After the little one's go to bed!
Being that it is the time of giving, I have filled a goodie basket with all sorts of things to not only bring in the wonderful holiday of Christmas...but to add some yummy to your evenings after you enjoy reading, On a Cold Winter's Night.
In the basket is:
3 Nail Polish
3 Lip Gloss
A Sexy Santa Hat
Black Sexy Leggings(One size fits all)
A Scented Candle
A Small Tote Bag
A Snowman Note pad and Pen
Four Holiday Pencils
A Santa Globe
2 Christmas Trees: One made of Popcorn the other from candy canes.
A Garland of 10 Christmas Tree Card Hangers
And a sipper bracelet with a cross hanging on it.
Plus I cannot forget the North-Pole Mail Box..LOL
A signed copy of my contemporary romance: Uncertain Meanings
Look for the contest two weeks before Christmas...and there may be a few questions, like where was the second place that Nathan and Brendal made whoopee, in???: On a Cold Winter's Night. ; )
Catching a boyfriend cheating around the holidays isn’t always a bad thing, not when it lands you in the arms of a strong, handsome mountain man who has just saved your life. Not to mention, after many long winter’s nights of being trapped by a blizzard in a cabin… Nathan and Brendal’s conversations soon turn into the most erotic sexual experiences that she could have ever imagined, in her physical state.
The two new found lovers find themselves celebrating Christmas alone, due to the massive blizzard that had closed all roads of the mountain pass. Nathan’s medical background was the key to keeping Brendal’s broken leg on the mend… and to helping her maneuver into ways that allowed their lust to be sated. Which will be the first to go from heated lust to love?
“Nathan, you have to stop,” I swallowed so hard it hurt.
His hands came up around the back of my neck, and he turned my head, meeting my lips with his. “Do I have too?” His breath was like molten lava and I wanted to be in its flaming embrace. I reached up and grabbed a handful of hair, and pressed that burning desire into my lips. Nathan never broke away, as he stood and stepped in behind me, clothes and all. He reached under the water and pulled me around by my legs, resting them over the edge. I could feel his need beneath me and all I wanted was the material to magically vanish.
“I want you Nathan Parker,” I said planting my lips all over his face and neck as he found my tender breast under the wet tank top I wore.
My top was off and on the floor mere seconds after the words had left my mouth. My back was in a full arch as Nathan worked my left breast with his mouth, his tongue rolling and his teeth scrapping ever so delicately over my nipple, causing pure pleasure to escape in the sound of a soft moan. My hands scrambled to reach for the ripples on his stomach, and to bury my fingers in the dark black curls on his chest.
“We can’t do this in here,” he whispered going from one of my breasts to the other. “We’ll end up hurting you.”
I squeezed the washcloth out and cleaned the small cut on his forehead, relishing the feel of his hands on the crease of my hips. I purposely rolled my groin into his as I licked across his lips. He responded by raising his hips up to press into me. “Turn around and let me wash your hair so we can continue this by the fire.” When he lifted my legs and set them back in between his, he ran his hand under and back up my inner thigh, coming dangerously close to my most vulnerable of areas. My toes were curling in on themselves.
No one had ever washed my hair before, not like this. It was wonderful. Nathan got out first then he lifted me, sitting me back down on the edge of the bathtub while he pulled his shirt over his head and grabbed two towels. I was already half nude with boxers that were hanging off, so I just lifted myself with one hand and let them fall to my feet. I draped the towel over my front and watched as Nathan unzipped his pants. “Should I leave the room?”
“I wish you wouldn’t.”
“I don’t want to disrespect you, Brendal. Not in any way.”
“Then don’t leave me sitting here nude all by myself.” I knew he had seen my ‘little girl’ when the boxers fell to the floor, because I was watching his gaze.
My bottom lip was raw from chewing on it the many times I stared at him just doing small things like picking up my tea glass, but now I was tasting blood. Everything broke down in slow motion as his wet jeans went over his hips. The way his muscles moved was like a cobra being charmed by a man with a flute. I almost fainted when he slid the jeans down over his glory. It wasn’t the size, though he was well endowed, it was just the sheer shock of seeing what I had felt pressing on me in the tub, and my wanting him had my own glory heating to the point of over boiling.
Another amazing mini novella release, same day by my dear friend: Savannah Rayne!
Garland & Lights
Winter Calloway was planning a very special gift for her man for Christmas. She wanted to give him something he deserved…something he would never, ever forget. With the preparations made and the perfect details laid out, she puts into motion a memorable surprise that would, at least for her, end very merry and bright. Sometimes revenge really is the sweetest gift of all.
My other work which is dark fantasy if you enjoy one hell of a vampire ride....though you will not find the word Vampire in my series. ; )
Bloodbreeders: Living in Darkness Book One
Bloodbreeders: The Revenge Book Two
Arrival of the Prophecy
Uncertain Meanings: On ebook and in print...
All cover art work done by:
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