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Good mornin’

I do love  a sight like this.

Two men in a hot embrace on the beach. It truly is an inspiring pic.

I’m looking forward to the year ahead with new books to write and new challenges that present themselves.

Stay tuned to find out what I’m working on next!

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Hey there!

Tomorrow is my birthday. Woot.

I’ll be turning 41 and I’m inviting everyone to come share in the fun.

On the Literary Triad page, I’m inviting all authors to come by and share their excerpts, blurbs, and covers.

Also, both my self pubbed books will be free at All Romance starting tonight and running through Friday 12/28!

It’s my way of saying thanks to everyone for the support.

I’ll also being doing a giveaway or two on my page after 2pm CST.

So I hope you join me in celebrating and thanks as always for supporting me and the muses!

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Have a Merry Xmas everyone!

Hope you were a good girl or boy this year!

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Happy Saturday!

Once again, I have a good friend and fellow author on the blog with her book from the Reindeer Games series!

I read this one when we were passing stories around! Quite entertaining.

Avril really know how to write the angst and drama along with hot sex and romance.

Here’s Avril Ashton!

DASHER BLURB

Exotic dancer Monroe Calliste recognizes the reindeer shifter eyeing her with open curiosity as she performs on stage. She remembers too well the one night they allowed themselves free reign over each other’s bodies. But he doesn’t recall their tryst, or maybe pretends not to. Either way, Monroe sets out to give him a refresher course.

Dasher Petrovic has no memory of the coffee-colored temptress insisting they shared more than their bodies at one time. Monroe’s eyes reflect a mutual burn, but she can’t be right. If he’d spent even a second in her bed, he’d know. His ice melts under Monroe’s fire, but the question remains, what happened to his memory?

 

Buy Link: http://bit.ly/QW0l4j (Secret Cravings)

 

EXCERPT #1 PG-13

Monroe felt his gaze way before she ever saw him. That hot, heavy stare lifted the hairs on her nape as she gyrated with her back to the crowd. The cheers and shouted crude words didn’t faze her. It’d been a long time since anything fazed her, but as she tore open the man’s dress shirt she wore and bent over to grab her ankles, she recalled clearly the last thing that had shaken her to her core.

Roe, you’re a stripper. You’re always shaking something.

Not always. She silenced her inner monologue. Besides, it wasn’t her ass and still perky tits on her mind. No. Years back, in this very club with another naked woman on stage and unruly, lust-fogged men in the crowd, she’d felt the same gaze on her skin.

Money landed at her feet, and she walked away with her back to the crowd and stood with her feet apart.

“Take it all off.”

“Move that thong to the side.”

She would take it off, but never all and only on her own time. The vultures in the crowd didn’t seem to get it. She wasn’t there for their pleasure—only hers. The power she had when she danced, when she teased and seduced, was second to none. She threw her head back, letting her hair fall until the ends brushed the swell of her ass. She rolled her hips with her eyes closed, the loud thumpa thump of the music swelling and flowing though her veins. The shirt fell off her body, and she cupped her tits, naked except for the twin flesh-colored pasties hiding her nipples.

Her body vibrated, the buzz akin to sex, heady and intoxicating. She thumbed her nipples, and the answering pulse between her legs dampened the barely-there crotch of her thong. Oh yeah; like nothing else. Still, to masturbate on stage wasn’t her goal. Never. That was private.

She bent her knees and sank to the stage floor, quickly arching into a back bend with her palms on the flat surface as leverage. Holding that position, she crawled to the edge of the stage, stopping only when her head hung over the side. Fingers grabbed her hair and dug into her scalp. It hurt, but she didn’t allow it to show. Instead, she rolled over onto her stomach, rose to her knees, and palmed her breasts as she worked her hips.

This thing she did was a fine line to walk, teasing men, promising them something more with her actions, then leaving them wanting. She always left them wanting. He had left her wanting.

 

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Outside in the main area, she pulled the fedora low on her head, covering as much of her face as she could as she looked around for him. He was tall, way taller than her, but no matter how much she strained her neck she couldn’t find him. He’d left or maybe gone back into hiding.

Fuck.

Maybe the bartender, Ioan, remembered something about him. She pushed through the thick crowd and over to the bar. There he sat, beer still in hand, hunched over.

She allowed herself a quick drool over the way the white shirt he wore pulled tight over the muscles in his back, putting them on display. At one time, way back when, she’d had her legs around his neck, her fingers digging into all that muscle as he worked her over.

Hmm. Damn.

She was all wet, and he hadn’t even touched her, not that he would. She sidled up to the bar and hopped on to the stool next to him. Frustrated heat poured off him, intoxicating enough to make her forget place and time.

“Long time no see, shifter.”

His entire body froze.

Monroe smirked and turned her head as Ioan approached with her drink, a Grand Marnier, a splash of lemon juice, and three ice cubes.

To his credit, the shifter waited until Ioan moved away before he looked up at her. There again was the confusion, but he blinked, and it disappeared. Different expressions cycled quickly through his eyes; lust, need, confusion, until he settled on cold distrust. Oh, that one hurt.

“Do I know you?” A blank question before he raised the beer to his lips.

“Yes, you do.”

The blond hair he’d sported back then was shaved off until only a shadow remained on his scalp. His eyebrows and lashes gave him away. Lashes she’d been jealous of, they were so long and curly. His cheekbones were more prominent, the bump on his nose wasn’t there the last time, neither was the scruffy beard. Her shifter had gone through some changes.

“You do know me, shifter,” she said. “But more importantly, I know you.” She leaned forward and spoke into his ear. “The pretense doesn’t become you, reindeer.”

Except for the tightening of his knuckles around the beer bottle, he showed no outward signs of acknowledging her words. Monroe fisted her hands.

“Dasher Petrovic. Your name,” she whispered.

His body started shaking.

“Reindeer shifter.”

The shaking grew worse, and he’d closed his eyes.

“I’ve got more. I know more about you than I think you even know.”

“How?” The word rumbled in his throat. “How?”

Was he for real? Monroe frowned. “Two years ago you spent a weekend in my bed, Dash. I know everything because you told me.”

The beer slipped from his hands and spilled onto the bar top as his eyes stabbed into her. “No.”

Denial. Really? She lifted her head. “This isn’t the place for this conversation. Come with me.”

“Fuck that.” He shook his head. “Not happening.”

She smiled. “You and I both know you will.”

AUTHOR BIO/LINKS

l always wanted to have a sexy bio, one to reflect who I am, but after drawing a blank, l could only come up with: I eat cake and I read books…ooh, and I write ‘em too. No one liked it and after massive peer-pressure and pouting, I managed something more…suitable?

A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a tolerant Spousal Equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms.

Visit: http://www.avrilashton.webs.com

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Friend Avril on: http://www.facebook.com/writeravrilashton

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Good morning!

My next guest is another great author and friend from WSW.

Lucy Felthouse is here to promo her offering from Reindeer Games!

A Most Unexpected Romance by Lucy Felthouse

The character in my Reindeer Games book, Cassius Cupid, has given up on love. He’s a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer for one night. But it’s that single night that’s giving him all the trouble. He loves his job as a reindeer and knows how lucky he is to do such an important job, but it makes having a girlfriend virtually impossible. After all, how many women would be okay with their man not being around at Christmas and not being able to explain why? And if Cassius told the truth, he’d probably end up in a mental institution.

Of course, the other reindeer shifters would understand his dilemma, but he’s never been attracted to any of the girls. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know any other shifters, either. So human women are pretty much his only option, and he has a hard time meeting them, let alone getting into a relationship with one. So when Carina comes into Cassius’ life and he realises he fancies her, he’s delighted. He has no idea if she likes him or not, but it’s the first step towards romance, and with a little help from a very special friend, it could just turn into a happily ever after for the long-time singleton.

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As a postman by day, and one of Santa’s reindeer on a single very special night, Cassius Cupid eats, sleeps, and breathes deliveries. He doesn’t mind, but sometimes wishes that someone would send him something more exciting than bills and junk mail.

One cold January morning, Cassius gets his wish. A young woman arrives with a parcel. Turns out it’s for his housemate – but Cassius doesn’t care. All he’s interested in is Carina – the beautiful female courier.

Has Cupid finally met his match?

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/cupid/

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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story – so she did. It went down a storm and she’s never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, Decadent Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing, House of Erotica, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Secret Cravings Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour, Seducing the Myth, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Good morning! I’m happy to have friend and fellow author Drea Layne on the blog today to promo her offering in the Reindeer Games series! Let’s see what she has to say!

First I want to thank my wickedly sexy writer mate, Rawiya, for having me on her blog today!

 

Today I am visiting to share with you all my new Christmas book, Rudolf & Dancer, which is part of the Reindeer Games anthology between the Wickedly Sexy Writers. It was a complete pleasure working with these ladies on these stories and I couldn’t be more excited too show you my little piece of this great set of stories!

 

My story is the love affair (or should I say lack there of) between Paul Rudolf and Donna Dancer two of the reindeer on Santas sleigh.

 

During my research I did a little digging into the myth that is Santa and his reindeer and came across some pretty interesting things.

 

ñ  The modern figure was derived from the Dutchfigure of Sinterklaas,which, in turn, was part of its basis in hagiographicaltales concerning the historical figure of Christian bishopand gift giver Saint Nicholas. {wiki}

ñ  Numerous parallels have been drawn between Santa Claus and the figure of Odin, a major god amongst the Germanic peoplesprior to their Christianization. {wiki}

ñ  The tradition of Santa Claus entering dwellings through the chimney is shared by many European seasonal gift-givers. In pre-Christian Norse tradition, Odin would often enter through chimneys and fireholes on the solstice.

 

Now that our histroy lesson is done for the day lol. I personally was a early Santa non-believer. Even now I only make one present from the big man to my kids and the rest are from us. I mean really…who gives the fat man the right to claim all the goodies?

 

Make sure you check out my story, Rudolf & Dancer, coming December 17, 2012 from Secret Cravings Publishing.

 

Blurb:

After years away from home, her brother’s freak accident brings Donna Dancer home to the man who broke her heart. Time hasn’t diminished the lust and love, and emotions can’t be denied. Donna is sick of playing reindeer games with her mate, Paul Rudolf, but there are only so many rejections a girl can take.

It takes a dedicated man to lead the group of reindeer shifters responsible for bringing joy to millions of children, and Paul takes his job very seriously. Women were nothing more than a distraction he doesn’t need, but he now finds himself feeling lonely and hating the job he’s loved for so long. Rejecting Donna was the one decision he regrets more and more with each passing day.

Will this Christmas be as lonely as the rest? Or will Paul and Donna finally find holiday bliss in each others arms.

Excerpt:

“You’ve been gone an awfully long time, sweet pea. We honestly didn’t know if you would say yes.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I just…”

“I know, honey. Just don’t go away that long ever again. Okay?”

“I promise.”

Donna looked around, searching from one face to another, trying to keep her gaze casual as she scanned the crowd for the only other man she desperately wanted to see.

One face blurred into another as she took the crowd in at a slow pace. After a few minutes of searching, she almost gave up. Then, she locked gazes with the one man who held her heart. The world shifted, causing her to stand uneasy on her feet. An overwhelming need to shift and run took over her body as she dropped her gaze from his eyes and handed her bag to her mother, giving her an ‘I need to get away’ look.

Without another word, she turned her back to the crowd and sprinted toward the woods behind the house. Her deer half wanted to run as much as her human half did, and just like every other time she was in her mate’s presence, she lost complete control and could only give in to what her body and soul needed.

Ditching her dress on a limb just outside the tree line, Donna let the change come over her swiftly. Muscles burned and bones reshaped as Donna went from human to deer. When the transformation was complete and she was standing at the forest’s edge, Donna opened her eyes and took in the cabin and people as they milled around. Kids played with each other at the waters edge while parents watched closely from where they visited, not far away.

Once upon a time, she envisioned herself doing that very thing with children of her very own. Without a mate, that future was impossible and it tore her up inside, knowing she wouldn’t ever have that happiness.

With one last look at the party, she turned and sprinted through the forest. She didn’t know where she was going but anywhere was better than here right now. The pain in her heart was almost too much to bear. But in the end, she loved Paul with her entire being, and if he’d have her, she would gladly forget all the heartbreak and spend forever in his arms.

 

Buy links:

http://drealayne.com/bookshelf/holiday/rudolf-dancer/


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