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Romance Writers Weekly ~ Where do you write? ~ #LoveChatWrite

 Today on Romance Writers Weekly we answer the question, "Where do you write? Do you need to be in the same place all the time or do you move around?"
Lemme tell you something. I am so sick to death of moving that I never want to move again. I've been moving (on average) every two years since 1978. And that shit got old FAST. So while I can write anywhere, and even though I've successfully written on laptops, desktops, tablets, PCs, Macs, on word processors, typewriters, and by hand (someday soon I'm gonna try dictation) while moving cross country, in hotels, campgrounds, hospital rooms, in cafes and in cars, buses, planes, trains, cruise ships, while surrounded by boxes and chaos, small (and not-so-small) children, an astonishing variety of animal companions, and assorted family members. I really love having a dedicated, semi-permanent writing space. 
Here's my current (okay, I took the picture last week) view. It rarely stays that clean. Right now, for example, my grandson just left (he was here for the weekend) and I've got a dozen googly eyes staring up at me and a plastic cup half-filled with orange juice jostling for space with my coffee cup.  
I also have my two dogs curled up at my feet--which is really nice.

Now, hop over to Brenda Margriet's page and find out where she writes. And don't forget to check out her new book, Turn the Next Page, available for pre-order now!

TURN THE NEXT PAGE is almost here!

Book Three in the Silverberry Seduction Seasoned Romance Series arrives December 1. Pre Order Now $2.99 (also available in Print)

High school sweethearts, their marriage was shattered by tragedy. Thirty years later, a startling confession reignites long banked embers.

On the outside, politician Aubrey Windt is assured and assertive. On the inside, she’s a confused tangle of nerves and regrets. A lost election is the perfect opportunity to reset her life, and she’s going to take it, no matter what anyone says. This time, she means it.

Everything’s fine with Philip Church. Just fine. His second divorce was amicable, his twin sons are grown, and his landscape business runs itself. The fineness is driving him crazy. But reconnecting with his first love provokes an upheaval more potent than he’s ever imagined.

When Aubrey and Phillip learn a startling fact that will forever link their lives, they set out to find the brother Aubrey didn’t know she had. To do so, they must forge a new path, unexpectedly abetted by a stray cat and the eclectic members of a unique book club.

Buy it here: https://books2read.com/TurnTheNextPage

ALSO COMING IN DECEMBER:

Heather is having the worst Christmas ever! Or, at least, the worst Christmas since she was forced to become a vampire. Her sire's distracted, her nestmates have forgotten her, weirdos have taken over the lair. The only bright spot in her life right now is Drew--who didn't even used to like her! She knows he's fond of her now, but that's not good enough. She wants more. She wants everything. She wants him. And she's not giving up. 

Drew Geiger gave up on love a long time ago. Such tender emotions have no place in a vampire's heart. But, somehow, the girl he once described as a "feral kitten" has got her claws in him, and she's not letting go. That would be fine, if only someone didn't want her dead--and if her sire didn't recall that it was Drew who once suggested that maybe she'd be better off that way.

 

Available for pre-order now: https://books2read.com/u/m0En1l

And read an excerpt here: http://rhymeswithforeplay.blogspot.com/2022/11/shall-we-dance.html

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It's Book Fair Time!

Free romance ebooks, .99 cent romance ebooks, and romance anthologies are what you'll find at this year's Let's Get Naughty Book Fair!

Check out all the good things Oct. 21 through Nov. 30:

https://www.letsgetnaughtybooks.com

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Romance Writers Weekly ~ What's Special About Your Books? ~~ #LoveChatWrite

This week on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop we're asked, "What's special about your books? What makes you stand out? Tell us about it and share a snippet or two.

This is something I've actually given a lot of thought to. I genre-blend and genre-hop and do all the things that authors who are trying to build a strong, easily-identifiable brand are warned not to do. And that makes it harder to recognize what some of the common denominators might be that link all (or most of) my books.
So far, I've identified two. The first is something I was using as a tagline for awhile: All the Friends, all the families, all the feels. My books tend to feature people with strong communities--either friends of families--and there's usually a lot of emotion in the stories. I think of them as "feel good" stories, although I realize that they might not hit that way for everyone.
The second thing--something I only know because so many reviewers have mentioned it--is that apparently I've been very successful at world building. The places and the people I'm writing about feel real to me. And I guess that comes across.
ONE OTHER thing my stories tend to have in common, is length. Even my short stories tend to be long and wordy. I've tried to change that, but I haven't really been successful. So I don't really do "snippets" BUT if you'd like to read an excerpt from next month's release, Light Up the Night , that I think hits on some of these qualities, I've got one HERE.

Now, head on over to Jill Haymaker's page to learn what's special about her books. And be sure to check out her new boxed set, Christmas in Aspen Ridge.  

Christmas season is upon us! Get three seasoned romances for 50% off the price of buying them separately in this newly released box set :) Christmas in Aspen Ridge heartwarming stories of second chances, Christmas magic that will make you believe that it’s never to late to find love.

Get it HERE: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BLHJZLBW


It's Here!!



Let's Get Naughty(now in KU)

A USA Today BestSelling Spicy Holiday Romance

Cancel your plans and spend this holiday season with 36 romance authors who have teamed up to bring you a delicious holiday treat.

This collection has it all: fake relationships, second chances, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, workplace romance, age gap, CEO’s, bikers, and falling for the best friend’s brother.

Each of the authors has provided an unforgettable, steamy story. So come on over, grab a blanket, and get started on finding your next favorite author today.

Let’s Get Naughty is the perfect anthology for you to binge this holiday season--and the next! Because...if you think it's too early to get on Santa's naughty list, think again! It's time for volume TWO! Available for pre-order now.

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It's Book Fair Time!

Free romance ebooks, .99 cent romance ebooks, and romance anthologies are what you'll find at this year's Let's Get Naughty Book Fair!

Check out all the good things Oct. 21 through Nov. 30:

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Shall We Dance?

 Every once in awhile I write a scene that just makes me smile. This is one of those scenes. It takes place two-thirds of the way through next month's release, Light Up the Night. The two characters, Heather and Drew, are vampires. He's pretty old, she's very young. And although they've both been falling desperately in love with each other, there are REASONS why he believes they can never be together--reasons which (of course) she doesn't know about yet, because otherwise where would the story be?

Just prior to this scene Heather has been injured. Drew (who runs a vampire nightclub) has been given the job of caring for her  and protecting her while her sire, Marc, hunts down the people who hurt her. 

This excerpt has been edited slightly to remove spoilers.

Excerpt:

The next few hours passed uneventfully. Heather progressed from hobbling around the little bedroom to hobbling up and down the stairs, and then, finally, after she’d successfully traversed the long hallway several times under her own power, Drew pronounced himself satisfied with her improvement, and willing to remove the splint.

They ate together at the bar, talking about nothing of any consequence—mostly gossip about people they both knew. Which, for the most part, meant that Drew talked and Heather listened.  She was impressed by his vast wealth of knowledge. He seemed to know everything about everyone. 

“Well, I decided, quite a long time ago, that knowledge really was power,” Drew told her, when she asked about it. “Having had my fill of feeling powerless, I made it my business to amass as much information as I possibly could.”

“And did that help?” she couldn’t resist teasing.

“For the most part,” he replied, with complete seriousness. “Although, I have to admit, there have been a few things I’ve learned that I rather wish I hadn’t.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, you know; secrets worth killing for. That sort of thing.” 

He said it lightly, but there was a certain grimness in his expression that gave Heather pause. “Really?”

He flashed her a smile that did nothing to reassure her. “You know what they say about secrets, don’t you? That the only way two people can keep one is if one of the two is dead?”

 

*  *  *

“So, can I ask you something?” Heather inquired, a short while later while she was once again exercising her leg. She’d been trying all night to work up the courage to ask Drew about his feelings for her—or to confess her own. Trying and failing. Repeatedly. And then, after she’d complained about being too bored to spend even another minute climbing stairs or navigating hallways, Drew had suggested they put on some music and dance.

 

“But I don’t know how,” she’d been forced to confess. Her initial excitement had turned to crushing disappointment when it turned out that the dance he’d had in mind was a waltz. 

Oh God, it’s hopeless. I should just give up. 

He couldn’t possibly have hit on a worse idea, she’d thought, heart sinking with the realization that they had absolutely nothing in common. He couldn’t have made the differences between them seem any more obvious if he’d tried.

“I’ll teach you,” he promised, explaining that all she had to do was follow his lead. It would be fun, he insisted; not too fast, not too strenuous; plus his arms would be there to support her, should she need it. “And, after all, you gifted me with a new experience the other night. It’s only right that I get the chance to reciprocate.”

“That’s true,” she said, brightening at the thought. A vision of what their future could be like appeared in her mind’s eye; an endless round of sharing new experiences with each other. So what, if they had nothing in common? They could change that! Everyone had to start somewhere. “All right. You’re on. Let’s do it!”

So, he put on some music; and she was shocked to find out that The Christmas Waltz really was a waltz—who knew? And he broke out all the club’s effects: lights that were keyed to the music and that cycled through all the colors of the spectrum; an antique disco ball that he swore had been there since the seventies; even a fog machine—installed for some now-forgotten party and never removed—until she felt like she was standing inside a gigantic Christmas snow globe. He taught her the steps, very basic ones so she wouldn’t get hurt stumbling over her own feet, then made her laugh by throwing in a showy little move whenever she was least expecting one. 

And they danced. Whirling around on the empty, glittering dance floor; just the two of them in their own enchanted kingdom. His hand on her back was a warm brand that somehow made her felt cherished and cared for. His arm beneath her fingertips promised strength and safety and support—a frame, not a cage. But it was his hand in hers that really sealed the deal. It was the Goldilocks of hand clasps. Not too hard, not too soft. Not too damp. Just right. 

We could be partners, she thought as she returned the pressure, as their hands met, palm to palm—like equals; each one secure in their own strength, with no need to be concerned with matters of age, or gender, or ability. We could be lovers. We could be everything to one another. And all she had to do was find the courage to ask…

 

Heart pounding, she lifted her eyes to meet his gaze—seeing all the tenderness she could ever crave right there in his eyes, along with that hint of sadness she so desperately wanted to remove. This is a face I could look at every day. She took a deep breath, opened her mouth and said, “So can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Drew immediately replied, as he lifted his hand to guide her through a gentle turn. “Ask whatever you like. Just as long it’s not to divulge dangerous secrets, because that I won’t do.”

Her love will light up his night. If they can both survive that long. 

Heather is having the worst Christmas ever! Or, at least, the worst Christmas since she was forced to become a vampire. Her sire's distracted, her nestmates have forgotten her, weirdos have taken over the lair. The only bright spot in her life right now is Drew--who didn't even used to like her! She knows he's fond of her now, but that's not good enough. She wants more. She wants everything. She wants him. And she's not giving up. 

Drew Geiger gave up on love a long time ago. Such tender emotions have no place in a vampire's heart. But, somehow, the girl he once described as a "feral kitten" has got her claws in him, and she's not letting go. That would be fine, if only someone didn't want her dead--and if her sire didn't recall that it was Drew who once suggested that maybe she'd be better off that way.

Tentatively scheduled for a December 13th release. Information will be updated on my website: https://www.pgforte.com/home

Romance Writers Weekly ~ How Do You Feed Your Muse? ~ #LoveChatWrite

This week on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop we were asked, "How do you stay creative? How do you feed your muse? What tips and tricks do you recommend to stay in the creative zone?"

Oooh. I l love this question!  
One of the things I've really relied on recently is creating Spotify playlists for each of the books I'm working on. If you want to check them out, visit my profile at: https://open.spotify.com/user/pgforte

Another trick--although it's equal parts inspiration and procrastination--is creating cover art for my books. I keep thinking I'd like to offer my services as a cover artist to more people, but I just don't have time to get an entirely new business off the ground right now. Anyway, you can check out my work on my author webpage. I've done the majority of my covers--NOT the anthologies, not the first Children of Night series, not the cover for This Winter Heart, or the one for Spicy Nick. But pretty much all of the rest.  https://www.pgforte.com/home

Now, head on over to Brenda Margriet's page to learn how she feeds her muse. And be sure to check out her book, Turn The Next Page .  



TURN THE NEXT PAGE releases one month from today (December 1)
Book Three in the Silverberry Seduction Seasoned Romance Series. Can be read as a standalone.
(Aubrey 52, Phillip 53)
Pre Order Now $2.99 (also available in Print).
High school sweethearts, their marriage was shattered by tragedy. Thirty years later, a startling confession reignites long banked embers.


Get it HERE: https://books2read.com/TurnTheNextPage

They're Here!!


Let's Get NaughtyA Limited Edition Romance Anthology

If you think it's too soon to get on Santa's naughty list...think again.

Cancel your plans and spend this holiday season with 36 romance authors who have teamed up to bring you a delicious holiday treat.

This collection will have it all: fake relationships, second chances, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, workplace romance, age gap, CEO’s, bikers, and falling for the best friend’s brother.

Each of the authors will have an unforgettable, steamy story. So come on over, grab a blanket, and get started on finding your next favorite author today.

Let’s Get Naughty is the perfect anthology for you to binge this holiday season.

https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty


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Huge romance giveaway happening now 
Over 100 free books. Including my short story,  Blame it on the Voodoo.

 

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It's Book Fair Time!

Free romance ebooks, .99 cent romance ebooks, and romance anthologies are what you'll find at this year's Let's Get Naughty Book Fair!

Check out all the good things Oct. 21 through Nov. 30:

https://www.letsgetnaughtybooks.com

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Let's Get Naughty NOW!

 

If you read the newsletter I sent out this morning, you already know that although Let's Get Naughty went live last night thousands of pre-orders were unexpectedly cancelled. Yeah, including mine and a lot of the other contributing authors! And here I thought I'd just been a dumbass who forgot to buy her own book! (true story!) So, if you preordered the antho, thank you! But you probably want to check and make sure the order actually went through. 
https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty
Also, volume 2 is available for pre-order (no, not a joke. Lightning won't strike twice--right???) And I've got a really cute story planned for that one. It's another madcap rom-com featuring April and Zach from  Love, from A to Z



https://books2read.com/LetsGetNaughty2

One Day More...

 An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything.

Mike and Claire were hoping their first Christmas together would be unforgettable. But when their sexy, adult-film-themed weekend abruptly veers into low-budget, chiller-diller territory, they’re left to worry that this Christmas will turn out to be memorable in all the worst ways.

 https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty

EXCERPT: 

I give Mike about a minute—or however long it takes to swipe on some lipstick and run a comb through my hair—then follow him to the door. 

Yes, dressed like this. My role this weekend is the sexy brat who needs a spanking. I intend to play the hell out of that part. 

I sidle up behind Mike, plunk the Santa hat back on his head, then snake my arms around his waist, feeling his muscles tense as I do. Cold air wafts in through the open door, chilling my bare legs. I ignore the discomfort, and the sneaking suspicion that he might have had a point. 

 Mike glances at me over his shoulder. “I thought you were going to stay by the fire?” 

I wriggle in place, making sure he can feel my breasts pressed against his back.  “But this is better. Shared bodily warmth beats a fire any day.”

The pizza boy—yes, an actual teenager, unfortunately, which means even flirting is off the table—snickers in appreciation. I grin back at him, then notice his hat. I lean around Mike for a better look. “Omigod. Are you wearing elf ears?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he replies as his cheeks turn red.

“How adorable is that? Did you see that, Santa?” 

“Claire…” Mike replies using the gravelly, stern tone I can never resist. Before I can think of a suitable response, the wind shifts, gusting cold and wet against my face.

 “It’s snowing!” I squeal excitedly. “We really are going to have a white Christmas.” 

What is it about snow that makes everyone feel like a child again? Everyone except Mike, apparently. “We were already going to have a white Christmas. There was snow on the ground when we got here.”

I roll my eyes. “A white-er Christmas.” Sheesh. For a man who just received ‘possibly the best blow job of his life’ he’s sounding awfully grumpy. Before I can decide whether I want to remind him about that, and risk shocking the teen, something small and bright dashes up the driveway and across the porch. I shriek in alarm as it streaks through the open door, into the house and down the hall. 

“Wh-what was that?” I demand as it disappears in the direction of the kitchen. What kind of wildlife do they even have here? “Racoon? Opossum?”

The delivery boy shakes his head. “Nah, definitely not a possum. I don’t think racoons move that fast, either. Bobcat, maybe?” 

“At least we all agree it’s not a cougar,” Mike says drily.  

“Well, I need to find out.” I’ve invested too much into making this weekend special—time, money, effort. Whatever this thing is, it’s not gonna fuck things up. 

Mike finishes at the door, then hurries to catch up with me. “Be careful. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.” 

Want to read more?  Pre-Order Let's Get Naughty: https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty

Download the Counting On Christmas teaser:  https://dl.bookfunnel.com/ptbhor568u

Buy Mike and Claire's origin story, Let Me Count the Ways: https://books2read.com/u/bpzWKk

She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever.  

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.

Two Days to Get Naughty

“Where to?” I ask as we pull into town. I probably sound annoyed, but I hate the fact that I don’t know where I’m going. Claire’s been so secretive about our accommodations that she wouldn’t even let me program our actual destination into the GPS. She wants me to be surprised.

She glances at the time then asks, “How about lunch?”

“Now?”

“Well, we need to stop at the realtor’s office for the keys, but we’re a little early. And I placed an order at the grocer’s—that won’t be ready yet, either. So…”

 Keys? Groceries? “Aren’t we staying at a hotel?” 

 “Nope.” There’s a hint of mischief in her smile. “I booked us a cabin just outside of town.” Then she points through the windshield. “How about there? That looks cute, right?”

The bear-themed diner—I guess it’s cute, in a kitschy sort of way—looks like a place where they serve breakfast 24/7. Where, if you order anything other than breakfast, you’re bound to be disappointed. But who am I to argue?  

The parking lot is mostly empty—never a good sign for a restaurant. But, then again, the whole town seems ominously quiet. It should be bustling with shoppers, and skiers, and people like Claire who are here for snow—most of which, by the way, has been shoveled into unattractive, dirty, gray heaps. 

I ask our server, Linda, about it after she takes our orders. Cobb salad and an iced tea for Claire, grilled salmon and an IPA for me. 

She shrugs indifferently. “Probably no one wants to get caught in the blizzard they’re predicting.”

Claire shoots me a worried look. “Well, we wanted snow, right?” 

I pick up my water glass, take a sip. Would it be rude to remind her that only one of us wanted snow? That the other wanted clear skies, tropical breezes, the provocative motion of a ship at sea…

“Or it could be because of the cougar,” Linda suggests.

I choke on my water. “Cougar?”

“You know, mountain lions? Pumas? One’s been hanging around the last few weeks, getting into people’s trash and whatnot. Which reminds me, I don’t suppose you folks brought any pets with you, but if you did, you’ll want to be sure to keep them inside.”

 “No pets,” I assure her. “But thanks.” I left Zoe, my macaw, in LA with a sitter. I didn’t think she’d like the cold. If there really is a giant cat on the prowl, I’m even happier about that decision. Skeptic that I am, however, I can’t help doubting the story.

“You’re not worried, are you?” Claire asks after Linda walks away. 

I smile reassuringly at her. “Not at all.” 

“I really want this weekend to be fun for you.” 

 Just for me? Well, that’s not worrisome at all. “How could it not be? I’m here with you.” That’s true no matter what—even if it’s our last weekend together. And if I’m honest, I’m more concerned about that than I am some hypothetical cougar. 

“So, has anyone actually seen this supposed cougar?” I ask when Linda returns with our food. “Because knocking over garbage bins sounds more like something a bear might do.”

“It’s winter,” Linda snaps, dropping our plates on the table a little more forcefully than necessary. “The bears are asleep.”

And that’s me told. Although you’ll notice she didn’t actually answer my question, leading me to conclude it’s like so many other celebrity sightings, more hype than substance. 

 

Want to read more?  Pre-Order Let's Get Naughty: https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty

Download the Counting On Christmas teaser:  https://dl.bookfunnel.com/ptbhor568u

Buy Mike and Claire's origin story, Let Me Count the Ways: https://books2read.com/u/bpzWKk

She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever.  

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.

Only Three More Days...

An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything.

Mike and Claire were hoping their first Christmas together would be unforgettable. But when their sexy, adult-film-themed weekend abruptly veers into low-budget, chiller-diller territory, they’re left to worry that this Christmas will turn out to be memorable in all the worst ways.

 https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty

A short while later...

Mike takes the drink from my hand, places both our mugs on the coffee table and pulls me onto his lap. “You are an amazing woman, Claire Calhoun. You’re not fazed by this at all, are you?”

What I am is an amazing actress. Because I’m so very far beyond fazed that I don’t even think there’s a word for it. But Mike’s lips are on mine. His kisses taste of coffee and cinnamon. His arms feel secure, and so very right wrapped around me. So, instead of confessing how close I am to melting down, I smile and murmur, “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” 

Most of my exes would have been stomping around the house by now, hurling insults (and occasionally smaller pieces of furniture) in my direction, declaiming at length about how absolutely everything is entirely my fault. 

No lie: I’ve been served with divorce papers after far smaller screwups than this.

After a moment, Mike pulls away to murmur reluctantly, “I should check the turkey. Let’s not add ‘overcooked bird’ to the day’s challenges.” 

 “Good idea. I’ll set the table. The sides are just about ready. So we can eat whenever the turkey’s done.”

Mike’s jacket is too wet to be of any use, so he slips his Santa coat on over a dark Henley, jeans and boots. I don’t know how practical it is, but damn! The sight is more mouthwatering than any turkey could ever be. 

Want to read more?  Pre-Order Let's Get Naughty: https://books2read.com/letsgetnaughty

Download the Counting On Christmas teaser:  https://dl.bookfunnel.com/ptbhor568u

Buy Mike and Claire's origin story, Let Me Count the Ways: https://books2read.com/u/bpzWKk

She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever.  

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.

4 Days to get Naughty

Whoo-hoo! Let's Get Naughty is getting ready to drop--only 4 more days! 36 steamy stories to spice up your holiday reading. Includes my contribution, Christmasing With You, which features Mike and Claire from Let Me Count the Ways.

The sweater was just the beginning…

​

Mike's been a very good boy this year and Santa Claire has the perfect present picked out for him—one that's both naughty and nice!

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One more disaster could be the end…

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Mike and Claire were hoping their first Christmas together would be unforgettable. But when their sexy, adult-film-themed weekend abruptly veers into low-budget, chiller-diller territory, they’re left to worry that this Christmas will turn out to be memorable in all the worst ways.

​An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything. 

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ADULT EXCERPT:

Five minutes later, I’m seated on the couch and Claire Calhoun is straddling my lap. If that’s not perfection, maybe Santa oughta bring me a dictionary for Christmas. 

The lights are turned down low, the fire is blazing bright. It’s like every Christmas song ever penned, like the one playing right now, in the background.

There’s a tray of drinks on the side table. The air smells of bayberry and pine. Claire’s hands are cradling my face as her lips and tongue make love to my mouth. And, just as I suspected, she’s naked under the sweater. 

I can’t stop touching her. I can’t stop marveling that she’s here with me, that I’m not asleep, it’s all real. I know she worries about her age, the changes she sees in the mirror, the ravages of time. But, to me, she’s as beautiful now as she ever was. So, I fill my palms with her perfect ass, groan as her tongue slides ever so sweetly against my own, and give myself over to the wonder and magic of the best Christmas ever.

This sweater has to go, however. I’m about to pull it over her head when Claire stops me, lifting her mouth away from mine, dragging a frustrated groan from my lips. 

“Slow down, Santa.” Her face is flushed, but there’s mischief gleaming in her eyes. “I’m on your lap for a reason.” I must look blank, because after a moment she prompts, “Isn’t there something you want to ask me?”

My thoughts scatter. Is she talking about consent? Permission to remove her clothes? That doesn’t seem likely. Is she hoping for a proposal? No, surely not; it’s too soon. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

 “Well, that is a question,” Claire giggles. “And the answer is obviously yes. But that’s not what Santa is supposed to say. Ask me what I want for Christmas.”

Ah. Right. Acting. I gaze at her as sternly. “I thought we agreed that you don’t deserve anything for Christmas because you’d been too naughty?”

“I don’t think we said I didn’t deserve anything,” Claire pouts. “Couldn’t I at least have one present?” 

My first impulse, as always, is to answer, yes, of course. Whatever you want. I’m struggling to resist the urge when she leans in close and stage whispers, “Just so you know, this will work better if you play along.”

“What?”

“Ask the question.” 

“Fine. What would you like for Christmas?”

“Well, Santa, what I’d really love is a peppermint stick.”

“A…what?” 

Claire glances meaningfully at my lap. “A big stick that I can suck on and lick? Do you have anything like that for me, Santa?”

“Oh, I have something for you, all right.”

Her tongue swipes over her lower lip. Her eyes are dancing, daring me to play along. “And I can lick it now? Pretty please?”

I arch one eyebrow. “Well, it’s sure not gonna lick itself.”

Claire snort-laughs and drops her head to my shoulder. I’m absurdly pleased at having forced her to break character until…

“We need a drink,” she announces and climbs off my lap.

“What?” I stare at her in dismay. “No, we don’t.”

She gives me a look as she rattles the shaker. “Well, you don’t, I suppose. But I’m definitely having one.”

“What even is that?” I ask, eyeing with distaste the frothy, pale pink cocktails she’s poured.

“Candy Cane Kiss.” Claire takes a sip of one then asks, “Wanna taste?”

“No. Thank you.”

“Your loss.” She adds a couple of ice cubes to her glass, then sinks gracefully to her knees, setting her glass down in the floor within easy reach. 

“This was not in the movie,” I point out as she reaches to undo my jeans.

“Nope. I’m improvising.”

Why mess with perfection? But then she takes me in hand, swirls her tongue around the crown of my dick, and… Oh. Oh! That’s why.

Icy hot sensations wash over me. The mint is a ghostly tingle at first, but it grows in intensity with every swipe of her tongue, every slide of her mouth up and down my length. 

When she pauses for another sip, and to suck an ice cube into her mouth, I’m left clutching the sofa cushions in mindless frustration. My skin erupts in goosebumps when she prolongs the moment, blowing a stream of cool air over my wet flesh. 

Then she takes me in her mouth again and cool fire dances along my shaft. Somehow, the ice makes her mouth taste hotter. Her lips have acquired a cracked-candy glaze from the rim of her glass. It scrapes against my sensitive skin, providing the perfect bite of pain. 

“Jesus, Claire!”

She glances up, catches my gaze, and just like that I’m gone. It’s always been the same. I’ve convinced myself that glint in her eyes, that hint of a smile is mine alone. Never mind that I’ve seen it onscreen a thousand times.  My heart’s convinced: it’s all for me. 

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She's thinking fling, he's thinking forever.  

Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan. 

Claire has been Mike's fantasy since the first time he saw her bare it all for the camera. Now that she's in his bed he'll do whatever's necessary to keep her there. But he's not a stalker, right? He's just a devoted fan.

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Continued from Yesterday's Post...

Mike shoots me a quick, scorching glance, then crosses to the mantel.  “I’m telling you again, these stocking holders are much too flimsy. They’re probably okay for empty stockings, but they’re just not weighty enough to support anything heavier.”

“All the more reason to take out a gift, then, and lighten the load.” It’s true that the humping reindeer stocking holders looked much more substantial online. I assumed they’d be brass, but I think they’re actually aluminum. If they’re metal at all. “I’m sure they’ll be fine.”

 

Mike picks a package and comes to sit beside me on the rug. I became very familiar with all the toys because I unboxed and washed each one before wrapping them, so I know immediately which he chose. Given his concern about the weight of the stockings, I’m not surprised. It’s the biggest and heaviest of them all. 

“Wow.” Mike stares admiringly at the blown glass candy cane dildo he’s just unwrapped. “This is gorgeous.” 

I nod agreement. It’s multifunctional, too. It can be displayed as art or used as a paperweight. But, just to make sure Mike understands its true purpose, I’ve included travel-sized packets of lube. 

“Shouldn’t this have been in your stocking?” he teases. “Seems like it’s for you more than me.”

“No, it’s not,” I protest. Although… Shit. He might have a point.

“Let’s find out.” Mike slides the dildo onto the coffee table, close to the container of adult toy and body wipes that I’d put out earlier, then says, “I think it’s time you lose the sweater.”

That works for me, as well. 

I whip the sweater over my head and off. My nipples harden instantly when exposed to the cool air. Meanwhile, Mike takes a moment to straighten up, clearing away the wine glasses and pizza box. When he resumes his seat on the rug, I immediately spy the length of ribbon he’s holding. I know what’s coming next. 

Mike extends a hand and says, “Give me your wrists.” 

I hesitate for an instant, then reluctantly comply. There was a scene like this in the movie. But that wasn’t real. And the ribbon we used was stretchy and soft, nothing like the wired-backed ribbon Mike has now. I hope he can’t hear how hard my heart is pounding. We’ve played with restraints before, but not like this. 

He takes his time, wrapping my wrists like a very secure present—complete with a festive bow. It’s pretty but, “I feel like I should have a safe word.” 

I try to sound casual, just kidding around. And I think, I’ve succeeded when he teases back, “Don’t you trust me?” But then his smile fades. “I mean, yes. Of course. What is it?” 

My mind is blank. I have no idea.

“Red?” Mike suggests. 

 “It’s Christmas. Everything’s red.” 

“Orange? Blue?”

“Pineapple.”  The second most commonly used safe word in the world, apparently.

Mike smirks. “Good thing we’ve finished eating.” Then he blinks and adds, “I meant because of the pizza.”

“Right. Me, too.”

He helps me lie back—tricky without hands, no matter how many core workouts you do per week—stretches my arms up above my head, presses my wrists to the floor. I can’t suppress the tremor that rockets through me, from clenched fists to curled toes. So, I exaggerate the movement, turn it into a tease. And feel a surge of empowerment as his gaze automatically clocks the motion, as his pupils dilate.   

Still in control, I think in relief. Still calling the shots.

“Okay?” Mike asks, gaze returning to my face. 

I nod, smiling faintly, not trusting my voice. He leans in and kisses me. His free hand curves around my breast, thumb brushing across my nipple. It’s sweet, familiar. Safe. For a moment, I forget about the firm hand at my wrists, the unbreakable bonds encircling them. Mike’s lips coast down my neck, up the swell of my breast. Now he’s teasing both nipples. And I’m writhing on the rug, whimpering for more.  

I feel flushed and bleary-eyed by the time Mike lifts his head, and it’s comforting to see that he looks about the same. 

He gives my bound hands one last squeeze, says, “Leave them there,” then moves between my legs. He smiles at me as he spreads my legs wide, holding them open with gentle hands on my thighs. “Like I said: I’m done with the pizza, not done eating.” 

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