Discover A Taste of Rome

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A Taste of Rome by Lucy Felthouse

Blurb:

Book three of the World of Sin series.

Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst have travelled to London and Paris on their “gap year” adventure, before starting university. Now it’s on to Rome.

The American girls they met in Paris are along for the ride, providing lots of sexy fun for the boys. But as no one in the foursome is looking for commitment, there’s still plenty of scope for hooking up with the locals. Voyeurism, cougars, risky outdoor sex and threesomes abound in the Italian leg of the boys’ European adventure.

Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-rome/

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Excerpt:

Ryan came to the conclusion that perhaps this journey wasn’t so horrendous after all. He’d been a little miffed that the American girls, Shanna and Taryn, had wanted to tag along from Paris to Rome with him and Kristian. He’d been keen not to end up with any chicks who wanted more than a one night stand, figuring that any romantic entanglements would screw up their footloose and fancy-free gap year trip. Their last year of freedom, without commitment, before they went to University and had to grow up, buckle down.

In the here and now, however, Ryan decided that Shanna actually wasn’t that bad. It seemed she was determined to spice up the never-ending coach trip from Paris to Rome. Eight hundred and seventy miles, thirteen hours. They’d known when they’d booked it that it would be nigh on intolerable, but it was the cheapest way to travel. And having sat in the increasingly stuffy, tiny coach, Ryan could see why. It made cramped seats in coach class on a flight feel like first class.

Shanna had removed her jacket as the crap air-conditioning was utterly failing to cool down the cabin. It had been draped over her lap for a while before she slid it across so it covered part of his too. Ryan frowned, wondering why she thought it was a good idea to make him warmer. He was already melting in the heat. Then she slipped her hand beneath the jacket and moved it over his crotch. She squeezed his flaccid cock, making her intentions absolutely clear. He realized that if he continued to stare down at their laps it would be painfully obvious to anyone who glanced in their direction what they were up to. So he leaned over and kissed Shanna’s cheek, nuzzling her red hair out of the way to murmur into her ear.

“I’m going to try and act natural.” Then, remembering what had happened to him back in London when he’d ended up with cum-filled boxer shorts, he added, “Can you, uh, catch it in a tissue?”

Grinning, Shanna revealed the flimsy white material in her other hand. It appeared she’d already thought of that. Saucy wench—he liked her. She was a fun girl, gorgeous-looking and a great lay. Had things been different, he might have considered pursuing something long-term with her, but it wasn’t going to happen. He and Kristian had this one chance, this few months to live life to the fullest, do what they wanted, do who they wanted, go where they liked, and he wasn’t going to throw it away for a green-eyed, cute-accented chick. No way.

He wasn’t worried about upsetting her, though. He knew that she and her friend had a similar pact and outlook on their European travels. They too were hooking up, having a good time and moving on.

Ryan grinned out of the window. Life was good. A sexy girl was about to get his cock out on a coach and toss him off, and he was heading to the third destination on his gap year adventure. The Italian capital awaited and he couldn’t wait to see what it had in store.

Before he got there, though, he was going to have another orgasm on public transport. First the toilets on the Eurostar, now beneath a jacket on a coach. God, what was it with women and doing it in cramped, risky places? And Blanche—the French bird on the Eurostar—and Shanna weren’t the only ones he was thinking of. He was beginning to forget what it was like to have sex in a bed. Not that he was complaining—Christ, no. If a sexy woman propositioned him, who was he to refuse?

By now Shanna had undone his belt, button and fly and released his cock from his boxers. It had taken a while as she’d had to keep her movements slow, subtle, so no one realized what was happening. As a result of all the fumbling, his dick was rock hard by the time she got it out, and it sprung eagerly into her hand.

She leaned her head on his shoulder and he slipped his arm around her, pulling her close. Anyone who looked now would just see a couple of young people having a cuddle. Or possibly a hot redhead sleeping on the shoulder of a young man who could either be her boyfriend or a total stranger.

Carefully, she began to stroke him, getting into a rhythm that would drive him to climax without anyone knowing.

Ryan turned back to the window, giving the appearance of looking out at the darkening sky. Shanna’s grip tightened, her movements grew faster and he grew closer to coming. He dug his teeth into his bottom lip in an attempt to regain some kind of control. It didn’t help—his hormones raged and the familiar tingle at the base of his spine was a dead giveaway.

Looking as chilled out, as casual as possible, he turned to Shanna and whispered, “You’d better get that tissue ready—otherwise I’m going to make an awful mess.”

She gave a single nod of understanding and moved her other hand beneath the jacket, slowly, languidly. It probably looked as though she was just changing position, rather than anything naughtier. Ryan, however, was at the stage where he didn’t care. If anyone happened to look across, happened to confront them, he’d hold a hand up to keep them quiet until he finished.

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Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. 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

 

 

Book Spotlight~ Girls Rule, Boys Drool by Lucy Felthouse

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Girls Rule, Boys Drool by Lucy Felthouse

A lesbian mini-anthology

Available at Amazon UK / Amazon US / ARe

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Three lesbian erotic short stories from popular writer Lucy Felthouse.

Girls Rule, Boys Drool

Boyish dyke Toni is working at the local golf club, serving champagne to arrogant, privileged folk when she spots Clarissa. She’s one of the posh people, but she looks like she’d rather be somewhere else—anywhere else. Toni’s immediately smitten and wants to put a smile on the older woman’s beautiful face, so she decides to show Clarissa just why girls rule and boys drool.

Making An Impression

Joely’s holiday has consisted mainly of chilling out by the hotel pool, having the occasional swim and reading lots. That is, until a hot brunette arrives and suddenly, Joely has trouble concentrating on anything else. Her gaydar non-existent, Joely decides on an unusual course of action to find out whether the newcomer bats for the same side as her.

Fear as an Aphrodisiac

Girlfriends Nikki and Sonya are on holiday in Edinburgh, Scotland’s capital city. They’re having fun sightseeing, until a super-scary tourist attraction sends Nikki into meltdown. Once outside again, Nikki slowly starts to feel better—and, much to her surprise, horny. Quickly realising that the fear has acted as a potent aphrodisiac, she decides to take advantage of that fact, right there in the middle of the city.

Teaser Excerpt:

 

Finally, Nikki and Sonya found the turning off Edinburgh’s Royal Mile that they needed. They’d expected a road, but Mary King’s Close was nothing more than a narrow passageway that looked like it led to the next street along. Glancing at one another, it seemed both girls suspected they were in the wrong place—despite the name of the alleyway—but as they headed along the close, they came across more signage and discovered they were wrong. The signs proclaimed that they were indeed at The Real Mary King’s Close, and this time they exchanged a relieved look and moved inside the tourist attraction.

After paying their money, they were put into a group that was already waiting, and after a few minutes was called to attention by a member of staff. The young man, dressed in incredibly old-fashioned attire welcomed them to the attraction and gave some brief information about what they should expect from the tour, as well as some health and safety spiel.

Then they were ushered deeper into the building and down some stairs. Another peculiarly-dressed actor met them and gave his talk. The group soon learned that Mary King’s Close had been a town of sorts, a collection of streets and houses, named after the most prominent local—Mary King. It had functioned well, this part of Edinburgh—in its day. But it had also befallen hard times and tragedy, including the Black Death. It was rumoured that people affected had been bricked into their houses to prevent the disease spreading further. It had never been confirmed nor denied, but the very idea sent a shiver down Nikki’s spine.

As they advanced into the underground town—now covered over by modern Edinburgh—they learned more about the inhabitants, their lives and, in some cases, their deaths. By the time they were shown the shrine of a young girl, covered with offerings both old and new, Nikki was clinging onto Sonya’s arm so hard that the other girl gave her a nudge.

“Oi, you’re hurting me! What’s the matter with you?”

“Sorry,” Nikki replied. “I’m getting a little creeped out, that’s all.”

“A little? The way you’re squeezing my arm, I’m beginning to think you’ve seen a ghost or something.”

“I said I’m sorry. God. Don’t you think it’s spooky down here?”

A meaningful glance from the tour guide shut them up. Nikki dropped her hand to Sonya’s and held it. The group continued through the subterranean labyrinth, listening to more tales of the past, the things that had happened within the very place they stood, over four hundred years ago.

Some periods of total darkness with recounts of history later, and Nikki was a nervous wreck. She’d always had an overactive imagination, and although she’d never seen a ghost—despite Sonya’s words—she believed in them and was really succumbing to the eeriness of the ancient place. She had gotten to the stage where she fully expected to see the spectre of little Annie—having left the site of her shrine—peering around a corner, beckoning to her. Or the chilly finger of a plague victim trailing down the back of her neck. She grew so paralyzed with fear that she fell silent and didn’t take in a word of the rest of the excursion—simply holding onto Sonya’s hand as they walked through the rooms and tunnels.

When they eventually emerged into the outside world once more, Nikki heaved a sigh of relief. “Sonya, darling, take me for a drink, now. A stiff one. A double vodka and coke sounds perfect right now. Maybe even a triple.”

“Were you really that scared?” The other woman looked disbelieving.

“What do you mean, were? I still bloody am. I’m sure I’d have found it interesting if I wasn’t so busy being terrified. I’m surprised I didn’t wet myself.”

“Aww, babe.” Sonya pulled the other girl into her arms. “I didn’t realise you hated it that much. We could have left if I’d known.”

“No,” Nikki shook her head. “It’s okay, I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I just got to the stage where I blocked it all out. But I’d still really like a drink, if you don’t mind.”

Sonya gently pushed Nikki against the wall of the alleyway and hugged her once more. “Okay, we’ll go for a drink soon. Let me hold you for a few minutes, first.”

The other girl said nothing, just relaxed into her lover’s embrace and slowly, very slowly, felt the fear ebbing away. With not a small amount of horror, she realised that she was turned on. Her knickers were damp and sticking to her, and the heat emanating from between her legs was unmistakable. What the actual fuck? She kept quiet, instead nuzzling into Sonya’s neck and pressing a kiss to the delicate skin there.

“Ooh,” Sonya said, shuddering, “that was lovely. What was that for?”

“For being nice.” Nikki’s voice was muffled, and she kissed her girlfriend again.

“Hey,” Sonya said, grabbing Nikki’s hands and squeezing them, “you’d better stop that, otherwise I’m going to get turned on. And that’s the last thing you want right now. I’m trying to be understanding here, sweetheart.”

Nikki came to the conclusion that she didn’t mind if Sonya got turned on, not at all. In fact, some sexy fun might just take her mind off the creepy underground place they’d just visited. It was damn weird that being scared had turned her on, but the more she thought about it, the more she figured it kinda made sense. Nothing, in her opinion, was scarier than death, and the French word for orgasm translated to ‘the little death’—so it was widely accepted that sex and death were connected. Sex was about life, death was about, well, death. So, in an attempt to stop thinking about things that confused the hell out of her, she was going to embrace life, wholeheartedly. And if that meant experiencing the little death, then so be it.

“I don’t mind,” she whispered into Sonya’s ear.

“What do you mean, sweetie?” Sonya replied, grabbing her shoulders and moving her back so she could look at her face. “You don’t mind what?”

“I don’t mind you getting turned on.”

About the Author

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over eighty publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. 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

 

25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Nancy Corrigan and a Giveaway

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Welcome to another edition of my 25 Days of Holiday Fun. This time we have author Nancy Corrigan dropping by to heat things up. Don’t forget to enter Nancy’s contest after the excerpt portion.

If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? For my children to find loving partners when they grow up. I never want to see their hearts broken.

What is your favorite holiday candy? Cordial Cherries. I love the sugar rush one of those gives me.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? I can’t stand it. I must admit, the last time I tried it I was seven.

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? Saint Nicholas Day is on Dec. 6 every year. You leave your shoe outside your bedroom door for St. Nick to leave a small present (chocolate, a small toy, a lottery ticket). I’ve always loved this tradition. Unfortunately, I seem to forget about it until late Dec 5. Thankfully, the mini-mart is right down the street.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? Rafe from Unexpected Find.

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? I love anise cookies, but chocolate chip are good too. So are peanut butter ones and sugar cookies and…

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Unexpected Find by Nancy Corrigan

Ellora’s Cave

Paranormal Erotic Romance

Buy at: Amazon /Barnes & Noble

Royal Pride, Book 1

Since the murder of her best friend, Jazz is stuck in a safe but lonely way of life. She’s willing to sacrifice everything to keep her family safe from the shifter world. The sexy stranger who struts into her friend’s bar changes everything. From the first glance Jazz knows she’s sunk—their chemistry sizzles from across the room, it’ll be undeniable up close.

Rafe wants Jazz from the second he sets eyes on her. The depth of the need that swamps him every time he’s near her surprises him. It takes every last ounce of his self-control not to pounce on Jazz and make her his. Only her distrust of his shifter nature holds him back. He counts it as a win every time his beloved human gives in to their passion and takes him to her bed. But Rafe’s patience isn’t infinite and he’ll do whatever it takes, face any danger—past or present—to ensure that Jazz becomes his. Forever.

A Romantica® Paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Excerpt

The butterflies in Jazz’s belly took flight. The man was a romantic. “You know, I’m starting to enjoy the odd way you talk. It makes me feel as if I walked into a world where princesses wait to be swept away by their knight in shining armor.”

Rafe grinned, the sad look replaced by amusement. Releasing her hands, he slid his around her waist. “You would make a beautiful princess.”

“Would I?”

“One to be fought for.” He twirled a lock of her hair around a finger. “What about me? Would I fill the role of your knight in shining armor?”

She smiled, completely charmed by this man. She ran her hands over his chest, luxuriated in the layers of muscle under her palms. “I don’t know if any horse would be able to carry you for long. I see you more as a warrior, a conqueror.”

“One who demands the bonny ladies as his reward after a battle?” He swept her into his arms. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders. Lust heated his eyes as he mapped her face. “Oh yes, I like this fantasy and in it I get to choose you as my booty.” He bent his head closer so his golden eyes filled her vision. “I think I might keep you, Jasmine.”

Her breath hitched. “I think you have a wild imagination.”

“Or a hopeful one.” He eased back but watched her with that focused gaze she was starting to associate with him. “I want you.”

The lust-hazed glint to his eyes told her exactly what he wanted. For once in her life, she did too—but it couldn’t happen. She had responsibilities. Spontaneity and motherhood did not mesh. The little episode in Josh’s office proved that. She would’ve been mortified if Sara walked in while they were having sex. Everyone in town would’ve known within the hour. The other playgroup moms would find out, maybe shun her or at least look at her negatively. No. Any liaisons she had would have to be planned and kept hidden.

She licked her upper lip. “I haven’t had sex in a really long time, Rafe.” She dropped her gaze and stared at his chin. “What we did tonight wasn’t like me either. I’m not like that. Easy.”

He brushed his lips over her forehead. “I know.” He set her on her feet and took her hand. “Come, let’s get you home.”

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25 Days of Holiday Fun with Mark Love

A bea   Celebrating 25 Days of Holiday Fun with author Mark Love. If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? I would ask for time on the weekends to move at half the normal speed. That way I’d be able to enjoy more time with family and friends and do more writing. What is your favorite holiday candy? Mint Hershey’s kisses. It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?  I rarely drink it, but if I do, it’s got to have rum in it.  And there should be a cardiologist close by.  What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?We throw a party the weekend before Christmas with family and a few friends. All the food and cookies we serve are homemade, so that’s our gift to everyone. If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?  It would have to be Sara Ellis from the television series “White Collar”.  Hilarie Burton is the actress who portrays Sara and she is the embodiment of Jamie Richmond, the heroine of my mystery series. Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year?  Magic Pan cookies that are a mixture of graham crackers, chocolate, coconut and sweet condensed milk.  I’ve been known to hide these from others. 

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Devious by Mark Love

A Jamie Richmond Story

Sweet Cravings Publishing

Available at Publisher / Amazon

Jamie Richmond, reporter turned author, is doing research for her next book. Attempting to capture the realism of a police officer’s duties while on patrol, she manages to tag along for a shift with a state police trooper. A few traffic stops and a high speed chase later, Jamie’s ride takes an unexpected turn when she witnesses the trooper being shot.  Although it is not a fatal injury, Jamie becomes obsessed with unraveling the facts behind this violent act. While she is trying to sort out this puzzle, she becomes romantically involved with Malone, another trooper with a few mysteries of his own. Now Jamie’s attention is divided between a blooming romance and solving the crime which is haunting her. Jamie begins to question the events that took place and exactly who could be behind the shooting. It was a devious mind. But who?

 Teaser Excerpt:

The first time on the sofa was wild. There was no chance for foreplay. We both wanted it too much for that. Clothes were flung so far that I didn’t find my red bra until two days later.  It must have bounced off the wall and slid behind the planter. After the initial rush, Malone introduced me to the romantic aspects of each room in my apartment.  At one point after a warm bath together, I was on my stomach in bed and he proceeded to drive me crazy by slowly making patterns down my spine with one solitary fingertip.

Each time after the first started out slow and tender. A kiss here, fingers stroking there. Malone was toying with me, bringing me to the edge of excitement now, his lips following his finger.  My whole body felt alive, energized with the reactions to his touch.

He kissed his way up my body, taking his time. A nuzzle here, another tantalizing kiss there.  My skin was singing. My face was flushed, probably as red as my hair.  At about the time I could actually feel my body starting to recover, he zeroed in on my breasts.

Now I can’t say this is true for all women. I can only speak for me. Maybe it’s because of the infrequency of romantic interludes. Or maybe it’s my age. Or maybe the moon was rising.

My breasts are small. I hinted at that before. There are fourteen-year old girls out there with bigger breasts than mine. To clarify the situation, all my bras are padded and yes, the cup size is A. I don’t know if that’s good or bad, but it’s what I’ve got and I’d never consider surgery to pump them up.  All I know is that when Malone starting stroking and kissing my breasts, it’s like there was a direct connection down below. I was immediately wet with anticipation yet again.

“What am I going to do with you,” I whispered my voice little more than a feathery gasp.

“Whatever you would like, I’m open to suggestions.”

Where to find Mark Love online…

Blog / Facebook

 

25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Lisa Chalmers

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Welcome to another day of holiday fun with Lisa Chalmers

If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? 

I’d love a kindle fire, I don’t have an e-reader at all yet, I’ve been reading all my ebook’s on my laptop. Be nice to not have to lug the laptop into bed at night.

What is your favorite holiday candy?

Andes Chocolate Mint, my grandma always sent me those at Christmas and I love them, haven’t found them lately so Terry’s Chocolate ‘orange’ in mint is a close second.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?

I like the smell of it, but not a big fan of it as a drink. The ice cream version isn’t bad though.

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?

Having pizza and watching the old black and white Ebenzer Scrooge on Christmas Eve.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?

I’d go with Bones from Jeanine Frost’s books.

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year?

I love the shortbread cookies with maraschino cherries on top.

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If Tomorrow Never Comes by Lisa Chalmers

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Rebel Heart Ink

Buy Links:

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Josh Collins has the perfect life—a beautiful girlfriend and a baby on the way, until an accident takes his life and he’s suddenly forced to fight for everything and everyone he loves.

Alone and pregnant, Avery Rhodes is suddenly thrust into a painful new reality. Life without the man she loves is turbulent. Nothing feels the same any more without him and she finds herself facing the unimaginable.

With his newfound guide Gabriel, Josh is forced to learn what happens IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES .

Teaser Excerpt:

He’d decided to go with her to that very first doctor’s appointment, the one to confirm whether or not her suspicions were correct. It was uncomfortable being the only male in the doctor’s waiting room, being smiled at by every woman who walked in. He could still see the surprise on the nurse’s face when she walked out and found him there by himself for the first time. He’d tried to keep from squirming around anxiously in the chair every time he heard a door open and close in the distance. He wondered just how long it took to come back with test results anyway. They’d called and said they were in, so it didn’t take all that long to tell her yes or no, did it? He kept stretching his legs out ahead of him then bringing them back, not wanting to trip anyone as they were called for their appointment. He’d been there at least an hour waiting, jumping at every noise. He’d been sure the nurse was about to give him something for his nerves when he felt someone nudge his foot. He scooted his feet back, letting whoever it was pass by on their way to their appointment.

“Good quiz in Cosmo?” Avery’s voice came from behind the glossy pages.

He lifted his gaze in record time. “Who cares?” He tossed the magazine on the empty chair beside him.

She read the cover. “Rating your lover in twelve easy questions.”

“Avery?”

“What?” She’d been reaching for the magazine.

“I want to know.”

“I haven’t taken the quiz yet.” She giggled as he batted her hand away. “You’re absolutely crazy.”

He glanced around the almost deserted waiting room before he pulled her down to sit on his lap. “I want to know if we’re going to have a baby.” His arm wrapped around her waist, his fingers sliding beneath the back of her shirt, rubbing the soft skin at the small of her back. “I need to know.”

“You need to know, huh?”

His eyes locked on hers. “Come on, Aves. Am I going to be a daddy?”

She took one of his hands and moved it around, resting it on her abdomen. She bit her lip for a moment before breaking out into the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. “I think Daddy’s crazy, don’t you, baby?”

 

 

 

25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Karenna Colcroft

whateverhewants_msr_200Discover Holiday fun with author Karenna Colcroft

If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why?

I would ask Santa for an all-expenses-paid trip to Florida for hubby and me so we can have a nice couple’s vacation.

What is your favorite holiday candy?

Ribbon candy. When I was little, eating ribbon candy was one of the Christmas highlights.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?

I have a severe allergy to alcohol, so definitely without!

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?

The only annual Christmas tradition we have is that we each get to open one present on Christmas Eve, and then we do the rest Christmas morning.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?

Tobias Rogan from my Real Werewolves Don’t Eat Meat series.

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year?

I am horrid at baking, so I don’t make any holiday cookies. My mother used to make freezer cookies with chunks of dried fruit in them, and I always loved those, but I’ve never made them myself.

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Whatever He Wants

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Genre: Male/male contemporary

Tagline: Randall is the king of one-night stands, but when he meets Isaiah, the player might get played.

Blurb:
Grad student Randall has a reputation to uphold. He’s too busy to fall in love and is known among his friends as the king of one-night stands. He prefers it that way until he meets Isaiah at a party.
Against all Randall’s expectations, Isaiah turns out to be exactly what he’s looking for and for the first time Randall’s heart gets involved. He’ll do whatever Isaiah wants even if he fears Isaiah is just playing the player.

Buy Links: Publisher Amazon

Excerpt:
“What are you thinking?” Isaiah stood in front of him, the front of his boxer-briefs mere inches from Randall’s face.
“I want to suck you.” Randall blurted it out without intending to say it out loud. He was a much bigger fan of receiving oral than giving but he would suck Isaiah’s dick without hesitation if it was what Isaiah wanted.
“Not this time.” Isaiah toyed with the waistband of his briefs but didn’t push them down. “I suck, I fuck. You enjoy. Maybe some other time I’ll let you suck me off.” He paused. “Will there be some other time, baby? You aren’t the repeat partner type, are you?”
“I can be.” He wasn’t. He’d had a few regular fuck-buddies in the decade or so since he’d started having sex but they hadn’t lasted. He didn’t mind fucking the same person more than once except when they started seeing regular sex as some kind of commitment.
“We don’t have to figure it out right yet.” Isaiah stroked Randall’s hair. “Soft. I want to feel your hair against my chest while I fuck you. Think you can sit on my dick, baby? That’s how I want you but we can find another way if you can’t handle it.”
“I can.” The idea of looking down into those gorgeous eyes while they fucked sent hot chills through him. He would fucking drown in Isaiah’s eyes and he wouldn’t even care.
“Good.” Isaiah stroked himself through his briefs and Randall ached to touch him. To grab the interfering item of clothing and yank it out of the way.
But he kept his hands to himself, knowing without being told that if he pushed his luck he would leave the room unsatisfied and unfucked.
“Do you want me to take these off?” Isaiah asked in a teasing tone. “Do you want to see what you’re getting?”
“Yes.” Randall hissed out the word on a long breath. He was even more turned-on than he’d been before the blowjob and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait.

25 Days of Holiday Fun with Amanda Ward

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Join us as we talk holiday fun with Amanda Ward.

What is your favorite holiday candy? 

Candy in England are sweeties.  I am rather partial to Foxes Glacier fruits, and tins of chocolates. 

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? 

You know, I’ve never had it.  In the 1970s there was a drink called Advocaat, which was yellow and tasted a bit like custard.  Mix it with lime, lemonade and serve with several cocktail cherries.  It was called a Snowball.  I think that’s the English version of Egg Nog.  I know we have mulled wine, but I’m not keen.  I guess my favourite tipple at Chrimbo would be the classic sparkling wine like a dry cava.

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? 

Having a glass of sparkling wine whilst helping my mother in law in the kitchen on Christmas day.  Keeping the glass topped up, is the cooks helpers privilege.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? 

Of mine? Probably Joel Harper.  As for my favourite film star, it would have to be Richard Armitage who plays Thorin Oakenshield in the Hobbit.  Sigh!

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? 

Mincemeat pinwheels.  Spread a sheet of ready-made puff pastry with mincemeat (we soak ours in brandy).  Roll up and freeze for 20 minutes. Slice into thin pieces and place on a greased baking tray.  Bake for 10 mins in a medium oven 200C.  While warm, separate from the tray and sprinkle over icing (powdered) sugar.  I mix mine with cinnamon and mixed spice for that extra zing.  Delicious.  However, I do have a major indulgence for the humble homemade mince pie.  Especially my mothers and mother in laws.  They are both great.

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The Mis-Adventures of Pann Haggerty by Amanda Ward

Sweet Romance

Sweet Cravings Publishing

Buy at: Publisher / Amazon

It’s true, picking up a teenagers’ underpants for the umpteenth time can lead to a mid-life crisis. Widow Pann Haggerty, an Englishwoman of a ‘certain age’ decides to leave her life in England behind for a trip around America in an RV in search of new experiences maybe even love.

Filled with a notebook full of ideas from the movies and television shows, Pann is addicted to, she arrives in New York determined to walk barefoot in the park and eat an English breakfast at Tiffany’s.

Disaster awaits for Pann in every state she visits, but with her on this journey is her knight in shining armor ‘average’ Joe Harper.  Her protector and guide in this new and exciting country.   He is there to save his country from this quirky, impulsive, yet loveable woman, who is hell bent on taking the States by storm, and perhaps even his heart!

Excerpt:

“What do you think you are doing, crazy lady?” Joe said slowly.

“Well, duh,” Pann mocked him. “What does it look like? I’m having a tea party. Where better to have one…than here?” She announced taking a bow. Cutting a piece of sunken, lopsided cake, Pann put it on a napkin and handed it to Joe.

“I knew you were up to something,” Joe muttered taking a bite of the cake. It tasted much better than it looked.

“You can’t have a tea party without cake,” Pann said stubbornly.

Joe took a deep breath. “Wrong revolution, darlin’. That was the French one,” he informed her.

“And the tea party?” asked Pann, totally confused by all the history being thrown at her.

“To do with taxing of tea. Crates of it were thrown overboard and into the river.”

“That’s terrible. What an absolute waste of perfectly good tea.” Pann sniffed in disgust. She sat down with her own cup and munched on her cake.

Joe couldn’t resist taking a photograph of her.

“Say Tea Party!” he teased. Pann stuck her tongue out at him. Joe continued taking photographs anyway. She pulled up her jeans at one point, exposing red socks.

“Pann what are you wearing?”

“Red socks. You said Boston was the home of the Red Socks. So I am wearing them because I’m in Boston.”

“Pann, you crazy English lady. When I said Boston was home to the red socks, I meant the Red Sox. A baseball team,” Joe said slowly and carefully so she would understand.

“Baseball,” Pann thought for a moment. “Is that like rounders?”

“You have to be kidding me! You’ve never heard of baseball?” Joe’s voice was incredulous.

“Of course I have. You hit a ball with a round stick. Then run around the field and touch bases. That’s rounders.” The tone of her voice dared him to argue the toss.

“What about football?” Joe decided to open the can all the way.

“Rugby,” Pann countered.

“Soccer?”

“Football.” Pann was evidently enjoying her banter with him.

He sat down on the steps and put his head in his hands.

“Save me from this crazy English woman,” he pleaded to no one in particular

“Sorry, pal. You’re on your own,” replied a passer-by

25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Dawn Flemington

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If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? A Basset Hound because I really want a puppy and a Basset Hound is kind like a laid back authors dog. If not a puppy, then a new laptop because my old one isn’t working right anymore – and what’s a writer without a working laptop?

What is your favorite holiday candy? It’s not the holidays in my home until I purchase a ton of boxes of Chocolate covered cherries. It was a special holiday treat when I grew up.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff? I freakin love it – I prefer it with Captain Morgan, but I will take the Egg Nog coffee creamer, the Egg Nog ice cream and the McDonalds Egg Nog shake. Sprinkle it with cinnamon and I’m good to go.

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? Every Christmas Eve, the first one to wake up and shout ‘Christmas Eve Present!” gets to open one of their gifts that day.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be? Carol from The Walking Dead. She does something for me!

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? My mother used to make a no bake peanut butter fudge. She passed away at a young age in 1989 and took all her recipes to the grave. I’ve tried to recreate it, but to no avail. Every Christmas I think of that fudge and I would KILL to taste that childhood favorite again.

 A small town explodes when secret gay lovers must unite for a church event

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Hometown Secrets

Genre = M/M contemporary romance

Publisher = Loose Id Publishing

Available at Publisher

An old secret. A new secret. A surprising secret. A dirty secret.

Coming to terms with his sexuality, Pete Stubbs has found his ‘Mr. Wonderful’ and wants to celebrate his happiness by coming out. Yet admitting he is gay to his family is taking a bit more courage than he originally thought, especially when his mother stuns him with her unexpected homophobic hatred. He starts to wonder if his coming out will be more selfish than freeing.

Out and proud Asher Gilford is tired of always being the ‘throw away boy’ in past hush-hush liaisons. He feels he deserves to be loved by a man who is not ashamed to be with him. Though his current lover reassures him ‘a little more time is needed’ before they can go public, Asher is beginning to fear he is becoming someone’s ‘dirty little secret’ and vows it will not happen to him again.

When a church sponsors Pete and Asher for a charity event, it becomes the catalyst for a series of startling secrets to explode within the community. In his silent confusion, Pete watches life crumble and realizes that by remaining in the closet, he could lose his nephew, his best friend and most important, Asher.

Teaser Excerpt:

Pete’s thoughts drifted, and he became uncomfortably warm. Yes, it was an honor to represent the church in the cowboy games, but to do it with Asher Gilford? Did he really want to chance an association between them, no matter how benign? The two of them together in public could draw too many questions he did not want to think about, let alone answer.

Brother Billy thumped Pete’s back, “We are pleased both young men agreed.”

“Peter hasn’t signed the contract yet.” His mother sipped at her coffee. “And I doubt he’s going to now. Too much of his valuable time will be spent in training a novice, and as for Mr. Gilford? My son has a reputation to think about.”

“Sister Stubbs.” Brother Billy frowned, his manner noticeably more formal in tone and gesture. “The events require teamwork, and all the participants who enter the games take the time to train together, regardless if they grew up with the skills or not. And as far as Asher is concerned, he’s a virtuous congregational member of good moral standing.”

“And you can’t get any more of a straight moral compass than Pete and Asher.” Agnes leaned back in her chair. “Oh, they’ll make a wonderful pair, those two.”

Pete winced, wishing Sister Agnes had kept her opinion to herself.

“Agnes Klotz! Don’t you understand?” his mother shot through pursed lips. “Asher Gilford is an outright, unrepentant homosexual.”

“Judge not lest ye be judged, Sister Stubbs.” The quiet comment flowed from Brother Billy’s lips.

At Brother Billy’s words, his mother simmered down and regained her composure. “I’m not judging here. I’m full of love and compassion and concern for the church.”

“Hey, you.” Lucy nudged Pete with her elbow. “You’re being awful quiet about this. How do you feel?”

Chirp-chirp-chirp.

Pete jumped and sought out the cell phone in his pocket.

Brother Billy rose from his chair. “Yes, what do you have to say? Are we still in agreement that you’ll represent the church for the cowboy games, even with Asher Gilford?”

Pete hesitated. He loathed being in positions like this. Yes, he wanted to be a part of the team. Yes, he waffled at the thought of being with Asher in public. Yes, it bothered him that his mother was expecting him to do what she believed was right. But what was right for Peter Stubbs?

 

25 Days of Holiday Fun with Jeremy Elwell

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Celebrating 25 days of holiday fun with author Jeremy Elwell

If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why? I would have to say that I would ask Santa for a nice piece of land in the country or in the mountains. While I am at it, I might as well ask Santa to plop a log cabin on the land as well.

What is your favorite holiday candy? Reese’s! If that does not count as holiday candy then I suppose peanut butter Fudge will suffice.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?  I have never had eggnog, but I would try it. I would also assume it would be better spiced up with rum.

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year? I do not think I really have any holiday traditions. We do a family dinner and open presents after Christmas dinner. If I could make a living outside of retail, I think I would start a holiday tradition of snowboarding every Christmas. At the very least, I would like a family gathering to my mountain cabin. My imaginary mountain cabin that is.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?  Hmm…there are so many ;)

I took awhile to come up with the answer to this question. I went through hotties like Chris Hemsworth and Henry Cavill. I thought long and hard about the likes of Bon Jovi and Keith urban, but finally…if I could kiss any celebrity under the mistletoe…it would have to be Daniel Craig. (Tom Hardy was a very, very close second!)

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year? I am all about the peanut butter! I most definitely would be baking peanut butter cookies!

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Away by Jeremy Elwell

Genre: LGBT Adventure

Heat: 3
Publisher: Eternal Press
Available at Amazon / Publisher

When work and life in the city become too much to bear any longer, Jeremy decides it is time to escape to the forest. After convincing his partner to join in, the two self-proclaimed city boys are sucked into a world of survival of the fittest in some of the most remote wilderness in America. Confronting nature is only half the battle as Jeremy recalls, from memories that are deeply repressed, an adventure he once took as a young teen.

Teaser Excerpt:

Running in the cool, morning, mountain air always made my lungs sting, but today they were on fire. I hadn’t run this fast in my life, and I knew I was going to have to run faster if I was going to get away. There was no way I was getting caught. Not by these bastards.

Who are they though?

Who knows where I am?

Why are they after me?

I cut a sharp right on the trail I was following, probably a moose trail; I knew where it was heading. The tips of my toes barely seemed of touch the ground as I flew along the narrow trail. I pushed myself to go faster. My chest heaved, my lungs burned, and the muscles in my lungs were beginning to ache. I knew it wasn’t too much further to the clearing. If I could get across that no one could follow me, and even if they could they wouldn’t find me. I knew that aft…

Something whizzes by my head. I could feel the air move more than I heard it.

What the hell was that?

Are they shooting at me?

Are they trying to kill me?

What did I do to them?

I didn’t hear the crack of a gunshot. Those echoed through the forest. Gunshots startled every animal in this forest, including me. The clearing was coming fast. I leaped over a fallen tree blocking the trail. My bare feet clearing it easily, landing almost silently on the other side. There was no way they could catch me here. I knew this forest too well. I was too fast. It’d take a deer or a wolf to keep up with me.

I start to elongate my breathes to give me a bit of extra oxygen in my lungs. I was gearing myself up to make an all out sprint across the clearing. I could picture it in my head. Only the size of about a foot ball field, covered in the softest, greenest grass I had seen in the entire forest. Wild flowers were in bloom the first time I stumbled out of the trees and gazed upon it. The entire stretch of grass seemed to wave lazy in the breeze that day. That was one of the best days of my life.

About the Author

Jeremy is an adventure enthusiast. He loves to be outdoors and enjoying the solitude of nature. Hiking, biking, running, kayaking, and swimming consume much of his time and more of his daydreams. He also has a passion for animals, large and small. He currently resides in Fort Worth, TX with his partner, Brian and their two dogs, Zoey and Zeus.

Find Jeremy on the web at his Website

25 Days of Holiday Fun~ Darlene Fredette

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Welcome to my ’25 Days of Holiday Fun’ with author Darlene Fredette

If you could ask Santa for one thing, what would it be and why?

I’m more of a giver than a receiver. I love seeing the smiles on my family’s faces when they open their presents, but if Santa wanted to bring me a new pair of comfy slippers and French Vanilla hot chocolate that would be nice.

What is your favorite holiday candy?

I love Raffaellos made by Ferrero, ‘pure pleasure without the chocolate’.

It’s the season of Egg Nog. Do you prefer it with rum, without alcohol or can’t stand the stuff?

I’ll take my Egg Nog with coconut rum or Kahlua, yum!

What is one of your holiday traditions to do each year?

Decorating the tree with my daughter and baking apple pies.

If you could kiss any character under the mistletoe, who would it be?

If you’re talking about television characters then it would have to be, Tom Mison (Ichabod Crane from Sleepy Hollow).

Holiday cookies are my favorite to bake each year. Do you have a favorite holiday cookie that you enjoy each year?

I enjoy all Christmas cookies!

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It’s going to take more than a few pieces of chocolate to fill this Scrooge’s heart with Christmas cheer. Luckily Candice Cane has a whole shop full.

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One Sweet Christmas by Darlene Fredette

Sweet Romance

Escape Publishing

Buy at: Publisher 

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Candice Cane is not proud of the way she acted after her last encounter with Jackson Frost. Sure revenge was fun, but it’s left Jackson standing, angry and looking for answers, on the welcome mat in her chocolate shop. Now he’s after some revenge of his own.

Jackson returned to his small hometown for one reason and one reason only…so he’s not sure how he’s ended up in a Santa suit in the middle of a chocolate shop, at the behest of its beautiful owner, instead of high-tailing it back to the city as fast as he can.

Excerpt

‘You can change…’ Candi stopped. Did he have no modesty? Jackson whisked his blue, long-sleeved shirt over his head and stepped from his dark trousers. He stood in front of her in only a black T-shirt and matching boxers.

Candi’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t look away. He was beautiful, even more than she remembered. The thin T-shirt stretched across the planes of his chest. His legs were long and muscled. If Jackson meant to embarrass her, his plan worked. Unable to tear her gaze away, she watched as he stepped into the red pants and slipped his arms into the coat. He strapped on the pillow-stuffed belly bag and fumbled with the buttons through the fake fur trim.

The pants were a bit short, but nothing the boots wouldn’t hide. The coat fit snug across his broad shoulders and the pants clung nicely to his butt. Candi sucked in a breath and passed him a wig and fluffy, white beard. Jackson rolled his eyes, donning the fake hair, and topped off the disguise with a floppy red hat.

‘How do I look?’

He would definitely win over the children, but a sinking feeling washed through her stomach when she envisioned the youngsters fighting their mothers to see who first sat on Santa’s lap. ‘Just like jolly old Saint Nick,’ she said. But much hotter!