12 Days of Christmas - Day 4

Sometimes plans need to change. Yesterday I had a plan. I had a list. I knew the stores I wanted to shop in and the items I wanted to buy and then two things happened. My daughter woke up with the flu and the rain came. Under normal circumstances I could get my daughter set up for a few hours and leave. There were three other adults in the house too.
It was the rain that kept me home. Torrential downpours, winds whipping at 40-45 mph. It wasn’t worth going out. Besides, I didn’t want to wake up today, sick with the flu. So I stayed home. I finished decorating the house, put up lights on the railings. Our granddaughter loved the lights. She’s learning her colors and let’s just say red, green, yellow and blue are four words I’m tired of saying! LOL
Back to the daily grind and another work week.

Now on to the contest winner. Today was easier to choose a winner because everyone had the correct answer. So courtesy of random.org our winner is: Cindy Skaggs. Please send me an email to amberskyze @ aol.com so I can send you a copy of Heat Waves.

Today’s question and giveaway comes from my Ellora's Cave Dec '09 release Body Shots – What is the fake name Sierra gives Reed? It’s in the excerpt.

Blurb:
Got tequila? Sierra does, and Reed isn’t afraid to use it. He’s determined to do shots on every inch of her skin, but Sierra has insecurities preventing him from exploring intimate areas. Her insecurities won’t stop her from lavishing his body with the heady liquor though.

Ten years ago an accident tore Sierra Allen and Reed Walker apart. Now a chance encounter has them burning for each other. A bottle of liquor and a pool table has this duo ready to quench their thirsts with one night of body shots. But will one night be enough?

Excerpt:
Reed Walker leaned his massive frame against the wall. His leg bent, his boot-clad foot tapped against the wall to the rhythm of the bass drum. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, as his eyes gazed upon the singer crooning the soft rock ballad. She was gorgeous by every standard of the word. Long flowing black hair, dark mysterious eyes, her arms sleeved in tattoos. Dressed only in black leather pants and a matching leather bra, her rock-hard stomach revealed she worshiped the gym but Reed wasn’t here for the singer. She wasn’t his type any longer. Another time, another place maybe. Not tonight. Tonight, he was here for the owner of the bar.
Looking to make some extra cash doing something they loved, Reed and his fellow band mates decided to reunite after a ten year hiatus. Reed, having always been the businessman of the group, took on the task of going to different bars and clubs to see if they were interested in adding his band Foul Play to their lineup.
When he walked into Crimson Nights he thought he was walking into a dream. Never in his wildest imagination had he thought he’d come face to face with the only true love of his life—Sierra Allen.
The look on her face when he walked up to the bar and asked to speak to the owner was one of shock. Like seeing a ghost. And that’s how he felt. Oh, she’d cut off most of her long red hair but she couldn’t deny the scar on her right cheek. It had faded some over the years and she tried covering it with her hand most of the time they spoke but he knew it was her. She told him her name was Laura but Reed knew better. Those haunting green eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
He went along with her charade, though it killed him deep inside. She had run away from him after the car accident without so much as an explanation. The weeks he spent by her side, holding her while she cried over what she felt was a deformed face. The painful recovery from the shards of glass that cut her, when the windshield shattered. He stood by her side, loving her, wishing he could take away her pain. Wishing it was him who suffered instead of her, only to have her up and vanish when she was released from the hospital.
Now she was pretending she didn’t know him. It didn’t make sense. He’d let her go a long time ago but this time he wasn’t going to leave without finding out why. It was the least she could do. She owed him an explanation.
She shocked him when she agreed to let his band play. He fully expected a flat-out “no”. Why would she want his band playing there if she was hiding her identity? Was it a ploy to make him believe she was this Laura she pretended to be? Or was she feeling the connection too? If it was to prove her charade, she was sadly mistaken. Reed wasn’t stupid enough to be fooled by a haircut or name change.
Reed would wait until the night was done and the bar empty before he confronted her but he would and when he did, Sierra had some explaining to do.

12 Days of Christmas - Day 3

I accomplished a good amount of shopping yesterday.
The family convened around the tree at 7pm to decorate and were scattered by 8:30. Overall, a success! :o) Today will be another day of shopping for me. While the DH hangs with the guys watching football I’ll be shopping for him!
Now on the fun stuff!

Courtesy of random.org our winner of the Day 2 contest is: Susan
Please send me an email to amberskyze @ aol.com to claim your prize.

Today’s question: What is the name of the Limo driver? Hint - it's in the excerpt.

Blurb:
Ever wonder about the face behind the voice of a radio DJ?
Nina Walters has. She can’t get enough of disc jockey Ty’s sexy baritone. He has her masturbating to his voice daily. When he challenges his listeners to a contest Nina can't resist the challenge, the opportunity and will use every advantage she has or can find.
Ty is offering a dream date, with him, to one lucky winner. He’s positive no one will guess the answer correctly. So, when Nina does he’s floored. Being a man of his word, he goes through with the date. Sparks fly, but secrets linger. Will their heat for one another be enough to ride the waves of deception?

Excerpt:
Nina struggled to keep up with him. She couldn’t imagine why he was ignoring her. She hung up on Cindy with no explanation. She needed to find out what was wrong with Ty. She watched him climb into the front of the limo. When she reached the door she pulled on the lever.
Locked. She knocked on the black-tinted window.
No response.
She knocked again, this time louder.
Still no response.
"I know you’re in there, Ty. Please come out and tell me what’s wrong," she pleaded.
Why was he ignoring her? What had she done? Besides waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, she’d thought they were having a good time. What had changed his mind?
Jasper opened his door and stepped out. "Ms. Walters, let me get the door for you." He opened the back door and waited for her to step in.
"I’m not getting in until Ty explains to me what the hell is going on." Her voice grew louder as her frustration mounted.
"Ms. Walters, please."
She knew she was making Jasper uncomfortable, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t understand what was going on.
"I’m not moving, so either you have Ty get his ass out of the car and talk to me, or you can leave me here."
Jasper closed the door and disappeared into the limo, leaving her standing there.
Just fucking great. Was he going to take her seriously and leave her? He wouldn’t would he? This was ridiculous. Was he some kind of weirdo? Did he do this often? They’d shared an incredible day. What the fuck was going on?
She counted to one hundred. No one exited the limo, but it didn’t drive away either. Maybe that was a good sign. She paced the length of the limo racking her brain. She couldn’t figure it out, unless…
Oh shit!
Had he heard her conversation with Cindy? She hadn’t said enough to have him understand—had she? She’d continually looked over her shoulder to see if he was coming. Had he snuck up on her and listened to her private conversation? That would have been rude. But still, she couldn’t wrap her thoughts around what would make him so mad. She hadn’t said anything incriminating. If she had and he was pissed Cindy could lose her job.
That would be the nightmare of all nightmares.
When she reached two hundred and still no Ty, she went back to his side and knocked on the window.

12 Days of Christmas - Day 2

I use random.org to generate a winner, in case anyone is wondering how I chose a winner. Day 1 winner is: #1 – Marie Rose Dufour

I’m not used to posting on the weekend. I have a busy day ahead of me – Christmas shopping. I don’t like crowds and I’m sure there will be many today. I have a list and a plan. There’s so much wrapping to do it’s not funny. I always promise myself that I’ll wrap as I buy. HA! That never happens. I’m looking at piles of bags and boxes with gifts that need wrapping. I’ll be doing last minute like every year.

Today is Day 2 of my 12 days of Christmas contest. Today’s giveaway is a copy of Submit With Me, from Ellora’s Cave. It’s a quickie to get you in the mood, if you know what I mean. :o)

Question: How much was Marc’s first offer? Read the excerpt for the answer.

Blurb:

Rena is on a quest to get laid and she’s willing to go to any length to fulfill her need.

Marc has a thirst for a submissive. He longs to find someone he can bring to the edge of ecstasy and rein back in before an orgasm. He wants to tie, tease and torture his submissive, pushing the limits of sexual awareness.

When he offers Rena five hundred dollars to be his sub for the night, he gets more than he bargained for. This spitfire is about to show him a thing or two about submitting.

Excerpt:
Rena had one goal in mind—to get laid. Taking a long drag off the straw nestled in her fruity drink, she scanned the smoke-filled bar for a potential mark. Tonight she didn’t care about getting to know someone. No, tonight she only cared about filling the void in her aching pussy.
“Damn,” she cursed under her breath. Tables were full with happy couples, either enjoying drinks or dinner. Soft jazz played in the background. Normally Rena enjoyed the lazy tempo, but not tonight. She was too busy looking for someone to fill her need. Her desire. Rena’s pussy ached to be fucked. Glancing around the haze, she shook her head. Not one guy in the place looked eligible. She considered going to another bar but decided against it. Not many bars offered rooms above them for the clients to rent by the hour. No, this was the place where she intended to find the man to make her pussy sing. Besides, the patrons were upper-class and the bar had a reputation for only allowing in respectable people. Safe. That was the reason she was here and wouldn’t go anyplace else.
Staring into the mirror behind the bar, she gave the room another scan. Still nothing. She couldn’t believe there wasn’t one man desirable enough to give her the relief she craved.
She emptied her drink. Maybe it was best if she called it a night. Obviously she wasn’t getting laid tonight.
As Rena stepped off the barstool, her face came into contact with one broad chest. She glanced up to stare into the most exquisite blue eyes she’d ever seen.
“Leaving so soon?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Just going to powder my nose,” she lied.
“I didn’t think women did that any longer.”
“I’m not just any woman.” Rena winked. “I’m every man’s wish come true.” Leaving him standing there, mouth agape, she headed toward the bathroom.
He ordered her a new drink when she shimmied onto the stool.
“Thanks for the drink.” She didn’t bother to look at him, but she caught him watching her in the mirror.
“My pleasure.”
Rena couldn’t help herself, she smiled.
He was gorgeous, dressed in tight-fitting denims and a painted-on black tee , muscles bulging from under the short sleeves.
“Come here often?” Lame. She hated pickup lines, so why was she using one on him?
He laughed a hearty laugh.
“Actually the first time.”
Hmm. A first timer.
“So what brings you here tonight?”
“I’m looking for a little action.”
“What kind of action?” Maybe the same kind she was looking for? A “wham bam thank you ma’am” kinda night?
“Nothing you’d be interested in, I’m sure.”
“And what makes you so sure I’m not interested in your kind of action?” Insult dripped from her voice.
“Just a gut feeling.”
“Are you saying I’m too prim and proper for you?”
He shrugged indifferently.
“Try me, I’ll bet I surprise you.”
He shook his head no.
Are you fucking serious? He was turning her down? No fucking way. This was not the way she had planned this night. She was determined to get laid and Mister Muscles fit the bill.
“Let me guess, you’re looking to get laid—no strings attached?”
He didn’t flinch when she blurted out the statement.
Instead he stood, reached deep into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash.
“You think you can handle my action?”
He slapped a hundred-dollar bill on the bar.
“I’m offering you one hundred dollars to be my slut for the night.”
She almost choked on her drink.
“See, I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He sat back down.
She laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“That you think one hundred dollars is enough. Make it five and I’ll be Mary Fucking Poppins if you want.”

Naughty St. Nick Contest - Day 1

Welcome to Friday! I'm looking forward to this weekend so I can finally get some shopping done. Today I'm celebrating the release of Naughty St. Nick and the kick-off of my 12 days of Christmas contest.





Rules: Comment with the correct answer to the question and you'll be in the running for a copy of Naughty St. Nick.


Simple right?





Question: What's the apartment # of the guy she fantasizes about? The answer is in the excerpt!
Buy Link: Aspen Mountain Press

Nick has fought his attraction to Emily since the summer. Work and other commitments have kept him from pursuing a relationship. Christmas is upon them and Nick finds he has free time on his hands. He devices a little plan to get her sexy body prepared for what he hopes will be a night of passion she’ll never forget.Someone is sending Emily erotic toys. The naughty notes attached are charging her dormant body to life with promises of red hot sex. She’s not sure who her secret Santa is, but if he’s truly following the Twelve Days of Christmas she’s about to find out.Will Emily succumb to this Naughty St. Nick?

Excerpt:

Emily pattered over to the front door. She peered through the peephole.
"Hmmm, I swear I heard the doorbell." She threw opened the door against the bitter cold of the winter storm brewing outside. Shivering, she bent over the threshold and glanced in both directions. Her skin pebbled from the snowflakes landing on her bare arms.
"Strange, I know the doorbell rang." She was about to close the door when she noticed a small brown box, sitting off to the right.
Intrigued, she placed a sock covered foot into the icy snow and retrieved the box. She quickly slammed the door and hurried back to her blanket on the couch. She nestled under the red fuzzy blanket. Turning the box in her hands she looked for an addressee.
"Nothing." She couldn’t help but wonder if it were meant for her or if someone left it on her doorstep mistakenly. She shook the box. Something bounced around inside. Unable to fight her curiosity any longer she tore open the package. There inside was a mistletoe-colored finger butt plug, with little white snowmen on it. Tingling sensations warmed her body straight down to her core. Thoughts of teasing the rim of her ass with the humming vibrator tantalized her.
She needed to know who sent it. Digging deeper into the box she searched for a card or anything cluing her in to who the sender was. She found a tiny note card that read:
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave me to, one butt plug a hummin’.
Emily thought she’d explode into orgasm right then and there. The idea of someone wanting to charge her ass to life enthralled her. Filled with an arousal that ran deep, Emily knew she had to pleasure herself.
Heat from the flames crackling in the fireplace warmed her chilled body, smoothing her skin. The television blared in the background, but Emily tuned it out. She’d been watching a movie about a money heist on a train or something crazy. It hadn’t held her attention. Turning the plug over in her hands, she found something that gripped her total attention. She couldn’t imagine who would send her something so erotic.
Settling into the pillow she closed her eyes and pictured the guy from Six A, as the bearer of her gift. His wavy blond hair and those piercing green eyes charged her body. She’d fantasized about him a few times. Oh who was she kidding she masturbated to the image of his shit eating grin too many times to count.
Emily longed to run her hand over his taunt abs. She wanted to trace a finger along the vee that disappeared below the trim of his pants to see if it went down to his cock, which she knew would be large and bulging. It seemed hard to believe she’d been drooling over him since summer.
After she witnessed his body in scant clothing she wanted a piece of him.

So Much To Do!

Christmas is just around the corner. How the heck did it sneak up on me like that? I haven’t even gotten the tree up and decorated. That’s the chore for this weekend, in between working and the DH having the guys over to watch the Patriots. He does this once or twice a season. I can hardly argue. He doesn’t ask for much. It’s just this year the timing isn’t so good.
I told our daughter that we’d go shopping while the guys stuffed their faces and screamed obscenities at the television. She seemed to like that idea.
This weekend is the last I’ll have to work until next year – YAY! I’m still employed, but that’s subject to change at any given moment. I know a few people were let go Monday, but I’ve heard somewhere in the range of 200 would be given pink slips before Christmas. There are only 400 of us on the account. Scary. Merry Effing Christmas, right? I wish I could expose the jerks, but it would definitely cost me my job. So I’ll bitch about it here! :o) Okay, I’m definitely on the mend. Oh, and I can walk pretty good without wincing.
Tomorrow starts the 12 days of Christmas. Be sure to drop in for your chance to win!

On the Mend

I'm slowly making my way back. While I'm not fully ready to enter the world of the living, I can in short spurts. Thanks to all of you who emailed asking how I'm doing. I truly appreciate your emails and kind words.

Today I have two reviews to share with you. One is for Play With Me, the final book in the Freedom Fantasies series. Terrihawk over at Night Owl Reviews had some nice things to say. You can read the review here.

Kimberley Spinney over at Sensual Reads had wonderful things to say about Adrift. You can read that review here.

That's all I have for today. Friday begins my 12 days of Christmas contest. I'll be giving away a book a day during the contest. Friday also marks my release of Naughty St. Nick from Aspen Mountain. Don't forget to stop back.

Still out of commission

Hope to return soon