroom. A small light was on in his apartment. The moon, a sliver shy of full, illuminated the sky. Another day or two and it would be complete.
Pulling the tails of her crisp white blouse out of her skirt she unbuttoned the sleeves. Her hands moved to the top button and removed it from its hole. Slowly she continued down the shirt until her pink lace bra was fully exposed.
With ease she removed the shirt and threw it on the chair. She tapped her polished fingernail against her lip. What would she do tonight? She smiled a wicked grin. She was feeling bold.
She pictured him sitting there, his fingers wrapped around his hard cock—watching. She imagined his hand moving up and down the length of his shaft. With each article of clothing she removed she imagined him sucking in a deep breath and groaning in sexual frustration. He’d masturbate until she was finished and they’d both be satisfied.
There was no doubt he was watching. She felt his eyes on her body, begging to touch it. Most women would close the curtains and be freaked out by the idea of a man watching them every time they undressed, but not Addison. She loved the idea of being watched. She enjoyed the freedom to put on a show for him. He could look, but he couldn’t touch. That alone made the whole fantasy fun.
Addison unhooked the front clasp of her bra and flung it with the shirt. Her hands cupped her large breasts. An early bloomer, she was teased endlessly in high school. She’d hated her huge boobs as a teenager, but now she was happy with her bust.
The palms of her hands ran over her nipples, stirring them to life. She took them between her fingers and tugged until they were fully aroused. Pinching the hardened nubs she bit her lower lip from the sensations racing to the core of her pussy.
She needed an orgasm.
Soon.
Releasing her nipples, her hands floated down her stomach and around to the back of her black skirt. Unzipping the tight fabric she eased it over her hips and let it fall to the floor, where it pooled at her feet. Stepping away from the skirt she made sure she was still visible to her admirer.
She turned around, hooked her thong panties around her fingers and bent over. She dragged the panties down her legs, giving him a view of her puckered ass. Holding on to her ankles, she rotated her hips ever so slowly. She loved putting on a performance like a stripper, only hers was a one-man show.
What was he thinking? Was he wondering what it would be like to drive his stiff cock into her waiting ass? Or did he want to fill her hole with a butt plug so he could ram into her wet pussy?
She reached up to her pussy to find she was soaked. She slipped her finger inside. Pulling out she dragged her juices out coating her lips.
Ready.
Time to rock his world.

12 Days of Christmas - Day 7

Today will be short and sweet. I’m away and well…enjoying a weekend with my family. I don’t get back home as often as I like. So I'm off to have fun and celebrate Christmas early.






Day 6 winner – yadkny I’ll email you the copy.



Day 7 Question – What color are Brad’s toys? Yes, yes, you know it's in the excerpt.







Available from Aspen Mountain Press


Blurb:
Meg Trainor has one wish for Christmas every year: Two men who will fulfill all her fantasies.
Santa's in a giving mood this year.
Brothers and co-owners of Turquoise Toys, Brad and Shane Griffin will give her a Christmas she'll never forget.



Excerpt:
Meg couldn’t believe her eyes. These were not the toys she had imagined. She thought he was talking about children’s toys. These were not intended for children. These were adult toys in every sense of the word. There were floggers, paddles, butt plugs, ball gags, straps with dildos attached and handcuffs—all Turquoise, explaining the name. Meg wasn’t naive about the BDSM world. When she realized her desire to submit she wanted to know the who, what, where and why. She read everything she could about the subject. She knew enough about it to understand.
She’d even bought a few toys to experiment with. Like the ping pong paddle she’d purchased when she was curious to know what it felt like to be spanked. It wasn’t something she did regularly but when she was in the mood for a good orgasm she’d slap her cheeks a few times before using her favorite vibrator. She never had dated a man who was actually part of that world.
Brad was gay so he wouldn’t be offering. What a shame because she could see them having fun together!
Could he be carrying a bagful of goodies? Maybe Santa was going to be extra special to her this year. Please Santa I’ve been a good girl all year long. Please tell me you sent Brad with something extra special for my stocking this year.
Halfway though the job, Meg decided it was time to go back to her stranger. He’d been out there long enough. By now, he knew she was aware of his secret.
Turning she ran smack into his broad chest again. “We really need to stop meeting like this.”
Clearing her throat, she took a step back only to come against the copier. “I was just coming out to see you.”
He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them. “How are you doing?” His voice dripped with desire.
“Fantastic. Your copies are just about done.”
Damn she wished he’d step back. He was much too close. He turned her on.
“Are you sure?” He traced his finger along her cheek.
She gulped, her body overheating.
He bent closer, taking her lips. He kissed her slowly. She melted against him; her arms snaked around his neck. He touched her breast, causing a moan to escape her lips. His bulge brushed against her. He wanted her.
While he kissed her, his fingers unzipped the back of her dress then unsnapped her bra. He pushed the garments down around her waist, exposing her breasts.
His mouth covered her nipple, sucking until it puckered. God his mouth felt good. How long had it been since a man had his mouth on her? Too long. Lisa was right; she needed to get laid, but not by Kenny.
When Brad moved to the other breast she thought for sure she was going to crumble to the floor. Her hands gripped the edges of the copier to steady herself.
“I’m going to fuck you Meg, right now.

Nice Package - Katalina Leon

Okay folks...I've been waiting a long time for this. You must go buy this NOW! :)


Nice Package
Katalina Leon

Christmas chaos is over at the Emerson’s house, but the real holiday fun is just beginning. Jim presents Cora with a big beautiful gift box she is forbidden to open.

What’s in the crimson mystery box?

Cora finds out, slowly, over a twenty-four-hour period. The box contains tantalizing toys, temptation, tricky games and an invitation to an erotic adventure at a mountain lodge that will refresh their marriage and bond them as lovers. If Cora can endure one hellaciously prolonged tease, she’s really going to enjoy getting a nice package.

Reader Advisory: Novel contains a scene that includes light f/f interaction.








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An Excerpt From: NICE PACKAGE
Copyright © KATALINA LEON, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One

Cora knew if the bra she wore didn’t kill her she would have to kill the bra. She leaned over the sink full of warm soapy dishes and attempted to discreetly adjust the razor-thin satin straps from beneath her snug cashmere sweater. The racy new bra looked so pretty this morning. Its shades of scarlet trim made it the perfect festive choice for Christmas day, but at the end of many long happy hours it turned on her and showed its vicious side. The bra had a biting underwire and nasty little straps that cut into her shoulders. It was not her friend even though it was beautiful and its delicate lace cups had gleamed a lush crimson in the lingerie store and promised to be a pleasant holiday companion, but it wasn’t. Its true nature had been exposed. The bra had a cruel streak and it had to go.
She stopped washing crystal goblets and removed her rubber gloves so she could reach under her favorite pearl-embroidered red sweater without soaking it. Her damp hands ran the length of the pinching underwire, hoping to locate the exact trouble spot and free her tortured breasts.
“Let me help you.” A big, warm male body pressed against her back and wrapped his arms round her waist. His hands reached upward to gently cup her breasts. “I love how sexy you look wearing this tight sweater.” His warm breath tickled her ear. “Quite fuckable.”
She quickly turned to shush her husband. “Be careful, Jim,” she whispered. “We don’t want the kids hearing that.”
Jim leaned over her shoulder, mischief lit deep within his warm brown eyes. “There are no kids.” He paused. “They just left. My parents took them for the weekend. All the cousins are going to meet at the cabin tomorrow to go snow sledding. Everyone already drove away while you were tidying the kitchen.” He smiled. “We have Christmas night completely to ourselves.”
“Really?” She turned in Jim’s arms to face him, rose on tiptoes and kissed his lips. “Are we meeting the family at the cabin tomorrow?”
“No, we have other plans.”
Her brows dipped. Was everyone truly gone? “I didn’t even say goodnight to anyone or thank them for a lovely Christmas.” She impulsively dodged past Jim, hurried from the kitchen and stared with disbelief into a quiet living room filled with puddled cranberry candles and a sparkling Christmas tree. “They left so quietly, I didn’t even hear anyone leave.”
Jim’s grin crooked to the side the way it always did when he was plotting something silly or fun. His curved smile always gave his true intentions away. “That was part of the plan. We wanted to surprise you. You work so hard every year making the holidays a wonderful experience for all of us, I wanted to surprise you by doing something special just for you.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his heart, gently kissing the top of her head. “Let’s finish the dishes and I’ll let you in on a little of my plan.” He led her into the kitchen and gently maneuvered her in front of the sink.
She laughed softly. “I see your holiday plan includes me finishing the messy kitchen work no matter what.”
He pressed the length of his torso against her back and kissed the nape of her neck. “We can’t leave a sink full of dishes, we’re also going away.”
She twisted in Jim’s arms to look up at him. “Where are we going?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.” His broad hands slid beneath her sweater and deftly unhooked her bra.
The snuggly fitted bra strap popped open. She instantly sighed with relief.
He pushed the bra upward, cupping her naked breasts and gently took hold of her nipples, giving each a gentle but firm tug. The rumpled sweater rose higher as his fingertips lovingly explored her rounded curves. His face nuzzled her hair and gently inhaled her perfume. “I like this scent. It’s crisp and clean. It suits you.” His lips brushed against the nape of her neck with a featherlight kiss, as his palms warmed her breasts. “Your skin is so soft.” He slowly rubbed his body longingly against her. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “I can’t stop touching you.” His hard cock pressed persistently against his trousers and firmly poked against her bottom. “Finish doing the dishes so I can take you into the living room and fuck you under the Christmas tree.”
“Are you joking?” She turned to face the sink and swished her fingers through the warm water searching for any stemware left behind. She picked up a goblet that still had a crimson lipstick stain on its rim.
“No, I’m not joking. I might as well tell you right now, part of your holiday surprise this weekend is that I get to have complete sexual control over you. You’ll do absolutely everything I say.”
She gasped in eager alarm and nearly dropped one of her favorite goblets into the sink. She’d been waiting a long time to hear those words, and now that the moment was finally here, she started wondering what would happen next. Her heart pounded with excitement. She loved it when Jim took charge of her and allowed her to be the pampered submissive. It was what she craved above all else, and it was thrilling to know he felt the same way.
She glanced over her shoulder and gazed into his eyes. A bright smile spread across her face. “We’ll see how well that works out for you. I have to warn you, I’ll only submit to the most clever and masterful hands.” She gently challenged him with her words and her eyes.
His eyes sparkled. “You’ve hinted more than once you were ready to play a few new games with me, and this is the time. We’re starting now.” His gaze fixed directly on hers. “I know you better than you might think. Give me credit for that. I know what you’ve dreamed about, hinted at and hoped for. I even know you enjoy a little anxiety and tension mixed together with your orgasms. Am I right?”
“What?” She wilted over the sink in mock shock. It was true. Her face grew warmer.
“I’ve watched you work yourself into a tense lather on many occasions just to get a bigger sexual thrill. I’ll tell you upfront, I might even spring a few shocking little surprises on you just for the pleasure of watching you writhe. I’ve also taken a good long look at those books you keep hidden on your side of the nightstand, and I know exactly what your fantasies are.”
“Do you?” She blushed furiously. Her gaze focused on the kitchen window above the sink. The window acted as a dark mirror, clearly reflecting her startled face and Jim’s confident expression. “I’m a reader. I’m open-minded. Erotic-romance is fun and exciting to read.” She nervously paused. “Jim they’re just books…”
He looked at their reflection in the window and caught her nervous gaze. “They’re very telling books. Very graphic books. To be honest, I’m as turned-on by them as you are, so there’s nothing to feel self-conscious about. Remember, I love you, Cora. You’re my fantasy girl, and I would never harm you or cross the line, but…” The warmth of his smiled faded and his expression became serious. “This weekend I will be completely in charge of you. Sexually you will be under my control. You will come or not at my discretion, and you will do my bidding.”
Her jaw dropped in disbelief at his words and tone. She glanced over her shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Jim. I hope you didn’t discuss this part of the holiday surprise with your parents.” Her face grew warmer. She was both embarrassed and thrilled to have her secret love-slave fantasies taken seriously and brought into the open.
“Finish the dishes,” he commanded. His lips compressed to a tight line that refused to allow even the slightest hint of a smile to warm them.
Her body twisted toward him. She leaned against the edge of the countertop as she studied Jim’s inscrutable expression. What exactly did he have planned? His suddenly firm but secretive demeanor intrigued her. The determined set of his jaw told her he was ready to play bed Master. Good for her. She loved that game and hoped he was ready to expand on that familiar and beloved role. This was a great opportunity. They both worked so hard, and the boys demanded so much of their time most evenings they didn’t have the privacy or the energy to play at all. On a good night, they simply shared lazy but satisfying sex, rolled over and immediately fell asleep. She was overjoyed Jim had planned a romantic and sexually adventurous weekend outing just for them. She had dreamed of this day, and quite frankly, it sounded too good to be true. Her naturally anxious tendencies kicked in. There had to be a catch? “What about the kids? Will they be all right? Does anyone even know where we’re going?”
“The kids will be fine, and don’t worry. Everyone knows where we’re going, but no one knows what we’ll be doing. This weekend is just for us.”

12 Days of Christmas - Day 6

We’ve reached the halfway mark of the 12 days of Christmas contest. I can’t believe Christmas is only 9 days away. I’ll be busy next week.
I ran myself too much yesterday. By noontime I was flat out on the couch with my ereader. At RomantiCon I met Shoshanna Evers. She’s such a friendly person. Not to say the other authors weren’t because they were all great.
Anyway she was telling my husband about her book coming out called Ginger Snap. She explained about the use of ginger called ginger-figging. He was totally fascinated – don’t take much to get him excited he is a man after all. Yesterday it released over at Ellora’s Cave and I immediately bought the book. Within an hour I’d devoured the entire story and boy was it sizzling. All I can say is Holy Hotness.
I highly recommend this book to everyone!
It’ll be another day on the couch for me, with another new book. I’m in the mood to read Christmas stories.

The winner of Day 5 contest is: Linda Kage. Send me an email to amberskyze @ aol.com and I’ll send you a copy of Talk Dirty to Topaz.

Day 6 question of the day – What does the police officer learn from Nikaya’s driver’s license? Yup, it’s in the excerpt.
Tomorrow I have a special guest, so the winner will be announced on Saturday, when the 12 Days of Christmas returns.

Ignited available from Ellora’s Cave

Blurb:
Got Fantasies? Nikaya does. She longs to be loved by two men.

Nikaya is celebrating her birthday with a new Mustang. As she’s climbing the mountain in her shiny new car, a police officer comes out of nowhere. He pulls her over and treats her to a birthday spanking. With a sore butt and a burning need to orgasm, she’s whisked away to a cabin.

Braden and his best friend Hank have a few surprises up their sleeve for the birthday girl. They include whips, floggers, chains, blindfolds and more. They hope to make all her fantasies reality.

Three hot bodies, sex toys and a spanking machine are only the beginning for Nikaya.

Excerpt:
Nikaya floored the gas pedal as she climbed the windy mountain road in her new black Mustang. The beige plush leather seats caressed her legs. The Mustang, a gift to herself for her thirtieth birthday, roared up the hill with ease. Some might look at thirty as the end of having fun, a time to grow up and figure out where they were going in life, but not her. No, she knew exactly where she was going and the car was not some midlife crisis purchase. She looked at thirty like an awakening to a new decade—one that would allow her more freedom to explore who she really was.
With the top down she felt alive. Warm air blew her long sandy blonde hair away from her face. As she drove higher and higher into the mountain, blood pumped through her veins. She was free.
The sun dipped behind the mountain caps. Nikaya didn’t worry as dusk settled upon the town of Desmond Point. She knew the lay of the land like the back of her hand. She pressed the pedal slightly harder with her high-heeled sandal, gunning the engine on the desolate road. Her fire-engine red fingertips gripped the steering wheel. One wrong move and she could find herself flying over the side of the mountain, crashing on the rocky bottom. Adrenaline soared, her heart pumped wildly. She loved living on the edge, the thrill of adventure.
A quick glance in her rearview mirror alerted her to trouble.
“Shit,” she cursed, noticing the glare of the flashing red light. “Where did he come from?” The road had been virtually empty for the last two miles.
She slowed down and found a safe spot to pull over. Was this the right thing to do? The flashing lights weren’t on top of the car, they were inside. She’d read articles about crazies who liked to pretend they were police officers. They’d pull over unsuspecting women and then rape them. Could this guy be one of them?
She tapped her fingertips on the wheel, contemplating what she should do. Should she call and verify he was for real? Her cell phone probably wouldn’t get reception this high up the mountain. She couldn’t take off and leave him standing there, just in case he was a true officer.
Another thought popped in her mind. Would he give her a speeding ticket? A ticket was not something she wanted for her birthday. Maybe he would cut her some slack.
“Evening, ma’am,” the man said, approaching the car.
“Sir.” His sun-streaked brown hair fell haphazardly around his face. He wasn’t in uniform. He was dressed in black slacks and a short-sleeved white button-down shirt. The top three buttons were undone, exposing a small patch of dark brown hair. He looked more like someone who spent most of his days on the beach, rather than driving around in a police car. Another glance in the rearview mirror warned her he wasn’t driving a police cruiser. A shiver of fear passed through her as she gazed into the most astonishing blue eyes.
“Do you realize how fast you were going?” he asked.
She shrugged, indifferently.
“I’m gonna need your license and registration.” He leaned two muscular hands on the door.
He smelled of sun and sand.
Nikaya obediently dug through her purse, looking for the documents. Once she retrieved her license she handed it to him. “Look, officer, I didn’t mean any harm. I—”
“Step out of the car, ma’am.”
“Huh?”
“I said, step out of the car.”
“What is this all about?” Surely this could be handled from the safety of her car.
“Now.”
His stern voice prompted her out of the car.
“Hands against the car. Legs spread.”
“You’re joking, right?” She looked at his face and he didn’t appear to be kidding. He looked stone-cold serious.
Shaking his head, he pointed to the hood of the car.
Nikaya did as she was instructed, cursing under her breath.
“Excuse me?” He placed a hand on the small of her back.
Heat coursed through her body from his touch.
“Nothing,” she spat. Then added, “Sir.”
He snickered behind her.
Condescending bastard.
His hand roamed south, resting on her bare leg. As he pushed his body against hers she felt his hardness rub against her. He whispered in her ear, “Spread ’em.”
This definitely was not the norm, she thought, swallowing back the urge to cry. His touch felt hot against her cool skin. Nikaya spread her legs.
“I see from your license it’s your birthday today.” His hand crawled up her leg and under her skirt. “Ummm, no panties.”
“I have no use for them. They’re cumbersome,” she admitted.
“Oh, so wet,” he whispered, grazing his finger along the folds of her pussy.
Nikaya bit her lip, she would not moan. Just because the touch of his finger along her slit set her soul on fire. She would not allow him to know how he affected her.
“Did I do something wrong, officer?”
“You were racing up the mountain at a pretty high speed. Do you know the dangers of these winding roads?” He patted her down.
“I’m not armed.”
Ignoring her, he continued his search. Both hands caressed her legs before he lifted her skirt up over her ass.
“I don’t believe this is protocol, sir.” Her legs grew wobbly under his touch.
“Are you questioning my authority?” He stood, gently guiding her body onto the hood of the car.
“No, it’s just—”
She was quieted by his hand swooping down, smacking her across her bare ass.
“Ouch! What was that for?” She attempted to cover her sore cheek.
He quickly grabbed her hand and pinned it over her head.
“For getting obstinate with a police officer.”
“I find it hard to believe you’re a police officer.”
“You don’t believe I’m an officer? I guess I’ll have to convince you.”
His hand came crashing down on her buttocks again.
And again.
“Please stop. I’m begging you.”
“Begging me, huh? It’s your birthday and you know what that means, right?”
“What?” she choked. The sting in her cheeks sent the rest of her body into a tizzy. The burn had her pussy pooling with juices.
“You need to get your birthday spankings. One for each year. I see here you’re thirty this year. I’m going to slap that sweet ass thirty times and each time my hand cracks those luscious cheeks I want you to count. Do you understand?”
She understood but she didn’t agree with him. There was no way she was going to stand there and accept his spanking.
“I’m waiting for an answer, Ms. Murphy.”
“And if I don’t?”
He chuckled.
“Let’s just say you won’t like the consequences.”
She was tempted to scream for help but knew no one would hear. Except maybe one of the owls hooting in the distance or a nocturnal animal but they wouldn’t save her. There wasn’t a house for miles and the likelihood of another car driving up the mountain at this time of the night was slim. She was at the mercy of this man. She had to do what he said or else.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good.” He smacked her ass.
Silence.
“I’m waiting.”
“One,” she cried.
He smacked her a few more times.
“Two, three, four…”
“You’ve got the hang of this.” His smugness irritated her. Her ass needed cool water to extinguish the burning radiating it.
He continued slapping her cheeks and she continued counting until they reached thirty.
“You’ve been a very obedient girl. Maybe I’ll let you go without a ticket.”
“I still don’t believe you’re a cop. Where’s your cruiser? Where’s your badge,” she challenged. He pressed her harder against the car hood and draped his body over hers.
“You want to see my badge? I’ll show you my badge.”
The sound of his belt coming undone pierced her ears. The zipper descended. He still had a strong grip on her wrists.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Showing you my badge.”
“I believe you. Just give me a ticket and I’ll be on my way.”
“Oh honey, I’m just getting started.”
With his free hand he positioned himself behind her. His leg pushed hers farther apart. He guided his stiff cock to the edge of her cunt.
“You want this, don’t you?”
She remained silent. She wasn’t about to admit that she was turned on. The way he warmed her ass caused a stirring she hadn’t felt in a long time. Excitement. She was highly aroused and the prospect of being fucked against her new car, on the open mountain road, had her adrenaline soaring.

We now return to our regularly scheduled event. :0) Yesterday I had a guest blogger so some had an extra day to enter the 12 days of Christmas contest. Lucky you!
My daughter is starting to feel better and now I have a horrible cold. It’s no time to be sick!!! Too much left to do.
I finished the first draft of All or Nothing. Now I have a bunch of research to do and self-edits. I’m hoping to ship this baby off to my editor before the 1st. I have an article to write and one novella to edit also.
I started a new story. The beginning scene had been playing in my mind for weeks, so I sat down and wrote it. It’s about a husband and wife who spend a rainy day pushing their sexual limits. This is going to be one of my hottest to date.

On to the contest winner from Day 4.
Thanks again to random.org for choosing the winner: Venus
Please send me an email to amberskyze @ aol.com to claim your prize.

Day 5 question – What is the name of Frank's sister. (of course you know the answer is in the excerpt!) ;)

Blurb:
Interior Designer Teagan Topaz doesn’t believe in love, after finding her fiancé in bed doing the nasty with another woman. Nine long months later Teagan finds herself sexually frustrated, due to a recent surge of explicit sex phone calls on her business line. Frank Black needs Teagan’s expertise to put the finishing touches on a room in his house, but he fantasizes about tying her up and ravishing her. Will Teagan be able to resist the designs Frank has for her?

Excerpt:
Holy shit!
Teagan couldn’t remember ever experiencing such intensity before. Stars flashed before her eyes as Frank drove her over the edge, tumbling to ecstasy.
Both feet back on the floor, Teagan rested her head on his shoulder, allowing herself time to catch her breath and time to wonder what the fuck she was thinking.
Yes, it was a mind-blowing experience, but she wasn’t the type to let her inhibitions go and succumb to a man she just met. But she had to admit, Frank Black wasn’t just any man. There was something about him, something that made Teagan want to stay and learn more about him. She wanted to figure out what this attraction was she felt. There was attraction; a deep one that scared the shit out of her. She hadn’t felt this way since Tim and her instincts were dead wrong about him. She didn’t want to make the same mistakes trusting another man. Maybe it was the phone calls. They had her sexually frustrated and needing release. Maybe she was confusing the need for sex with attraction. But damn, Frank did know how to please her.
Teagan felt empty as Frank stepped back, but her emptiness didn’t last long. He wrapped her in his arms, planting gentle kisses on her face.
"You’re an amazingly beautiful woman, Teagan Topaz."
She blushed, unused to so many compliments.
"I could make love to you all night long."
Teagan’s stomach grumbled before she had a chance to respond.
"But first, I must feed you."
She laughed nervously.
"You’ll need energy for what I have in store for you."
"What about Susan?" Teagan asked. As exciting as the prospect sounded, his sister lived in his house and would be returning home eventually.
"We’ll worry about that after dinner."
Frank helped Teagan put her clothes back in order, and then kissed the tip of her nose. "I’d rather have dessert first…"

Special Guest - Destiny Blaine

Thank you for being a hostess on our 12 Days of Christmas Blog Tour. It’s great to be here today. I’m stopping by with some exciting news about a short paranormal Christmas story released today at Siren Publishing. Writing as Addison Avery, I love to write paranormal Christmas stories. Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match has an important Christmas message and I hope readers interested in alternative romance will take a closer look at Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match.

I brought along some information to share and as mentioned in the blog promo, I’m taking you behind the scenes and sharing one of my favorite excerpts from Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match by Addison Avery.

Thanks so much, Amber! Welcome. Anytime. :)

Destiny Blaine

Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match
AVAILABLE: Tuesday, December 14th

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, December 14th
This new release is offered at a 10% discount for four weeks.
A Special Christmas Feature
[PolyAmour: Erotic Shape-shifter Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, vampires, sex-shifters]

Conrad Cleveland isn’t ready for a relationship, much less designated mates. He has valid reasons he wants to avoid the shifters waiting to claim him. A very old vampire, Conrad understands the sacrifices he’s expected to make. The sex-shifters waiting to claim their vampire have no idea what transformations Conrad will soon face.

With the holidays approaching, Conrad is left without choices, and he’s forced to accept the fact his skirt-chasing days are over. He reluctantly acknowledges the consequences of finding his shifter mates, and through them, Conrad discovers a most unusual but quite perfect kind of love.

Excerpt:

Kimberly planned to have a hell of a good time with Conrad. She’d been excited about their relationship since she first learned about him.
Two hundred years old, Conrad rarely had a woman for longer than a month, but over the course of his lifetimes, several visited his bed. Conrad rarely drank from a vein even when he desperately sought a sip of blood. Some believed he feared intimacy like mortals once feared the black plague or vampires shuddered with the mere mention of a stake through the heart.
Like it or not, Conrad would eat her up like his last meal. He might as well accept what he had coming because Kimberly couldn’t wait to spread her legs and let him have a real fine time.
Kimberly graciously accepted the cup of coffee Conrad handed her after they returned to his house. She noticed the way he traipsed around the galley kitchen, acting like a caged animal, pacing the parameter of the domestic area.
“I don’t bite,” she teased.
“I do,” he reminded her.
She clapped her hands. “Oh, goodies! Maybe we can get started quicker than I expected.”
He arched a brow. “What do you mean?’
She threw her arm over the back of the curved-frame chair. “You’re going to be crazy about me. And I can’t wait.”
“Ain’t gonna happen.”
“Let me guess, you don’t find me attractive?”
He looked her up and down, and she enjoyed the silent appraisal. “It’s not that,” he admitted. “My life is too complicated right now.”
“You don’t want a mate?” She knew he didn’t. Quite frankly, she didn’t care.
“Not really.”
“Don’t need the headaches?”
“Definitely not.”
“Don’t have the patience?”
“No.”
“The time?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Can’t find the energy for some of the most erotic fucking of your lifetime?”
He gasped.
“That’s what I thought,” she said smugly, sitting back in her chair and enjoying the ambiance. “I’ve never been in a home decorated for the holidays. This is quite unusual. Do you celebrate Christmas?”
“Yes, every year.”
“Hmmm…mind if I ask why?”
“It’s a holiday the humans celebrate and one I firmly believe in.”
“You can’t go to heaven,” she stated flatly.
“I don’t believe that.”
“You should. You can’t die.” She sighed. “Or at least, you won’t meet your demise like a normal human.”
“Maybe not, but one day, the world will end, and when it does, I plan to go to heaven then.”
“I see,” she muttered, eyeing the scattered holly above the mantel. She certainly had her work cut out for her. Conrad apparently didn’t believe in the old vampire customs. Rather than argue or contradict him by presenting evidence to prove her point, she enjoyed the pretty tree with its festive ornaments and bright lights. The smell of pinecones filled the room, and she couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
“I take it you weren’t interested in a horse?”
She shrugged. “I wouldn’t say that.”