Friday, December 21, 2012

Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week - Day 8

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Well, we've made it to the last day of the Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week. Today I'm happy to have Karen Y. Bynum with me to share a Christmas memory. Then, we'll wrap up the week with some goodies. :)


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Karen Y. Bynum:

Hi Melissa! Thank you so much for asking me to participate in your Christmas Cheer week.

I love Christmas! It’s such a magical time, especially Christmas Eve. As a child I’d get so excited about Christmas Day that going to sleep the night before was pretty much impossible. I’d lie in bed daydreaming about reindeer clomping on the roof of the house and wondering how Santa would get inside since we didn’t have a chimney. I still get really excited on Christmas Eve. There’s just something about the anticipation of Christmas Day, spending time with those we love and hoping for snow.

One of my fave Christmas memories was the first year my hubby and I moved into our house in Virginia. We picked out a tree together, listened to Christmas music and decorated the tree while our pup, named Rusty, tried to pull all the ornaments down. lol It was fun! We didn’t spend Christmas Day at our house though because we traveled back to North Carolina to see family. This year, however, will be the first Christmas we actually wake up in our own house. We don’t have a tree this year because we traveled a lot this month, but we do have the Christmas cards out, the small LED tree on the mantel and a holiday flavored air freshener making the entire house smell like frosted cranberries. teehee

So I’m totally ready to wake up Christmas Day in my own house, cook a delicious breakfast with the hubby, exchange gifts, go to the movie theatre to see The Hobbit, and then just relax. Oh, and the cooking breakfast part will probably be more like me watching the hubby cook while I drink coffee. *winks*

Merry Christmas, everyone, and have a Happy New Year!!


Blurb: Can you give one guy your heart and another your soul?

The last thing eighteen-year-old Breena Cross needs in her life is more complications. It’s all she can do to balance studying, working, trying to keep her foster-sister safe and drooling over the new guy at work. But things go from complicated to crazy when a fit of rage ignites the dark magic inside her and she finds herself fending off the supernatural underworld.

Myles, Breena’s drool-worthy coworker and vampire convict, is carrying a load of secrets--one of which is that he’s fang-over-lip in love with Breena and in danger of violating the terms of his sentence.

Orin is a soul-hungry assassin sent to kill Breena. However, he takes one look into her eyes and sees his own lost humanity. For once thinking of someone other than himself, he chooses not to end her life, even though it means risking his own.

Despite a convict and an assassin fighting over her, all Breena wants is custody of her sister. But to do this, she will need help from both Myles and Orin. And if Breena doesn’t learn to control the darkness within, she could lose her sister…forever.

Available at: Amazon


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Right, so all day at work, I thought about what I could offer as an end to the week. I thought about offering a few of my all time favorite books/authors, but then I thought.. meh. In the end, I'm going generic. I'm sure you all might have some books you're after, so what better way to get them than with gift certificates. Hey, can't go wrong there, right? So I have a $10.00 Gift Certificate to Evernight Publishing, $10.00 Amazon Gift Card, and (2) $5.00 Amazon Gift Cards. And that's it for me folks!

I hope you've enjoyed reading everyone's Christmas memories as much as I have. Thanks for all of your comments and follows. We all appreciate it so very much. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year ahead.

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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week - Day 6


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So here were are.. Day 6. :) Today I'm happy to have Jenna Jaxon and Kristine Cayne share their Christmas memories. Be sure to check the rafflecopter at the end to see what's prizes are up for grabs today. :) And check back tomorrow for Day 7.


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Jenna Jaxon: "My Best Christmas Present Ever"


One of my most precious Christmas memories was the birth of my daughter three days after Christmas. That Christmas the story of the nativity had a special meaning, even though we knew our child wasn't going to be born until January. I was confined to bed, so I had to send a co-worker out to get my presents for my husband. I did manage to wrap them, however. The only one I remember distinctly was a book called "A Wish for Wings that Work," about the little penguin Opus who finally gets to fly.

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Christmas morning my husband defied the doctor and took me to my parents while he went off to play piano at church. Then in the afternoon he took me back home and got his cousin out of the nursing home to spend Christmas with us. Three days later (a Wednesday) during a routine check-up the doctor decided I needed a C-section NOW! The umbilical cord had prolapsed (a very serious condition) so I had to go to the hospital immediately. My husband asked, "Can I go home and get her suitcase?' and the doctor shouted "No" and the next thing I knew I was being wheeled into the operating room. So our little bundle arrived two weeks early and just missed having a Christmas birthday.

Two days later we took pictures of her in her red plaid sleeper, in a baby bouncer underneath the Christmas tree, with a Santa hat on her head and sent them out as birth announcements. My best Christmas present ever. :)

Blurb: He has the woman of his dreams, but what price will he have to pay to win her heart?

Kidnapped and sold at auction in a London brothel, Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam squelches an undeniable attraction to the masked stranger who purchased her, pits her wits against him, and escapes him and the scandal that would ruin her life.

Unable to resist temptation in a London brothel, Duncan Ferrers, Marquess of Dalbury, purchases a fiery beauty. She claims she's a lady, but how can she be?

No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her. Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation. He knows how that is. One more scandal and he'll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who'll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family's name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared. He's betting their future he'll capture her heart, but does he have what it
takes to win the wager?

WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.

A Lyrical Press Historical Romance


Available at: Amazon


Blurb: Four short stories filled with romance at Christmas time.

The Present
A girl has to break the news to her sister’s boyfriend that he’s being dumped–on Christmas Eve– she finds herself a pawn for the boyfriend’s revenge.

Sing A Christmas Carol
A singing group’s decision to drop one member before the big carolling competition leads to an awkward situation.

The Kissing Tree
Two children discover a secret place on Christmas Day–with far-reaching effects.

‘Tis the Season
A Christmas dinner announcement shatters a young girl’s dream of a magical social season until a knight in shining armour proposes an alternate plan.

Like eating romance M&Ms.
 


Available at: Amazon



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 Kristine Cayne: "The Christmas That Almost Wasn't"

 

Melissa, thank you so much for inviting me to participate in your Christmas celebration. It’s an honor. 

For me, Christmas and the holiday season have always been about family. My mother is from a very large family, and each year, we would celebrate Christmas Eve with two of her sisters. All told, we’d usually be over twenty, and as people began to have children of their own, we grew to nearly forty. We’d alternate homes, and the party would usually last several days. I remember one year in particular when the party was at our house. There were mountains of presents, special meals and treats made only at Christmas, and of course, glorious decorations, including a pottery crèche scene my mother made and painted. My mother brought out all our best dishes for the Christmas Eve and Christmas Night dinners. We used the good china, the silver flatware, and the crystal glasses. One of my fondest memories is of playing endless games of monopoly and checkers with my favorite cousin. (See the photo. Weren’t we adorable?) It was a magical time.  


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Unfortunately, like all good things, those times came to an end. I now live far away, and it’s been over six years since I’ve spent the Christmas Holidays with my family. But this year, most of us are getting together to enjoy a week of fun with fourteen of us crammed into one house. I’m sure there will be some ups and downs, and some crankiness. Still, it won’t keep the happiness away because we almost had to call the celebration off. Last week, my mother fell and for a while, the doctors thought she’d broken her hip or her pelvis. After many x-rays and scans, they finally concluded that no bones were broken. She’s using a walker to get around until her muscles heal, but she’ll be able to take an airplane and join us. Thank heaven for stubborn and kick-ass old ladies! 

Merry Christmas to everyone and Happy New Year!



Blurb: A firefighter desperate to save his failing marriage earns the trust—and the sexual submission—of his controlling wife in the most pleasurable of ways.

After an explosive one-night stand results in pregnancy, Jamie Caldwell is thrilled to marry the perfect foil to his Dom side. But when his submissive wife starts cringing every time he gives a command, Jamie shackles his dark desires. A bout of rough, frenzied reunion sex makes him wonder if now he should free the Dom he’s kept in chains and teach Erica the joys of submission and sexual surrender.

Erica Caldwell secretly loved every sinful thing Jamie did to her on their first night together. However, terrified she’ll become a codependent doormat like her mother, she repeatedly rejects Jamie’s dominance, despite craving the kind of release only he can give her—the release that comes from yielding to Jamie’s every demand.

Hoping that the trust required by BDSM will help them rebuild their faith in each other, Jamie and Erica embark on a journey of sexual exploration. But is it too late to repair their crumbling marriage?



 Available at: Amazon

Under His Command is a brand new release for Kristine this week. Congratulations, Kristine! 

Blurb: When an Oscar-winning movie star meets a department-store photographer…

Movie star Nic Lamoureux appears to have a playboy’s perfect life. But it’s a part he plays, an act designed to conceal a dark secret he carries on his shoulders. His empty days and nights are a meaningless blur until he meets the woman who fulfills all his dreams. She and her son are the family he’s always wanted—if she can forgive a horrible mistake from his past.

A Hollywood dream…

Lauren James, a widowed single mother, earns barely enough money to support herself and her son. When she wins a photography contest and meets Nic, the man who stars in all her fantasies, her dreams, both professional and personal, are on the verge of becoming real. The attraction between Lauren and Nic is instant—and mutual. Their chemistry burns out of control during a photo shoot that could put Lauren on the fast track to a lucrative career.

Becomes a Hollywood nightmare

But an ill-advised kiss makes front-page news, and the lurid headlines threaten everything Nic and Lauren have hoped for. Before they know what’s happening, their relationship is further rocked by an obsessed and cunning stalker who’ll stop at nothing—not even murder—to have Nic to herself. When Nic falls for Lauren, the stalker zeroes in on her as the competition.

And the competition must be eliminated.
 


Available at: Amazon

  
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week - Day 5

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Here we are on Day 5 already! Today I have some great authors who stopped by. With me today is Daryl Devore, Norah Wilson, and Sandra Bunino. Be sure to check the rafflecopter at the end to see what goodies are up for grabs today. :)


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Daryl Devore: "My Christmas Memory"

 

To start this memory, a simple fact, I am an only child. My daughter was born in late August. In early September, my father left for Africa to oversee the building of a water treatment plant to give a city clean, safe drinking water. He'd held off leaving until my daughter was born. She was his first grandchild. There were a lot of tears at the airport, but we all knew it was his chance to "help". Time flies with a newborn and suddenly we were looking at Christmas and the horrible prospect of Dad/Grandpa not being there. We borrowed a friend's video camera and taped a couple hours of his granddaughter, eating, playing and sleeping. We shipped the cassette to the company and they flew it over with the next crew.
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My husband, daughter and I made the 8 hr drive to my parent's. When we arrived, the house wasn't decorated. Mom just didn't feel like it. Dad always did the outdoor lights and put the tree together. I set husband to the job of the outdoor lights and mom and I put up the tree. It was one of those old ones where you stick the pine branches into slots on the trunk. We got a case of the giggles and built it upside down. We blamed Dad. If he was going to be on the opposite side of the planet, the tree wouldn't be right. We propped up my daughter amongst the presents and took a picture.

On Christmas Day, we opened the presents, but left Dad's there. The phone rang. It was Dad, he was watching the video. You could hear the joy and sorrow in his voice. Tears were running down everyone's cheeks. I tickled my daughter and got her laughing, so he could hear her. It was then that we learned how important it is for family to be together on Christmas. However you have to make it happen.

My daughter is now 26. We've had 25 family Christmases, but we always remember the one that made us realized the importance of family. And yes – the tree has been right side up every year since.


Blurb: “Go save your Grandmother.” After learning her grandmother booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both.

Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle. Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.

With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.

Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothing leaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent but also the one she loves.

Available at: Amazon
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Norah Wilson: "Christmas Memories"

 

I come from a very large family, and Christmas was always a magical thing for me. With 11 children to feed and clothe, there wasn’t a lot of money left over for luxuries, a fact I was acutely conscious of. But my parents used to do such a great job at Christmas. I don’t know how they pulled it off. It really did feel like a miracle that all that stuff appeared beneath the tree. Not to mention all the Christmas candy and fruit and the huge turkey dinner.

I think one of my favorite memories was rushing downstairs on Christmas morning to find a beautiful doll beneath the tree. Actually, two of them. One for me and one for my next oldest sister. I think I was more thrilled with mine, possibly because I was younger. Its arms and legs were rigid, but the doll’s body was soft like a real baby. I considered it proof positive that Santa was real, since I couldn’t imagine our parents being able to afford anything so beautiful.
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I got another amazing gift one other year. It was an inflatable clown that was almost as tall as I was. I can still remember the strong rubbery smell like it was yesterday! It had sand or something weighting it at the bottom so that you could bop it and it would fall over, but spring straight back up again, like a giant Weeble. What fun! Of course, my older brothers thought it was lots of fun too. It didn’t last the morning. I was heartbroken. LOL. Fortunately, I had the other Christmas staples to preoccupy me, such as a new Slinky, Pick-Up Sticks, Barrel of Monkeys, and if we were lucky, an Etch A Sketch, some books and maybe a puzzle. I have very strong memories of some of those puzzles.

How about you, What’s your favorite childhood Christmas memory?


Blurb: Veterinarian Lauren Townsend has good reason for hiding her psychic ability. Not only did her “freakishness” earn her pariah status in the small town where she grew up, it cost her her faith in love. When Lauren foresees a murder — through the killer’s eyes — he traces the victim to a sprawling ranch, never guessing what waits for her…

Cal Taggart’s rugged ranch life doesn’t need any more complications. But then beautiful Lauren enters his corral…with danger close behind. They can’t deny their intense attraction, but what begins as a fling with no strings becomes a fight for survival — and for true love.

Previously published as Lauren’s Eyes.


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 Sandra Bunino: "Favorite Scents of the Holidays"

 

One of my favorite things about Christmas are the scents of the holiday....cool, crisp air, pine needles, cookies baking, burning logs from the fireplace...you get the picture.

But did you know aromatherapy has been used as an aphrodisiac for thousands of years? It’s true! Cleopatra even used a blend of rose, cinnamon and cardamom to make the moves on Mark Anthony.

So what does this have to do with Christmas? Plenty!

5 of the top aromatherapy scents believed to spice up the bedroom are scents of the holiday! Take a peek...
 

  • Basil: It doesn't just make pasta sauce tasty, basil is reportedly also one of the top aphrodisiac smells. So, be sure to sprinkle some basil in your Christmas pasta dish!
  • Lavender: Aromatherapists claim lavender's scent is calming and relaxing. And it supposedly triggers mens' sexual desires. Stick a few sprigs in your mistletoe to ensure an extra long smooch.
  • Cedarwood: This fragrance is supposed to raise lovemaking to a spiritual level. Dab a little behind your ears and it'll be totally appropriate when you shout, "Oh God!"
  • Rose: Associated with sexual healing, rose is a seductive smell. Not only are roses a festive centerpiece, they’ll spice up dessert too!

    And speaking of dessert, have a supply of these spices on hand for a not-so-silent night...

  • Ginger: The smell of ginger supposedly improves libido and heats things up in the bedroom.
  • Cinnamon: This spice isn't just a garnish for bland ol' oatmeal. It's also known to stimulate the (ahem) senses. In fact, in a study done on how guys react to smell, the scent that stimulated the most blood to flow to the manly bits was a cinnamon roll!  
My new series, The Satin Rose Experience, not only contains sexy BDSM-lite stories but each book also features a drink recipe. The drink in my new release, BROOKE’S WISH, is filled with aromatherapy sexiness...
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The Lavender Rose
1/4 cup hot water
1 teaspoon dried lavender blossoms (found at health food stores)
1/4 cup honey
6 tablespoons gin
2 tablespoons lemon juice

Mix hot water and dried lavender blossoms in bowl. Let steep 5 minutes.
Whisk in 1/4 cup honey and strain into another bowl.
Add 3 tablespoons of the honey syrup, gin, and lemon juice; strain into cocktail shaker with ice.
Shake well and strain into 2 chilled Martini glasses.


Blurb: A failed relationship and long hours at her flourishing practice have Dr. Brooke Allaire running on empty. When Brooke accepts a girlfriend’s gift of some holiday pampering at New York City’s posh Satin Rose Experience, she assumes she’s in for a weekend of facials and massages. Brooke soon realizes there’s more to SRE than meets the eye.

Ty Venice is a team player. He’s used to sharing submissives with fellow Dom Jackson Reid. However, if there was ever a game changer, Dr. Brooke Allaire was it. That is, until he gets a glimpse at her ultimate fantasy, to be possessed by two men at once.

The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s elite BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Fulfill your fantasy at SRE.

Available at: Amazon

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Monday, December 17, 2012

Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week - Day 4

If you are looking for the Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop, check out the Christmas Giveaways Galore post on the 14th. :)

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We're now on the 4th day of Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week. I'm happy to have Katherine Grey, Ranae Rose, and Sara Ellwood join me today to share their Christmas memories. Be sure to check the rafflecopter at the end of the post to see what goodies are up for grabs today. :)


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Katherine Grey: "My Best Gift Ever"

 

I received my best gift ever when I was two years old.  I had to check with my mom on this because I couldn’t remember when I’d received the gift, only that I still have it over 35 years later.

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My gift was a Christmas stocking.  It’s not just any Christmas stocking but my very first Christmas stocking.  My aunt bought it while on a trip to New York City.  It was made out of a soft red linen type material with white piping trim with a big white linen cuff with “Katie” written on it in fancy green script.  (Katie is what my family calls me.)  It used to have an appliqué of an angel made out of a white felt/gauzy material on the front of the stocking, but it came off years ago and was too fragile to be reattached.  Over the years, it’s held an assortment of small gifts, scratch off lottery tickets, lip balm, candies, nuts, and always an orange.

Every year my mother wants to replace it with a new stocking and every year I tell her that I want that one to be hung.  She’s made repairs to the seams and the cloth loop over the years, but considering its age, it’s in remarkably good shape.  I can’t imagine Christmas without seeing that stocking hanging by the fireplace.  I can’t explain how much this stocking means to me.  It just does.


Blurb: Mateo de Montayas, an impoverished Spanish count, comes to England to recover a stolen family heirloom and to satisfy his hunger for revenge against the man who destroyed his family. Arriving in London, he learns his hated enemy died three years before but has left behind a daughter. What better way to retrieve the heirloom and exact revenge than to use her to his advantage?

Teresa Darlington will do anything to keep scandal away from her frail mother and prove her father wasn't a thief, even risk her reputation in a race to find the missing heirloom before the Count does. But she didn't count on falling in love with the man determined to ruin her family. Can she find the heirloom before he does and protect her family, or will her heart lead her in a different direction?


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 Ranae Rose: "Favorite Christmas Memory"

One of my favorite Christmas memories is from when I was a child. It was the year my dad was honorably but unexpectedly discharged from the United States Marine Corps. For a few months after that, we lived with my great grandparents until he found a new job in the civilian world. Though it was a very long time ago, I still remember that Christmas well.

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I got a very cool pair of cowgirl boots that year, but that wasn’t what made it special – it was the fact that we spent it with my great grandparents, who were some of my favorite people in the world. They’ve since passed on, so I love thinking back to that Christmas. I can even still remember what ornaments were on the tree!

This holiday season, I’m busy with the December release of my latest novel, Battered Not Broken. It’s not a holiday romance, but its hero is a marine recently discharged from the USMC, so in that way, it reminds me a little of one of my own favorite Christmases.
 

 Blurb:
Ryan Moore forged his own path when he defied his wealthy family’s expectations by joining the United States Marine Corps as an enlisted man. After a period of service that’s cut short by an IED explosion, the lingering physical and mental effects of war result in an isolated struggle to exist in the civilian world. He throws himself into competitive MMA fighting – the one thing he’s still able to excel at, even if every match is a risk he can’t afford to take.

His first encounter with amateur female fighter Ally Rivera ignites a spark of desire he hasn’t felt since before a bomb left its marks on his life and his body, but his flirtation with her turns out to be anything but harmless. She’s struggling to hold together a family ravaged by violence – a feat that isn’t easy when her father has been imprisoned, leaving her vulnerable to relatives who run a local gang. Can two unrelenting fighters overcome challenges they couldn’t defeat alone, or do the wounds of war and crime run too deep for even love to heal?

Available atAmazon

***Battered Not Broken's official release is December 19th. Be sure to pick up a copy.***


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Sara Ellwood: "My Favorite Christmas Memory" 

Thank you, Melissa, for inviting me here today to share a memory, and to preview my upcoming release, Gambling On A Secret, with your  readers.

One of my favorite Christmas memories is also one of probably my most distressing as a child.  I was about four of five years old when this happened. 

My parents put our tree up on Christmas Eve. It was always a big deal for me to watch the tree go up, knowing Santa was on his way, but this particular year was really special because I helped decorate the tree with my mother’s antique balls. Usually we would have a real tree, but for whatever reason this year, we didn’t. My dad swiped an artificial tree from my grandparents’ attic and we put that up.

It wasn’t as pretty as our real trees (remember the bottlebrush trees of the 70’s?) but it wasn’t bad once all the lights and decorations were put on it. After the tree was done, I sat on the couch and just stared at it, proud that I got to help in the process of putting up the tree.

Then came bedtime. I finally went to sleep with the preverbal sugarplums dancing in my dreams. When morning came, I jumped out of bed and ran to the living room to stop dead in my tracks. No, it wasn’t all the presents that stopped me. It was the god-awful silver contraption pretending to be a Christmas tree in the spot where my beautiful tree had been!

I let out a howl, at least this what my parents tell me I did. All I remember is being so upset I refused to even open up my gifts.

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So, why for the switch-a-roo? Apparently, my dad accidentally took my aunt’s tree from the farmhouse attic, not one of Grandma’s old ones. My cousins had come to our house (they lived on the other side of the farm with my grandparents house in the middle) and demanded their tree back. Dad and Mom quickly took it down and the only tree in the attic was the old silver one. They decided to put it up in the place of the one I’d helped decorated because they felt I had to have a tree.

Trust me, I think I would have preferred not to have a tree compared to the wire and tin foil masquerading as a tree. To this day, I hate silver trees. I prefer artificial ones because of my allergies and the fact I put my trees (I do two of them) up the week after Thanksgiving and leave them up until the Epiphany, which is usually the weekend after New Year’s Day. But I’ll never put up a colored tree, especially a silver one.

So, do you have any memories from the Holidays that may not have been good then, but over the years the memory warped into a favorite one?

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Blurb: When Charli bets everything on a secret, will she find the deck stacked against her?

Former runaway-turned heiress Charli Monroe is hiding her sordid past and planning a future in Colton, Texas. Attending the local college for a degree in social work, she intends to raise cattle on her newly purchased ranch, which she plans to open as a home for troubled teens. Only a few glitches—the Victorian mansion is crumbling, the barn needs a roof, and her oilman neighbor wants more than friendship. When she meets Dylan Quinn, Charli is willing to take a chance on the town drunk to help her rebuild the rundown ranch.

Dylan has his demons, too. The former Special Forces commander can’t get past his ex-wife’s betrayal and the botched mission that left him with much more than a bad limp. Certain the greedy oilman next door to Charli wants much more than just her heart, Dylan’s even willing to stop drinking in order to protect her.

When things get dangerous and secrets of the past are revealed, is he only looking out for his new employer, or is she the new start he so desperately needs?

CONTENT WARNING: Details abuse of a minor, drug abuse, alcoholism, swearing, spicy sex, murder.

Available on January 7th at: Lyrical Press

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Interview with Nikki Prince

Today I'm happy to have author Nikki Prince with me as she celebrates her new release, On Angel's Wings.

***As a special treat, she's offering one lucky commenter a digital copy. Be sure to comment with your email address so you can be contacted. :) ***

So we'll jump right on in, can you tell the readers a bit about yourself?

I’m a mother of two children under 10. I’m an avid gamer. I love all types of music (yes, even country). I love to cook, read, and spend time on the computer.

Sounds similar to me. :) How did you get into writing? What motivates you to write?

I fell in love with books at the age of 12 and decided that I could write my own romance then.  I’m motivated to write because my muse demands it.

What is your least and most favorite part of the writing process?

My least favorite thing is to write the synopsis.  My most favorite thing is naming my characters.


I'm going to agree about the synopsis. Ugh. Now, I notice many of your stories are geared toward Angels and Demons. How do you come up with your ideas? And why angels in particular?

I love all things paranormal.  I plan to write other creatures.  The angels and demons just came to me for these particular stories.  I love angels and think they can be just as sexy as a demon bad boy.  Though I can’t say I won’t ever have a female angel or demon.  The stories I’ve written so far have just called for those types of creatures.  For On Angel’s Wings as I thought of a Christmas story, the angel getting its wings kept coming to mind, hence the birth of On Angel’s Wings.

Can you share one of your favorite excerpts from On Angel’s Wings with us? And why is it your favorite? 

This one's a fave because it’s hot and steamy.

Excerpt: Angelo cupped her chin in his hand, this time to pull her face up to his so he could kiss her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, searching out hers, and they dueled like that for a few moments. She groaned as he bit her bottom lip, and then licked it. When his lips left hers, she realized she was holding her breath.
“Angelo…” Even to her she sounded out of breath.
“Yes, dear Alexa?” She shook her head and didn’t say anything more. This was about feeling. He nodded and returned his attention to her lips. He made quick work of her clothing, letting everything drop on the floor. Not to be outdone, she placed her hands on his shirt and pulled it up, baring his chest, and then off of his head, tossing it to the floor. She moved in close to him, kissing his chest softly, and her hands moving to undo the button of his jeans as she tasted his flesh.
Everything about him thrilled her, and she constantly had wet panties when she thought of him. She fought the urge to just pull his pants down and to have him fuck her. No, she wanted something deeper than just that. They could fuck any day. Today, she needed him in the rawest and deepest form. She wanted to feel him at the most basic level with her heart and soul bared to him.
She kept her hands at his pants, not inching them down yet. Swirling her tongue around his nipple, she smiled as he groaned. It was amazing to her how responsive the male anatomy could be. Tugging at the nipple with her teeth, Alexa was encouraged by his hands that went in her hair and held her to him.
“Mmm, oh yes, that’s wonderful, Alexa.”
Bringing her head up, she switched attention to his other nipple but this time adding in suction from her mouth. His low growl sent pleasure spiking up her spine, and she couldn’t resist nipping him there. He grunted and pulled her head back, gently slanting his lips over hers with a soft groan.
He placed her hand at his pants then released her. She knew what he wanted just with that gesture. Undoing them, she jerked them down his hips and freed him. Unable to stop herself, she glanced down and at his cock. God, it was beautiful. He was beautiful. She knelt before him, taking his cock in her hand and stroked him slowly.
“Alexa…aren’t I supposed to be taking you to bed?”
“Yes, but it’s my turn.”
The head of his cock had a pearly bead of pre-come and she couldn’t resist giving it a swipe of her tongue. She peered into his eyes as she licked the head of his cock again and then placed the tip in her mouth, slowly suckling.
He arched into her and gripped the back of her head. With short and shallow thrusts of his hips, he slid his cock all the way into her mouth and she moaned around it. She placed her hands on his thighs, feeling the power there as he fed her his cock. His taste hit her tongue, and she purred as a swirling hunger hit the pit of her stomach and went straight to her throbbing clit. Pulling back a bit on his cock, she licked around the head, swiping underneath with quick little flicks that produced a growl from him.
She was just getting started, and he slipped from her mouth. Alexa grumbled in protest, then he picked her up into his arms and settled on the bed with her in front of him, face to face. She gazed at him and leaned up to kiss him lightly, before she lay back against the pillows.
“I guess now you’re actually taking me to bed.” She winked at him and he chuckled.
“Yes, I guess now that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
He reached for one of the condoms they’d left out on the nightstand opened it, donned it, and put the wrapper on the same nightstand. Turning back to her, he smiled and positioned himself over her, nudging her legs open with his own. Taking his cock in hand, he set it at her entrance and thrust forward, seating himself into her fully.
Her breath caught and she placed her hands on his shoulders, wrapping her legs up high around his waist. She whimpered as he hit so deep within her she could swear he touched her cervix.
“Oh!”

Well gracious! That was a bit steamy there. :) What are you currently working on, Nikki-poo? Can you share a teaser with us?

As always I have several works in progress.  I just finished Demon Tempted the second book in the Karmic Lust series and it’s 50k. So right now I plan to do some short stories/novellas.  Just have to settle on a few. :)

Bear in mind, this is fiction of course. Now say you are minding your own business, eating popcorn, vegging on the couch, and a flash of light and a thump happens in your backyard. You walk outside and there’s a unconscious man laid out in the buff. What are you gonna do?

Just what my heroine does…bring him in the house. *winks* So I can, of course, play Florence Nightingale.

I hear ya. Can't say I blame you either. If an angel fell in my backyard, game on, I say. If you had to choose between being an angel or a demon, which would you go with?

Darn, can I be both? But I guess I will play nice and say an ethereal looking angel with a powerful wing span. Oh and my wings would have to be black.

Ha, I think I'll stick to demons. That way I can be mean and push people down without making up an excuse. :) Thank you so much for dropping by today, Nikki. I wish you lots of success with your new release, On Angel's Wings. Congratulations on your release today!


Blurb: Can his love mend her broken heart?Alexa Gray has had more than one tragedy strike at Christmas. The thought of moving on makes her feel she's staining the memory of the love she shared with her dead husband and child. Can guardian angel Angelo show her she has more love inside her to give?

Author Bio: Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who's always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn't appropriate. She’s a multi-published author with several epublishing houses. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week - Day 3

If you are looking for the Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop, check out the Christmas Giveaways Galore post on the 14th. :)

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Today I'm happy to have Lisa Kumar, Stacey Brutger, and Victoria Adams join me to spread a little Christmas cheer. Be sure to check out the rafflecopter set up at the end of the post to see what's up for grabs today! :)


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Lisa Kumar: "The Holiday Season"

I love Christmas. It’s my favorite holiday—and has always been. In fact, I love the whole season built around it. It’s a non-stop Christmas fest with holiday cheer in the air. You know, that indefinable quality that permeates everything? I don’t know exactly what it is, but it shouts Christmas to me. For me, there is the religious aspect and, yes, the presents, but it’s more than just these two things. It’s a case where the sum is more than its parts.

What makes the holiday season special to you? Or is it a holiday you’re less than crazy about?

No matter what it is to you or what you call it, I hope you all have a great one!


Blurb: A magic that's fading

Relian has lived a life that hasn’t changed in millennia, and he likes it that way. As Prince of the Erian people, he has his conscripted duties. And a human, even one as desirable as Cal, does not fit into them. But as the enemy darkindred knock on the borders and the magic of his people fades, he might just have to find room.

A love that's binding

College Student Cal Weston spends a good portion of her time trying to keep people from thinking she's crazy, including herself. And with good reason. But her carefully constructed reality is turned upside down when she discovers that Relian, the seductive elvin prince who has been starring in her sensuous fantasies, isn’t merely a myth and his magical kingdom really exists. Now she’s bound to an elf and stuck in a land where no one, least of all Relian, is willing to spill any answers about the truth of her arrival.

Two people, two worlds meet in the mist

Even as love grows between them, can they lay aside their differences to embrace a life together?

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Stacey Brutger: "Christmas Memories"

 

Thanks for asking me to join your Christmas party!

Christmas has always brought happy memories for me. Baking dozens of different cookies and no one to holler at you for trying them all. Stalking the house to find those elusive presents parents hide. Talk about The Masters! I think we only found them once or twice. The reason for hiding them before Christmas? Someone in my family had the ability to open all packages without disturbing the wrapping. Still not sure how they did it.
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But for me, I have one favorite memory of Christmas. As a child, I lived out in the country and that meant chores. It wouldn’t be uncommon for us to work well into the night. I slogged through snow to get to the house for a break. We had a wood burning stove to keep the house warm, a real pine tree we chopped down ourselves, and all the lights were off except for the Christmas tree. On the record player, (yes, I’m that old - lol) played old Christmas songs. I grabbed a piece of candy, a candy cane I think, and just sat down in the warm room and absorbed it…okay, maybe snooped a little under the tree as well.

I think it was the promise of the future, the excitement of Christmas counting down. Twenty some odd years later, the excitement has changed. Though I still like Christmas lights and cookies, I’m the one now trying to pick out the perfect gifts for my family and friends. I hope everyone takes a moment out of the rush to create some memories. And to help, I’m going to give away a copy of one of my books. Merry Christmas!


Blurb: As a punishment for failing his duty as an angel, Ruman finds himself encased in stone in the form of a guardian statue. Every few decades he is given a chance to repent. And fails. Until the totally unsuitable Caly Sawyer accidentally brings him back to life. Nothing is going to prevent him from gaining his freedom, especially some willfully stubborn human determined to kill him.

Caly doesn’t trust the mysterious stranger who came out of nowhere and risked his life for hers. As a demon hunter, she knows there is something not quite human about the sexy bastard. Her ability to detect demons is infallible. She should know. She used to be one.

War is brewing between demons and humans. The demon infection that Caly had always considered a curse might just be the key to their survival...if Ruman can keep her alive long enough. Despite the volatile attraction between her and her sexy protector, Caly’s determined to do whatever it takes to keep everyone alive. The more Ruman learns about his beautiful charge, the more he questions his duty and loyalty...and dreads the call to return home. If they can’t learn to trust each other in time, one of them will die.

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 Victoria Adams: "Favourite Christmas Memory"


My memory is from a long time ago. A friend had gotten married and her husband had nothing. The family didn't have much money so in terms of wedding gifts they got the bare essentials. He was working as an apprentice to a mechanic and I think she was part time at something. So not much in the line of disposable income. A couple of weeks before Christmas I dropped by and there were no decorations, but I assumed they hadn't put them up yet. B (my friend) said she and G (her husband) had agreed to buy each other one gift and it had to be under $5. And she was excited because she'd saved the money and was going shopping for the gift on Christmas Eve Day.

My mother was a member of an arts group and they had their Christmas sale and then party. Mom and I were cleaning up. She'd tossed a couple of decorations into the garbage while complaining she wished they had storage space because it was so wasteful to buy the things every year and then throw them out. Yup, the light bulb went on over my head. We arranged with B's Mom to get them out of the apt on Christmas Eve. Then we took all the decorations and fully decorated tree from the party to their apartment and decorated the place. We left a note on the table – From Santa.
 

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When B and G and her mother arrived at the door, B was so happy. They'd gone shopping and her mother had taken them out to dinner – to MacDonalds. B opened the door and walked in to a full decorated apartment with lights glowing and a lit tree. Her mom said, B turned around, threw her arms around her husband's neck and screamed, "There really is a Santa Claus!"

To this day – that memory brings a smile to my soul. 



Blurb: Julie Anderson was born into privilege and a charmed life. She is surrounded by love, friends and family. She secretly dreams of becoming a professional ballet dancer.

Robert Holiday was other born into a life of violence on the streets of North Shore. Initiated into the Shorsemen gang at a young age, he rises to the level of leader.

Can a young, idealistic co-ed, crack a jaded gang member's icy shell and allowing the warmth of her love to awaken his soul?


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Saturday, December 15, 2012

Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week - Day 2

If you are looking for the Holiday Gifts of Love Blog Hop, check out the Christmas Giveaways Galore post on the 14th. :)

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For Day 2 of Spread a little Christmas Cheer Week, I'm happy to have Courtney J. Hall, Rosanna Leo, and Sheri Fredricks join me today to share a Christmas memory. Be sure to check out the rafflecopter posted at the end of the post to see which prizes are up for grabs today.


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Courtney J. Hall: "Philosophy of Christmas"

I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not a churchgoing person. I never have been, except when I was a kid and my parents made me. But while I don’t actually celebrate Christmas, I do celebrate Christmas.

I love everything about the holiday. I’m a cold-weather girl, so I adore the idea of snow even though here in Philadelphia we rarely have white Christmases. I love driving down the street and seeing houses strung with lights. Even better – I love going to Longwood Gardens, the enormous arboretum and botanical garden just a few miles from my home, to see their 1000+ acres of lit trees, holiday floral displays and the colored water show. I love Christmas music, Christmas cookies, Christmas shopping, and the assortment of Christmas pajama pants I’ve collected over the years – one with snowflakes, one with reindeer (complete with red rhinestone noses) and my 2012 addition, one with candy canes.
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But my favorite part about the holiday is togetherness. That might sound cliché or generic, but it’s the truth. Being surrounded by family – and those friends I consider family – is, to me, the true meaning of the holiday. Of course I love getting gifts – I can’t imagine anyone saying they don’t enjoy getting gifts and actually meaning it – but I love giving them even more. I’m aware of the reasons why gift-giving is part of Christmas, and even though I may not subscribe to the ideologies that gave rise to that particular tradition, I still love the looks on my 10-and-7-year-old cousins’ faces when they open something I picked for them. I love the laughter during the Yankee Swap at my in-laws’ house on Christmas Eve when someone chooses a gift that looks good but ends up being a Shake Weight. I love seeing my dad get so wrapped up in paging through the book I bought him that he forgets about the rest of his presents. Christmas, to me, is about making people happy, and then spending the rest of the day being happy that they’re happy. Cheesy? Probably. But at 31 years old, it’s not about how many presents I get or how many days off of work (although that is certainly nice; don’t get me wrong). It’s about being with the people I love and celebrating what we have. Too often over the last few years, the Christmas holiday has been used as a tool to divide people. But in my opinion, it shouldn’t matter what you celebrate in the month of December, whether it’s Saturnalia or Yule, Christmas or Hanukkah, Kwanzaa or Festivus. Happiness, togetherness and love – that’s what it should be about.


Blurb: Cade Badgley has just returned from an overseas diplomatic mission when he learns that his father is dying. Cade has no interest in filling his father’s shoes, but the inheritance laws of sixteenth-century England leave him no choice: he is the new earl of Easton, with a hundred souls dependent on him, a rundown estate, and no money in his coffers. A friendly neighbor offers to help, but at a cost: Cade must escort the neighbor’s daughter Samara to London and help her find a husband.

Samara, a tempestuous artist, would rather sketch Mary Tudor’s courtiers than woo them. But her beauty, birth and fortune soon make her the most sought-after young woman in London. As Cade watches her fall under the spell of a man he has every reason not to trust, he must balance his obligations to Easton against the demands of his heart and the echoes of a scandal that drove him away from his family twelve years before.

Saving Easton will be published through Five Directions Press in Spring 2013.


Rosanna Leo: "Best Xmas Gift Ever"

Thanks so much to Melissa for allowing me to join in the fun!

Allow me to begin by saying this: I am not really a girlie girl.

Growing up, while not a tomboy, I definitely was too awkward to be a real girlie girl. Oh, I wished for the big fluffy bed with the princess pink sheets on it, but never had one. However, there was one thing that was distinctly girlie about me.

I loved my Barbies.

I had 11 of them. Ballerina Barbie, Cindy, and a whole assortment. These delicate creatures were my favorite Christmas present of all time, and I spent hours as a girl dressing and undressing them, pretending I had even a modicum of their grace and beauty.

Now, as a child of Italian heritage, there were no Barbies that looked like me, and it made me sad. Nowadays, you’ll find these dolls in every color. But in the 70’s I certainly never ran into brown-haired, brown-eyed dolls. They just didn’t exist.

Until the day I got HER.

MARIE OSMOND.

One year, I received her and Donny as a set. They were never out of my reach. Finally, a doll that I could relate to! This was huge for me as a kid. I gazed at her as if she were a portrait from the Sistine Chapel.

My career as an erotic romance novelist was mapped out from that time, even though I didn’t know it. You see, I didn’t own a Ken. But…I had Marie’s brother, Donny. As vile as it may sound now, I proceeded to undress Donny and Marie and pose them in situations I barely understood. They made the beast with two backs quite often. Not a single genital between them, but hey, a girl’s got to have her sexual awakening at some time!

I miss those dolls sometimes, but they were so well-loved, they eventually fell apart. Even Donny’s purple socks went missing. However, I’ll never forget the little thrill I received when I hid them in my room, and began to undo all those tiny purple snaps…oh dear. Too much information?

As we celebrate the holiday season, I hope you all have a similar little thrill! Season’s greetings!


Blurb: This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.

To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.

Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.

As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.

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 Sheri Fredricks: "A Christmas I'll never forget"

When I met my husband and spent Christmas with his family for the first time. . .I thought they were nuts.

The ranch house looked festive on the outside, decorated with HUGE pine wreaths on the wrought iron gates of each entrance. More pine boughs dipped and rose in garlands, adorned with pinecones and ribbons.

The interior certainly put other homes I’d seen to shame. Potpourri dishes added their spicy fragrance, twinkle lights were everywhere. Framing windows were more strands of pine garlands with cranberries and popcorn woven in and decorated with colorful glass balls.

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And I’ve yet to mention the tree!

Ribbons, bows, edible ornaments :), paper stars glittered by the sticky fingers of children, and the most elegant tree topper: a porcelain doll dressed in a red robe trimmed with white feathers.

Candy bowls on every flat surface, cookies on plates, relish trays of meats, cheese, and veggies, and a ham roasting in the oven. You were full by the time you reached the kitchen.

I came from a home where Christmas wasn’t celebrated as much. We exchanged presents while standing next to a two-foot-high fake tree made of silvery tinsel atop our TV set. To say I had the “Oh My God!” factor walking through my in-laws’ front door is putting it mildly.

But it’s a Christmas I’ll never forget.


Blurb: MODERN MYTHIC FANTASY ROMANCE

Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.

He's the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.

Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.

Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn't push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.

When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.

Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?

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