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Candies for Valentine's DAY? The ones with the words printed on them!

BE MINE is my Valentine for you! Feb. 3 from Decadent Publishing along with my SASSY 7 gal pals who brought you the TOYS-4-US series.Why shouldn't an eligible man like Jason Sherwood plan a Valentine's Day merger with a woman whose elegant body melted at his touch last year on February fourteenth? A mysterious woman who disappeared like a wraith. A vibrant creature who came apart in his arms like only the right woman does for the right man.But Mara Richardson left Jason for a good reason…and after a year of looking for her, he still doesn't know why. But he has to learn. Has to get her naked, wild for him again. Give her those little sugary candies that say, Be Mine, and show her that, despite only hours with her last year, he needs her to be his. Forever.
Excerpt, Copyright Cerise DeLand 2012, All rights reserved.A sharp knock at the door had her jumping. She glanced at her watch. Two o'clock. Time enough to listen, dicker and still catch her plane. Mr. Capitol Communications better have a swell counter-offer or we're both dead meat.She swung open the door. "Hello, Mister–"Her throat closed. Her heart pounded. Her nipples beaded reminiscent of that night when that savage hungry mouth had shaped them and sucked them. Her pussy gushed, memories consumed her of how this man had used those firm lips to lick her clit and give her the best screaming orgasm of her entire life."Sherwood, Mara. Jason Sherwood," said the incomparable creature outside her door. His blue eyes wore an appealing apologetic look. His mouth tried for a smile but couldn't quite make it. He was nervous. He was apprehensive. He was so very damn good looking. And he was determined to come in. "May I?" He nodded toward the conference room. "I brought some things. Hungry? I am."She stepped backward. For a former press aide who ate journalists for breakfast and a media trainer who taught people how to tick off talking points like time bombs, she was for once in her lonely life utterly speechless.And the only thing she cared to do was look at him. Absorb him into her skin. Treasure him.His sea blue eyes. His sun-kissed hair. Wet from snow. His pink cheeks. Chapped from the icy wind. His comforting height. Five, maybe six inches taller than she. And stepping right up to her, drinking in her confusion and her delight at his sudden appearance, growing confident now. Grinning down at her."Hi, baby," he whispered, one big fist sinking into her chignon and destroying it. "I missed you something fierce. Let me kiss you. Now that I've found you, I'm not letting you go until we know so much about each other, you'll either hate me or never leave me again."

A man writing straight contemporary erotic romance? For real?

Yes!
Welcome Tim Smith! Wading Through QuicksandBy Tim Smith
Here's something you don't run into on an author's blogsite every day – a male author of straight contemporary erotic romance. Okay, I know what you're probably thinking – "A man writing romance stories who gets the details right? It can't be done!" Trust me, I get that a lot. I began published life as a writer of mystery thrillers set in The Florida Keys.  Two of my three novels won awards and I had a nice following. While they all contained romance and sex, I never considered writing a full-fledged romance novel. Why should I, when I had what appeared to be a niche career?
That's when I decided to wade into the quicksand known as "contemporary erotic romance." A few years ago I wrote a romantic comedy, Anywhere the Heart Goes. My friends who eagerly anticipated another thriller were aghast and asked me "How could you do such a thing???"  The answer is pretty simple. I was attending a book festival and while my books were selling well, I noticed other authors drawing bigger crowds. They were selling romance novels and after reading one of them, I thought it would be fun to write one of my own, but told primarily from the man's perspective and with more humor. I also knew I could write something better than the one I'd read. This first one did well enough that I followed it with two more lighthearted erotic romances and a romantic mystery. I recently released a romantic intrigue story, Memories Die Last.
No matter what type of story I'm writing or where it takes place, I strive to make it as atmospheric as possible. I love it when a reader tells me they felt like they were in the scene with the characters. I use realistic dialogue, writing what I hear people say on a daily basis. I also take great pains to craft characters with human flaws and quirky personalities, to make them step off the page. I'm not a fan of cardboard characters and heroes who come off as perfect. The one difficulty I had to overcome when I switched genres was the way I wrote sex scenes. They were abundant in the first three books, but for this new market I had to turn up the heat and be more explicit. I'll admit it was a little awkward at first, but I soon reached my comfort level and stopped blushing when I wrote something down and dirty. The nicest compliment I can receive is when someone tells me they can't wait to read my next book. Man, it doesn't get much better than that!

Here's the blurb for my latest release, Memories Die Last:
He's as cool as a Mojito on a Key West beach, he's the kind of guy your mother wouldn't let you play with, and he's every bad guy's worst nightmare. Former CIA operative Nick Seven finds his peaceful life in The Florida Keys turned inside out by the surprise appearance of an old nemesis he thought was buried alongside the painful memory of a personal tragedy. He reluctantly gets back into the spy game to settle an old score and is pleasantly surprised to find himself paired with beautiful Felicia Hagens, a former co-worker from Barbados. Together they uncover a complex maze of intrigue, espionage and high-level government corruption. The assignment gets more complicated when they realize they have unrequited feelings for each other. Can Nick finally hit the elusive target and reclaim his personal corner of paradise? Will Felicia decide to stay with the rugged former spy she's always had a secret thing for? 
Now that you've read the trailer, here's the feature. This is a G-rated excerpt. A hotter one can be found at www.extasybooks.com. More information about all of my books can be found at my website, www.timsmithauthor.com.(Copyright 2012, Tim Smith. All rights reserved.)
    Nick drove them to The Flats, a former waterfront shipping and warehouse area that had been converted into an upscale dining and entertainment complex on the Cuyahoga River. He and Felicia found seats on the outdoor deck at Shooter's On The Water and ordered drinks. Nick took out a cigarette, tapped the butt end on his lighter a couple of times then lit up."You oughta quit those, you know," Felicia said.Nick chuckled and looked at her. "Still thinking about me, aren't you?"Felicia returned his gaze and absently brushed a strand of hair back from her face. "I never stopped.""Tell the truth, I never did, either.""So how come you don't write to me all that time I'm back on Barbados?" "Nothing to say, I guess.""Not even a card at Christmas. I thought about you lots the last few years, wondered how you were and what you were doin'.""Ya know, Barbados isn't that far from The Keys. You could've hopped a plane and came to see for yourself if you were that interested."Felicia paused. "No guts.""You? No guts? The woman who almost single-handedly took on the PLO? I don't believe it." "Maybe I was afraid you wouldn't want to see me."Nick pondered her statement for a moment. He looked at Felicia and appreciated anew her natural bronzed beauty, including the deepest, most sensual brown eyes he'd ever gazed into. They were eyes he could lose himself in with no trouble, and often had when they were together before. He had always liked Felicia and at one point he had briefly toyed with the idea of asking her to run away with him, but the timing wasn't right.  "Not a chance," he finally answered, "and you're right, I could've caught a plane myself. Maybe I was short on guts, too. Felicia, I never forgot the kindness you showed me after what happened. You really made it easier for me to get on with my life."Felicia glanced down in embarrassment and let out a soft laugh. "So what's it like on Key Largo?"Nick sat back in his chair and propped one leg on the other. "Gorgeous. Great temperatures year round, bright blue water, all the fresh seafood you can handle and the most beautiful sunsets in the world.""What you do for action down there?""I have a bar and restaurant on The Gulf.""You like it?""Yeah, I do.""Can't be as excitin' as this."Nick puffed his cigarette. "I had enough excitement in my former life, thank you very much." He sipped his drink. "So much for me. What've you been doing on Barbados?"Felicia paused. "Survivin'. It was kinda strange goin' back there after everything I did here. Took some gettin' used to.""I have to ask. Were you really working as a bouncer in a waterfront bar?"Felicia chuckled and tossed him a wink. "It was one way for me to stay in shape. Those roughnecks like to let off some steam after a couple months at sea.""What did you get from it besides exercise?""I learned never to bend over in front of them."Nick laughed. "Yeah, I can see where that would cause a problem." His laughter subsided. "Why did you leave? You could've stayed with the program and had your own team. Why bail?"Felicia took a sip then glanced down. "Tough to explain. When you transferred to The Farm and became an instructor they gave Brodie your team but it wasn't the same.""He wasn't leadership material?""He was okay, but it was kinda dull, no spontaneity. Too much by-the-book crap. It was like without you there to call the shots he had to get someone's permission to take a leak."Nick smirked. "That explains why they promoted him to Deputy Director. So that's why you left?" "It stopped bein' fun so I decided to go back home where my family was until somethin' better came along.""And you never found it?"She slowly shook her head while looking at him. "Not yet, but I'm still lookin'. What about you? Did you find what you were lookin' for?"Nick gazed into her eyes. "I'm working on it."
Author bio:  Tim Smith is an award-winning author whose books range from romantic mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. He is also a freelance photographer. When he isn't pursuing these passions he can often be found in The Florida Keys, doing research in between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Mojito.

YUMMY, new a quatre by Myla Jackson

Welcome my buddy, Myla Jackson, with her new yum yum a quatre erotica romance! (I want all 3 Kiowas, Myla. For lunch, please.)

BOOTS AND CHAPS by Myla Jackson Ugly Stick Saloon , Book 1 She gave up stripping to go legit…until three Kiowa cowboys bring on the down-and-dirty. Jackson Gray Wolf is turning thirty, and what does he have to show for it? A ranch. No wife, no kids, no dates. He's had his eye on the pretty owner of the Ugly Stick Saloon, but their one accidental encounter was interrupted before he could get her out of her take-me-now red cowboy boots.
Audrey Anderson isn't in the market for a man. Been there, done that, has the scars to prove it. She retired her pole-dancing boots after purchasing the Ugly Stick Saloon, and now manages a stable of strippers. When she winds up one stripper short for a private party, she's forced to slip on a mask and into the role of the mysterious Kiki.
Jackson didn't want the birthday bash his twin brothers are throwing him, but his vow to ignore the rented stripper goes awry when she shows him exactly how far she's willing to go—for all three of them.
Audrey can't forget the sizzling heat between her and one sexy Kiowa in particular. Jackson. Trouble is, she's not sure if he wants the bold, brassy Kiki, or if he's ready for the wounded woman underneath. Excerpt:  (Copyright 2012, Myla Jackson. All rights reserved.)She only took one step before Jackson hooked her arm and pulled her back into the storeroom. He kicked shut the door, spun her to face him and then backed her against the wood panel.Her heart pounding, her vocal cords locking in her throat, Audrey stared up into the midnight-black, smoldering eyes of the Kiowa Indian. Every one of the Gray Wolf brothers had the signature hair and eyes, blacker than the night, and broad shoulders that filled any room they entered. But only Jackson captured her attention and held it so tightly she could barely breathe. He was strong, powerful and reeking of male testosterone. She wanted him to command her, to force her to submit to his every desire.Audrey fought to regain her breath, bad memories rising to the surface. Suddenly she felt the need to run before she did something she might regret, like fall for the guy. "I really should be getting back to work."He planted a hand against the door, effectively blocking any attempt on her part to escape. His brawny arm stretched beside her, the sun-kissed skin smelling of the outdoors and leather. "Do you work all the time?"Audrey's inner panic dissolved as her panties dampened, the stirrings of lust gripping her so strongly she couldn't shake it. "I could ask you the same thing." Was that really her voice, usually so strong and clear, now breathy and husky?"I'm here, aren't I?" He brushed a strand of her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear."Only as designated driver to your brothers." She leaned her face into his hand. "They're adults now. You didn't have to come.""And miss the opportunity to see you?"Her eyes narrowed. "Since when did you care if you saw me?"He inched closer, his lips hovering over hers, his knee pressing between her thighs. "Since forever.""Liar." Audrey flattened her hands against his chest with the intent to push him away. Instead, her fingers curled, dragging him nearer by the fabric of his chambray shirt.With his lips so near, Audrey couldn't think, couldn't breathe. When he didn't seal the kiss, she glanced up, her gaze meeting his."Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are as blue as a rain-washed summer sky?" His deep tone resonated against the cardboard boxes of liquor lining the storeroom walls.Audrey laughed, her stomach fluttering, her knees turning to liquid. "No.""Well, someone should. Because they are very beautiful." His mouth descended, crushing hers with the force of his kiss.She gasped, her lips parting to allow him inside.He swept past her teeth, delving deep to tangle and twist, thrusting in and out to the rhythm of lust. His fingers laced in her hair, tugging hard enough to make her scalp sting. The blasts of pain only made Audrey hotter.Her thighs clenched around Jackson's knee, her cunt rubbing along the rough denim of his jeans. She ached with the need to be naked, to feel his skin against hers.
Kindle Nook Samhain Publishing
About the Author Twenty years of livin' and lovin' on a South Texas ranch raising horses, cattle, goats, ostriches and emus left an indelible impression on Myla Jackson, one she likes to instill in her red-hot stories. Myla pens wildly sexy, fun adventures of all genres including historical westerns, medieval tales, romantic suspense, contemporary romance and paranormal beasties of all shapes and sexy sizes. She lives in the tree-covered hills of Northwest Arkansas with her husband of 20+ years and her muses— the human-wanna-be canines—Chewy and Sweetpea.
To learn more about Myla Jackson and her stories visit her website at www.mylajackson.com.
Books visiting the Ugly Stick Saloon: Sex Ed Boots and Chaps Dirty Tricks: One Up On You Dirty Tricks: Two Can Play That Game Dirty Tricks: Three's a Charm Dirty Tricks: Four Play Dirty Tricks: Five-Second Seduction Dirty Tricks: Six Degrees of Desperation(coming soon)Myla Jackson.................Sinfully Sexy*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* That Voodoo You Do (Alluring Tales Night Moves) - Kindle, ARe, Nook, etc. Five-Second Seduction(Dirty Tricks) - Kindle, ARe, Nook, etc. Boots and Chaps - Samhain Publishing  Body Snatchers  - Elloras Cave*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter

2012: My Resolutions for Fun & $$$!

Need an Italian lover?For 2012, I am into FUN and $$$.
To ensure the laughs and my fat wallet, I promise myself to:
1. GO AFTER PIRATES more often.  WEEKLY.
Hey, all these people are ripping me off to the tune of THOUSANDS of $$$. What if I came to their house and did that??? Besides, Congress--those folks who haven't worked all year but collected their $150,000 salaries--are debating Our Anti-Piracy Bill like it was an attack on business. SAY WHA? Yep. Google and their buddies are fighting this bill, saying it would "criminalize" their business. NEWS FLASH: Pirates have already criminalized it. Google needs to step back, THINK and get a new way to make a buck, not off my back!
2. ADVERTISE more.
Yeah. It costs. But people, time or money? I am only one people, have only a bit of time and some money (esp. if I kill these pirates, I'll have more)!
3. Love FACEBOOK and TWITTER more.  This stuff really works to get the old name out there.
Color me happy.
4. Stop cruising the net. 'nuf said.
5. Invite all of you to come to my blog to post! Often! Any time!
6. Go to the gym 3x a week.
I need it.
My office chair is wunderbar, but it does not ensure my a$$ is any skinnier.
7. My last Res. This I am offering a saying to you for your consideration as one of your resolutions. This one, I used as a kid when things were tough. And they often were, especially at holiday time.
What is it?
One I wish some of the HOUSEWIVES of X-city, the Kardiasians (sp.?) and Snooki, and all her generation would use, cuz they give me HIVES with their narcissism!
Don't criticize and Don't complain.
Use facts only.
And the pix at the top?
Shameless Self-promo.
My very first EC release about a lovely widow and a smokin' hot Italian stud.
My Sweet.
Mia Dolce! Go here for author page for all my EC books: www.jasminejade.com/m-560-cerise-deland.aspx

UNWRAPPING SCROOGE! What a man! Anne Holly's newest!

Bestselling author Kale McKinnon is a modern Scrooge – eccentric, misanthropic and reclusive, made bitter by the coldness of his wealthy family. But when optimistic Canadian graduate student Molly Gillis visits Oxford and invades his space, he realizes Christmas is about to change for him forever. But can he make her stay, and force himself to un-Scrooge enough to be the right man for her? For more info, see my holiday website: http://annehollyholiday.webs.com/christmastales.htm
Anne Holly is a Canadian writer of romance and erotic-romance, as well as a mother and teacher. She is the author of the novel  Strings Attached , which was described by The Romance Reviews as "a classic contemporary romance." She has been published by Wild Horse Press, Decadent Publishing and Rebel Ink Press, and in 2012 by Pink Petal Books. Anne's work is characterized by its unusual heroes, sweet/spicy balance, witty dialogue, responsible citizenship, and its positive, optimistic nature. She has found a particular niche in holiday romance. You may visit Anne at her blog or website, or find her on GoodReads, Facebook and Twitter  (@anneholly2010). Sign up for her newsletter here. Email her at anneholly2010@gmail.com.And today, Anne gives us a family recipe for the holidays: A Family Favourite: ShortbreadAnne Holly
Part of the December holidays for me growing up in rural Nova Scotia was my mother's delicious, coma-inducing shortbread biscuits (cookies, in other parlance).
Nova Scotia is a wonderful mixture of German, Loyalist, French, Native, Scots-Irish, English, etc, etc, cultures, which has evolved in a very distinct local cuisine, in which carrot pie sits beside lobster, grape nut ice cream and seaweed stew. In my family, we had significant British/Irish influences on the things we ate, especially at the holidays.
Shortbread is a pretty English thing, and always made an appearance at Christmas – we were not the richest folks, and I think the rich cookies cost too much in butter to make all year around.
In my books, foods always make an appearance, and in my Decadent Publishing novella, Unwrapping Scrooge, the heroine, Molly, a good Nova Scotian girl, eats shortbread during her Christmas in England, bringing back memories of home.
So, try this one out. Especially wonderful with a glass of cider or eggnog, or a nice cup of hot cocoa!
Easy Shortbread
1 cup soft butter (unsalted if you're health conscious, though my mum used salted)1/2 cup confectioners' sugar1/4 cup cornstarch1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
Preheat oven to 190*C (375*F), while you furiously stir up that butter - or whip it with an egg beater. Stir in the sugar, cornstarch, and flour as you go, keeping it smooth and even. It should become like a fluffy, lumpless, paste. Spoon dollops of the dough on an ungreased cookie sheet, about two inches apart. Bake for 12 to 15 minutes. The cookies should stay white, with maybe some toasted colour at the edges, but they need to be somewhat hard. Cool on racks before storing. This recipe should make about twenty cookies, but this will depend on your dollop size.
Now, these are clearly not the best of diet foods, but you can adjust the nutrition and sinfulness by choosing your butter carefully. However, barring any major health issues, I say live a little and enjoy a full-fat, full-flavour cookie. It's only once a year, and if you offer a dish of these up at a gathering it's unlikely you'll be able to steal more than one!
Thanks to my mum for the recipe.
Enjoy, and happy holidays!- AH

YUM YUM YUM. What else do you need? TODAY! Cold Nights, Hot Bodies!

All my life I've been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn't bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he'll have to keep up.Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who's pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways.
RUN, DO NOT WALK TO BUY THIS ONE: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9705-cold-nights-hot-bodies.aspx   
So Like you need a nibble?????? GEEZ. WHY?????  sheesh.
Here it is anyway!

Copyright © LILY HARLEM, 2011 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc."I want you, Shane, I want you to take my virginity.""Ashley, are you sure?""More than sure." Over his pants, I rubbed my palm up the length of his erection, marveling at its solidity and size. "Please don't leave, not now, because that would be the worst thing to have ever happened in my life. That would be something I could never undo." And it was certainly something that didn't happen in my books.Suddenly his lips hit down on mine, strong and assertive. "If it's really what you want then I'm not going anywhere." He breathed into my mouth. "Except to bed…with you, right now.""Yes, yes, it's what I want." My stomach flipped with excitement. I'd persuaded him to stay. I'd grabbed my opportunity―quite literally.Letting go of his erection, I looped my hands around his neck, pressing the entire length of my body into his until his cock was squeezed tight between us. My heart thumped and my skin was alive with new, interesting, wild sensations."I told you, it's been a while for me," he said, pulling back to look at my face. "Your vampish little virgin thing may have me reaching the finish line early if you're not careful.""I'm sure we can make more than one finish line."He chuckled and I sensed the last shred of tension and uncertainty leave him. "Yeah, you're right." He smoothed his hands to the back of my bra. "We have all night and we're well and truly snowed in so what's the rush?" He undid the clasp with a finely tuned movement and the lacy cups fell from my breasts."No rush," I murmured even though impatience was bubbling like a cauldron deep within me.His gaze drifted downward. "You have great tits," he said. "Pert and pretty." He stroked his thumbs over my nipples. They twisted into tight buds, as if straining for more of his attention. "Has anyone even done this to you before?" he asked."No," I said on a shaky breath, watching his every move the way a hawk watches a mouse. "Never.""So I'm guessing no one has done this either." He bent and kissed over the rise of my right breast, his soft lips inquisitive as he traced the mound."No," I managed.Shifting his shoulders, he pulled my erect nipple deep into his hot mouth.I buried my hands in his thick mop of hair. "God, no," I gasped. "Not that either."He switched to the other breast and used his hands to feed my hypersensitive flesh gently into his mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head to the ceiling, it felt divine, warm and wet, tingly and strong. His tongue was injecting white-hot lust into my veins."Ah, you're sweet all over," he said, straightening and pulling me close again. My damp breasts pressed against his scratchy chest. "I'm going to make this right for you, Ashley. I'm honored you've chosen me. You won't regret it.""I know." I touched my fingertips to his stubbled jawline. "I know, Shane. I trust you."With one quick movement he scooped me into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck as his strength surrounded me. He began to walk toward the bedroom."We're not doing it on the sofa?" I asked."No, we'll do the sofa later, your first time should definitely be in bed," he said, stepping through the doorway. His eyes widened. "And wow, what a bed."I glanced at the four-poster. Huge and luxurious, it did look the perfect place to lose my virginity.Shane carried me over and set me down so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. I watched in silence as he moved the darkly wrapped chocolate from the pillow and placed it on the bedside table.Straightening, he looked down at me, his gaze so hot it was like a lick of flame across my bare flesh. He frowned and took a leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a green-foil-wrapped condom. "I've only got one," he said, "but when we need more there's a machine in the gents' downstairs."I nodded, pleased he was thinking about contraception and safety. I couldn't, anticipation of what was going to happen in the next few minutes had taken over my brain. I was buzzing all over. It was as if I was in my own novel, I was the heroine and he the hero. And my goodness, what a perfectly exquisite hero I'd been blessed with.Shane toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Reached for the button on his pants and yanked the zip free. He pushed them down, stepping out and kicking the knot of black material to one side.I sat motionless, just staring at the big bulge tenting his navy cotton boxers."You okay?" he asked, stilling in front of me.Clearing my throat, I looked up his long, lean body shrouded in shadows from the one low lamp in the room. His abdominal muscles were faintly defined, his pectoral muscles square and his nipples small, dark discs. "Yes, I'm fine."He stepped closer. His groin came level to my face and the heady scent of his skin radiated toward me.Desperate to touch him, I traced the line of fine silky hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxers.He tensed.I glanced up at his face. "Can I?" I asked.The corner of one side of his mouth twitched. "Be my guest."AND JUST CUZ you and I both need this, here he is LARGER, baby, LARGER!

Costume designer, my heroine of SANTA, CUTIE (#2 on bestseller list at ARe!)

The most fun I have ever had researching a book was for SANTA, CUTIE's heroine, Susanna Corrigan.  Yes. I had to travel. Ouuie. I had to party, dine, gamble, stay in fab.u.lous suite and ask questions of people.
What does Susanna do?
She is a costume designer for a Shakespearean Festival. For this, she must be artful in rendering vibrant clothing which can be discarded quickly for changes, yet be accurate to time, place AND conflict and character for The Bard's plays.
I came across her in...of all places...Las Vegas where I knew she initially served as the warder for mimes in a famous resort hotel in Sin City. Perhaps you recognize these places?
 

Here you see a few of those mimes I think she dressed:

TODAY, SANTA, CUTIE debuts! Need a nibble of my newest cherry?

Of course you do!

Susanna Corrigan believes in Santa Claus. Always did. So a Christmas-time flight to Alaska for a one night stand with a man chosen for her is a perfect gift. Fun and great sex with Mr. Right Now fits her bill for no strings, no commitments.Then hunky Gil Santana laughs with her, buys her dinner and take her dancing–and Susanna asks herself if she can resist the temptation to make Gil more than a temporary affair.
Your nibble: (Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.)

Gil Santana promised himself one more lap in the pool before he treated himself to lunch and for a chaser, a snifter of Armagnac. He extended his arm in the pool, ready to push off once more, but his eyes snagged on movement at the far doors. His gaze glued to the perfect vision who walked through them and his mouth fell open.Through the ladies' spa entrance came a female who took his breath away. The way she walked. Like a queen. The way she pushed back her shoulder-length hair into a ponytail and rubbed her hands together in glee like a kid eager to jump in the creek on a hot summer day. She was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman he'd seen here at the resort or in fact, anywhere.Even in Hollywood.Hey, Santana, that is the plan, man. You're here to find a woman who isn't like the aggressive types in Los Angeles. So what if this one strikes you as….Luscious.He blinked. She strolled to a lounge chair and inched out of her flip-flops.Five-five or so. Red hair. Lush, wavy hair the color of merlot. Never-from-a-bottle, intoxicating red hair. Oval face. Dark eyes. Damn! What color?She looked around. Didn't spot him, thank goodness. Then she smiled to herself. Padded over to the shallow end, stuck her toes in the water, and grinned.He swallowed hard and didn't make a move. He wanted to enjoy her. She shook back her hair and pulled at the bottom of her suit. Snapped it beneath the crease of her gorgeous, firm ass and took the steps down slowly into the water. She was quite incredibly lovely.Quite incredibly built.Madre Mia. With breasts. Half moons. Nipples pebbled beneath the white spandex of her conservative, one-piece suit. Hips like God should give all women. And thighs. Trim. Knees. Cute. Long, long, long legs.Down boy. His cock did not obey. And Gil had to agree with the big guy. This woman was worth the salute.Stop it, Santana. You act like a drooling teenager.Yeah, but, wow, did he hope she was his for this 1Night Stand thing.How could she be?Yeah, true.She looks exactly like the type you don't want. She looks like a wannabe movie star who'll do anything to get a part. Including wearing a sign, Casting Couches R Us.Visit my website for more goodies: http://www.cerisedeland.com

SANTA, CUTIE, I want a MAN in my stocking!

For a gal like Susanna Corrigan who always believed in Santa Claus, refusing to keep his gift of a perfect man would be rude? And foolish, right?

SANTA, HONEY, I want a MAN down my chimney for Christmas!

Remember that sultry Eartha Kitt song?  SANTA, BABY , is just what Susanna Corrigan craves for the Holidays! This is one grrrreat fun-filled holiday song and here are a few stanzas:

Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for meBeen an awful good girlSanta baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Santa baby, a '54 convertible too, light blueI'll wait up for you dear Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight
Think of all the fun I've missedThink of all the fellas that I haven't kissedNext year I could be just as goodIf you'd check off my Christmas listBoo doo bee doo!"

For a gal like Susanna Corrigan who always believed in Santa Claus, refusing to keep his gift of a perfect man would be rude? And foolish, right?