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Guest Blogger: Robin Badillo

Blurb:

Noah Donner had it all, good looks, great job and a kick-ass gift. As a special breed of shifter, every Christmas Eve he assisted Santa as one of his famous reindeer. A lover of all women, he’s the quintessential playboy. But all that changed within weeks of Christmas, when he found himself drawn to another reindeer shifter, Mira Prancer.

Not exactly sleek reindeer material, full-figured Mira took pride in her gift as a shifter. Usually a timid wallflower, Mira suddenly learns she’s Noah’s latest target and after a drunken night of unexpected passion, they find themselves in a quandary.

Can these two love-struck shifters play nice? Or will this little Reindeer Game require a little magic?

Adult Excerpt

His gravelly timbre sent shockwaves pulsating across her throbbing clit.

She sucked air through her teeth and pinched at her nipples, for no other reason than to remind herself she wasn’t dreaming.

“Tell me.” Her breathing quickened, matching the accelerated beat of her heart.

Noah laughed with what sounded like devilish intent. He ran his hand up her inner thigh and playfully cupped her crotch, pressing in a little harder along the slit until the lacy fabric grazed her sensitive nub.

Mira shuddered and chewed her bottom lip. Her fingers found the swirls of dark hair atop his head and when he hiked up her skirt and began kissing her inner thigh, her instincts kicked in and she urged him on. “Oh, yeah.”

“You like that?” His hungry growl made her tremble even more.

Mira moaned then slipped her hand down the front of her panties.

Noah groaned. “That’s it.” He grasped the fabric of her thong at her hips and tugged them down, a little rougher than necessary, which only excited Mira more.

Her middle finger invaded her seam and she quaked as her fingernail nicked her swollen clit.

Noah’s hot breath spilled across the delicate skin of her folds, followed by a stiffened flick of his tongue, competing with her fingers for the job.

Mira relented and moved her hand away, surrendering herself to his will.

Noah suckled her pussy and playfully teased her clit with the tip of his tongue.

She could hardly remain standing as her knees weakened.

He cupped the back of her legs, gripping her right below her ass, spreading her cheeks as his fingertips playfully invaded her from behind.

Mira gasped as he sucked harder and nibbled her now burning nub. “Fuck meee.” It was more of a sigh than a command, but Noah must have taken it at face value, because he slid his fingers inside her slickened channel then plunged deeper.

“Wait.” Mira eased around to the sofa with Noah following her every move while still on his knees. She sat down and scooted forward, allowing her ass to hang off the edge. Mira spread her legs wide, inviting him to pleasure her properly. “Now.” Where in the hell did this confidence come from?

“You are so fucking hot.” He roughly gripped her thighs, leaned in, and kissed her.

Her own salty essence flooded her tongue and she sucked his harder.

Noah chuckled deep. “Naughty little vixen.”

Mira laughed. “I think you’re a little confused. I’m Prancer, not Vixen.”

He sucked her left nipple. “Trust me. I know exactly who you are.” Noah nudged her back, settled between her legs, and spread her thighs even wider.

Mira looked down her body, past her plump curves, and watched intently as Noah’s mouth pleasured her. She splayed shaky fingers through his hair and encouraged him to suck harder.

He slid one finger inside her, then two, and pumped feverishly as he lapped away her cream. “So fucking sweet.”

Mira’s eyes rolled back. Overwhelmed by her climax, she bucked beneath his laboring mouth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Electricity zapped across her skin and skittered up her spine.

Noah grunted and sucked wildly as she exploded in his mouth.

Her body jerked and her vision dimmed. This was not at all how she’d expected her night to end.

New Release: Reindeer Games – Cupid

Yay – another release day! Yes, that’s right, my third book to come out this month (following A Taste of London and The Sweetest Revenge) is Reindeer Games: Cupid. It’s an erotic romance about Cassius Cupid, who just happens to be a shifter, and one of Santa’s reindeer. It’s part of the Reindeer Games series, which also contains books from my fellow Wickedly Sexy Writers.

Here’s the blurb:

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

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

Has Cupid finally met his match?

And an excerpt:

Chapter One

Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.

Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.

He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.

He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.

Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.

Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.

He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.

The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.

The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.

As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.

Intrigued? See the book page to get your copy of Reindeer Games: Cupid, or add it to your Goodreads shelves.

New Release: A Ghost for Christmas by Kacey Hammell

After receiving a long weekend at an elegant hotel beside the majestic Niagara Falls as a Christmas gift, Jodie Gibson is determined to do nothing but relax and enjoy the scenery. And, okay, just maybe meet someone who makes her toes curl.

Sebastian is sophisticated, tall, dark and gorgeous–everything a woman fantasizes about. But he’s also an 18th century ghost. He haunts the halls of the hotel, seeking the one true love that can help him find peace…

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell

As she peered into the reflective glass, a face appeared behind her. Jodie whipped around and fell back against the window.

Oh my fucking God!

Before her, in what looked like a shimmering bubble, stood the most breathtakingly beautiful man she’d ever seen. Dressed in a white shirt and black pants, he had dark unruly hair and striking, magnetic blue eyes that held her in place.

Jodie blinked, uncertain, scared and breathless.

How was it possible? She’d read the newspaper clippings, yes, but it was unimaginable to think ghosts might actually walk among the living.

Not everything made sense. She only believed in things that could actually be seen, felt and touched. This seemed surreal.

Stunned by the apparition before her, dressed in what looked like centuries-old clothes straight out of Esquire, he seemed to look straight through her, and his smile warmed her clear to her toes. Lord, she was in trouble.

“Hello.” Soft and gravelly, his voice alone seduced her…all the way to her toes. Her body quivered and her center tightened.

Whoa. What the hell am I thinking?  There’s a ghost in front of me and I’m ready to jump his bones. Not bloody likely.

“What are you doing here? Get out.  I don’t care who you are, you’re leaving, right now.”

He frowned. “No need to be frightened.  I’ve been here for centuries.”

Jodie laughed, and not one to wilt like a scared little girl, stood tall. “This is all a joke.” She looked around, up and down, and all over the room. “Are there hidden cameras somewhere?  Hey, Ashton, if you’re behind the camera, you can come out now.  I’ve been Punk’d good. Thanks and all, but I’d like to get on with my evening without you.”

“Who is this Ashton? What is a punk?  A rake, perhaps?” he asked.

Jodie squinted.  “A rake?”  She hadn’t ever heard that term spoken, but had read it in historical romances. No one talked like that these days. “No. Never mind, it’s not important. Listen, I just want you to go. I want to enjoy my evening.”

His smile was gentle. “I’m sorry, my dear, but this evening every decade is the only time I am visible to the human eye. I never miss a chance to watch the Falls.”

Every decade…

“You’re telling me you do this every ten years? How old are you?”

“I was born in 1781. That makes me—”

“Two hundred thirty-one,” Jodie whispered, legs weak. She grabbed the back of the chair nearby and sat down. Were such things even possible?

Jesus.

An eighteenth century ghost stood before her.

Merry Christmas to me.

 

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Sunday Snog/Blissekiss Under the Mistletoe – Cupid

It’s time for a very special Sunday Snog! This one is part of Blissemas and is a Blissekiss event. Which means… as well as getting some super hot snogging action, you can also win prizes!

The awesome Blisses are giving away a bundle of print books as a grand prize and all comments on all blogs will go into the draw to win the Kindle Fire, too. So make sure to leave a comment – there’s lots at stake!

So, without further ado, here’s my snog. It’s another one from my Christmas release, Reindeer Games: Cupid. It’s actually set in early January, but there’s definitely a holiday vibe about it! There are also several other books in the Reindeer Games series to check out!

“Okay. Dinner’s on. Can I get you a drink?”

 

“Yes, I thought something smelled nice. What are we having?”

 

Having recovered some of his composure, Cassius replied, “Oysters to start, salmon for main course, and watermelon for dessert.”

 

He watched as Carina frowned, then after a beat a smile spread across her face. “Ha ha, very funny. So desperate to get me into bed that you’re serving three courses of aphrodisiacs, are you?”

 

“Yep,” he said, grinning. He loved the fact that Carina’s intelligence had resulted in her seeing through his joke almost instantly. They often teased one another that way; their senses of humour were very similar, as were their interests, and it meant they rarely ran out of things to talk about.

 

Carina stood up and walked over to him, slid a hand around his waist and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Blood rushed to Cassius’ cock and he went from nought to naughty in less than ten seconds. He loved that she had such a powerful effect on him, but if they carried on much longer, they’d end up forgetting all about dinner.

 

He needn’t have worried. Carina pulled away from their kiss before it got too heavy. Looking him in the eyes, she murmured, “I thought you knew I was a sure thing tonight?”

 

After a desperate scrabble to get some kind of function back to his brain, Cassius replied. “I did. That’s why we’re having pate, beef wellington and cheesecake. And the second two are homemade.”

 

“Really?” she said, giving his ass a cheeky squeeze before sitting back down on the sofa. “I never knew you were such a skilled chef.”

 

“You don’t know that I am. It could be bloody awful. Speaking of which, I’d better go and check on it. Drink?”

Check out the blurb and buy links here - it’s available from 17th December, and you can add it to your Goodreads shelves here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Victoria’s site and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted and get commenting in order to be in with a chance of winning some awesome prizes.

Candy Cane Kink Giveaway Hop

Welcome to the Candy Cane Kink Giveaway Hop! This is where you’ll be hopping from blog to blog, entering giveaways to win Christmas and/or Kink prizes! My prize combines a bit of both Christmas and Kink – check out the Rafflecopter to find out what you can win, and how. Then carry on hopping through all the other sites.

But first, I’d like to share a snippet from my Christmas release, Reindeer Games: Cupid, which is a paranormal erotic romance, and comes out on the 17th December. You can find out more about it here, and add it to your Goodreads shelves here.

Chapter One

Cassius Cupid woke with a start, and then sat bolt upright in his bed. Shit, I’m going to be late! was his first thought.

Milliseconds later his brain switched on, and he remembered. He was on holiday. Flopping back onto the warm mattress and pillows with a contented sigh, he smiled. No work for fourteen whole days—it was going to be utter bliss. He stretched, relishing the feeling it created in his sleep-softened muscles. Ahhh…this is the life.

He knew he wouldn’t go back to sleep—hell, it was eight o’clock, which was practically the middle of the day for someone in his profession—so Cassius fell to thinking about how he was going to spend his day, not to mention the several others in front of him. God knew he deserved to relax and have some fun. He’d just emerged from the busiest part of his year, and he was more than ready to do some chilling out.

He enjoyed his job as a postman—he really did—but the Christmas period was a total killer. He idly wondered how many cards and presents he’d delivered over the past few weeks. It didn’t bear thinking about. Once you factored in the festive period itself, the weird few days between Christmas and New Year, and then the flurry of mail that got sent when everyone went back to work properly at the beginning of January, he’d racked up some serious deliveries. And that was before you even thought about his other job—which was for just one day a year, but was arguably more important than the other 364 put together.

Cassius—or Cupid, as he was known to his boss and colleagues in his second, but most important job—was not only a regular postman for the Royal Mail, but also a reindeer. For a single day of the year, Cassius had the supernatural power to transform into one of Santa’s faithful steeds and help pull that famous magical sleigh, delivering presents to excited children the world over.

Therefore, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Cassius really did eat, sleep and breathe deliveries, but not for the next fourteen days. All he planned to do was watch some TV, read some books, maybe go out hiking, meet some friends… basically anything that wasn’t delivering something to someone. Hey, he might even receive something through the post himself—preferably not the usual crap; bills and junk mail. He didn’t hold out much hope.

He lounged in bed for another ten minutes before realising he was lying there just for the sake of it. Being on holiday didn’t have to equal staying in bed all day—and certainly not for someone as active as him. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbed his glasses and put them on. Throwing off his thick duvet, he walked to his bedroom window and peeked out through the curtains, immediately glad of the effective central heating he and his housemate had forked out to have installed the previous year.

The outside world was covered in a thick layer of snow, and Cassius was mightily glad that he wasn’t out delivering letters and parcels. The stuff was treacherous enough without having to carry a heavy bag up and down driveways, paths, and pavements — most of which either hadn’t been cleared, or had been cleared badly, leaving incredibly slippery patches of ground for an unsuspecting postie to come across. God knows he’d gone down enough times, but, much to his relief, nobody had ever seen him do it. He’d always been relatively unharmed—excerpt for his pride, of course—and had been able to scramble back to his feet and carry on.

The eerie silence outside was broken by the rumble of an engine, and Cassius turned his head to look up the street—he lived in a cul-de-sac, so he knew that’s where the vehicle would come from—and watched as a delivery van made its way slowly and carefully down the road. He hoped the driver was sensible enough to try and steer over the thickest parts of the snow—the more people went over and over the same patches, packing it down, the more the road surface resembled an ice rink. And since the cul-de-sac was on a slight hill, it was easy enough to get stuck. He’d seen it so many times—even going outside one time last winter to suggest the driver go down to the bottom of the road, turn around and try reversing up the hill—an almost foolproof plan for vans with rear-wheel drive. He’d gotten a big thumbs-up for that suggestion as the driver finally got to the junction where the road became flat, and went on his merry way.

As the van drew closer to his house, he saw that the driver was a woman. That would explain her cautious driving—he’d never admit it to one of his drinking buddies, but women were far superior when it came to driving in adverse weather conditions. He even thought he’d seen some survey containing statistics that proved it.

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Give a Reader a Reader!

Welcome to my day on the Give a Reader a Reader giveaway hop – the fantastic event organised by Decadent Publishing and several of its authors. It’s such an awesome giveaway, I’m gutted I can’t enter for myself. Basically, as you can see from the graphic on the left, you can win a Nook eReader for a friend (US peeps only, I’m afraid) and 45 Decadent Publishing eBooks for both of you (which is International) – how cool is that?!

So, I guess you want to know what you have to do to enter this giveaway? Well, it’s simple. Just check out the blurb for my latest Decadent Publishing release, super hot erotic story, Raising the Bar, then answer the question underneath in the comments. Don’t forget to use the Rafflecopter, too, to make sure your entry counts. Good luck! After you’ve entered, scroll down to see the other participants and check out their posts, too. The more comments you post, the higher your chances of winning!

When Kayleigh takes a gap year before starting University, she decides she’s going to stay away from guys and just concentrate on having fun and experiencing life. That means going through a lot of batteries, but she’s happy and satisfied.

That is, until she gets to Spain on her travels and meets her new co-worker, Luciano. The scorching hot Spaniard soon has Kayleigh’s knickers in a twist— literally—and the time they spend together seriously raises the bar for her sex life. How will any other man ever compare?

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

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Question: Where does Kayleigh meet Luciano?

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Book Review: Bad Angels by Rebecca Chance

Bad Angels was sent to me for review by the publisher, and I’m very glad they did. It’s not quite what you’d call erotica – I believe it’s classed as a bonkbuster. Basically, it contains sex scenes which are a little graphic, but not too full on.

The book tells the story of a luxury apartment building in London, which houses celebrities, oligarchs and other people who have the ridiculous amount of cash required to live there. There’s also a very high quality plastic surgery clinic next door, and it owns some of the apartments so those who wish to recuperate in extreme privacy may do so – and there are also nurses at hand to administer their after care. It’s Christmas time, and there’s an awful lot happening in Limehouse Wharf. Broken hearts, divorce, marriage, attempted assassinations, love, unexpected love… it’s all going on.

I really enjoyed Bad Angels. I haven’t read anything by Rebecca Chance before, but I’ll definitely seek out her work in the future. Her writing flows really well, it’s very engaging and the humour thrown in had me laughing out loud on more than one occasion. It’s a long book, but it certainly didn’t feel that way – each chapter had me eager to read the next, to find out if the residents and staff of Limehouse Wharf had a happy Christmas and New Year. Definitely recommended if you like your books with sex, scandal and humour.

Available from:

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Waterstones***

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More New Releases!

Wow – it’s a busy week! I’m in two new Cleis Press anthologies, out today!

Best Women’s Erotica 2013, edited by Violet Blue contains my story Meet Me at the Spanish Steps. For a long, long time I’ve aspired to be included between the pages of one of Violet’s anthologies, and this is my year. Let’s hope it’s not a one-off!

Here’s the blurb:

Ignite Your Erotic Imagination

Violet Blue is on a mission. With the aim to entertain you with the sexiest, smartest women’s erotica anywhere, she will trigger your erotic imagination. From the sweetly romantic to the bold and daring, each of the eighteen stories in Best Women’s Erotica 2013 provides the spark to your flame.

The shy, redheaded heroine of Valerie Alexander’s “Night School” explores her very kinky desires with an unlikely submissive while working at a small-town hotel. In Krissy Kneen’s “Susanna,” a virgin enjoys her first taste of lust and learns that the true language of love has very little to do with words. A burly mechanic rescues the Assistant D.A. and her broken-down car but makes her ear the favor in Jenny Lyn’s “The Tow Job.”

Best Women’s Erotica 2013 is a playbook of delectably sexy scenarios to add to your sensual repertoire. Award-winning editor Violet Blue presents “explicit sex at the dizzying heights of exquisite fantasy with the lights on, and you, the reader, get to see everything.”

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/best-womens-erotica-2013/

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Also, I’m delighted to be included in Best Bondage Erotica, edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel, for the second year running! Best Bondage Erotica 2013 contains my story, Feeling the Heat. I actually received my author copies of this book today and have been gazing at them adoringly. Exciting stuff!

Here’s the blurb:

Some say bondage is the ultimate intimacy. Once you have allowed yourself to fully explore your fantasies of giving in and surrendering to pleasure, you may find you need a firm but gentle hand to guide you. Let Best Bondage Erotica 2013 be your guidebook of everything BDSM. Editrix Rachel Kramer Bussel and her writers put it all out on the page in stories using everything from silk ties rope to shiny cuffs, blindfolds, wires and everything you can imagine and MORE. Best Bondage Erotica 2013 offers erotic insight for newbies and experienced players alike. These stories of forbidden desires and sexual fantasies, penned by the “masters and mistresses” of the genre, will shock, scintillate, and mesmerize.

More info, excerpt and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/best-bondage-erotica-2013/

I hope you enjoy these kinky reads!

New Release: Seven Deadly Sins

Are you ready to sin? I certainly hope so, because the Seven Deadly Sins anthology is here! Dreamt up way back in March, as myself, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse and K D Grace sat around a hotel bar table late at night, this book has been a long time coming. Once the idea was conceived, there was no ignoring it. The four of us immediately jumped at the idea, then as we all got back to work the following week it became very real. We pulled in three other author buddies and took one sin each. I’d already snapped up Pride, and as Lily Harlem suggested I make mine a lesbian piece, I did just that.

My story is called The Sweetest Revenge (which is also available as a standalone story), and here’s a bit more about it:

Abigail’s had a crush on Mackenzie the motorcycle courier for months, but Mackenzie doesn’t even know she exists. Nothing exists for Mackenzie, though, except for her pride and joy – her Ducati Monster.

After an unpleasant encounter, Abigail decides to get her own back on Mackenzie – in the worst possible way. Despite the pleas of her colleagues, Abigail plans to hide Mackenzie’s precious motorbike, and take the haughty bitch down a peg or two.

Naturally, when Mackenzie discovers her bike is gone, there are fireworks. It’s April 1st, so she suspects trickery rather than criminal activity, but that doesn’t mean the person responsible will be getting off lightly…

All the stories in this erotic anthology are illustrated, but it turned out that my illustration is the one allowed for promotional purposes. So here’s a sneak peek. If you want to see the rest of the illustrations, you’ll have to buy a print copy, or grab your eBook copy from Waterstones, as most retailers don’t allow the images – as you can see, they’re very rude!

The way Mackenzie’s breathing had increased hinted to Abigail that the other woman wasn’t unaffected by their proximity, but she wasn’t quite as weak-kneed. “Well, how about we wipe the slate clean, and start again?”



“Okay, that sounds great to me.”



“You haven’t heard my terms yet.”



“Terms?”



“Yes, for wiping the slate clean. It doesn’t happen just like that”—she clicked her fingers—”with me, you know. I like to make things a little more fun.”



The look on Mackenzie’s face seemed to indicate that her fun wasn’t of the sweet and innocent kind. Suddenly, she pulled away from Abigail and walked back towards her bike. She reached into the helmet which was still hanging from one of the handlebars and pulled out her gloves. Flicking them back and forth in her hand, she said, “So, you up for some fun?” Then, just in case Abigail had had any doubts as to what she was talking about, she thwacked the gloves against her palm, and grinned widely at the older woman.



Abigail opened her mouth but couldn’t seem to make any sound come out. Did she seriously mean…? Here?



“Well?” Mackenzie indicated the seat of her bike. “I’ll be gentle. It’s clearly your first time.”



Abigail was still too stunned to correct her. She had, in fact, been spanked before. A few times. And she’d enjoyed it. But it had been nothing too heavy, and certainly not with leather gloves. And absolutely, one hundred per cent not bent over a motorcycle in a public place!



“Come on,” the redhead said, waving the gloves once more. “No one will see. That door is shut, and nobody is going to come wandering around the side of the building any time soon, are they? That’s why you hid my bike here in the first place, wasn’t it? Go on,” she wheedled, “just six of the best, and all will be forgiven.”



Abigail finally found her voice. “And what do I get to do to you in return?”



Mackenzie wiggled her eyebrows and grinned wickedly. “Anything you like.”



“Anything?”



“Yep. I’m a pretty adventurous kind of a girl.”

Intrigued? You should be. My story nestles in this super hot anthology alongside tawdry tales from K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse, Lexie Bay, Rebecca Bond and Sarah Masters. But watch out, your fingers might get scorched! You can also grab my standalone story here: The Sweetest Revenge.

Sh! Christmas Pleasure Hunt

So, several authors with much help and organisation from Kristina Lloyd (and Remittance Girl, who created the lovely banner above) are taking part in the Sh! Christmas Pleasure Hunt. There are many prizes to be won, including books, eBooks and something very special indeed from the lovely ladiez at Sh!

All you have to do is follow the instructions on the launch posts from Sh! and Kristina Lloyd, hopping through the various blogs taking part in order to collect the information you need, and, voilà! Fun and filth all at once – what could be better?

I’m giving away two print anthologies to the winner, and one to the runner up, as well as some swag (providing the winners are in the UK – if not, prizes will be eBooks). Good luck!