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The Gift Beneath The Tree - Full Story

Coming December 3rd, a free anthology from Beachwalk Press and it will feature my story, The Gift Beneath The Tree. By clicking read more below, you can go ahead and read the whole story now, before it releases!

I ask that if you click read more, you're agreeing that you're over the age of 18 because it does have a spicy little sex scene! Enjoy, and be sure to look for this book on the 3rd for more stories from the Beachwalk Press authors!

To see all the stories, visit HERE The Gift Beneath The Tree Copyright 2012, Lacey Wolfe Tara took a long drink from her glass of wine. It was Christmas Eve, and she was alone. Well, not really. Her roommate Brad was there, and to her surprise, this year he was single too. Brad was one of those gorgeous men who was never without a girl hanging around. Though, her being alone…that was nothing new. She’d been having a dry spell the past six months. Perhaps she was too picky, but she liked to think it was just high expectations.

“Are you going to your mom’s tomorrow?” Brad asked as they sat in the dimly lit living room.

Tara glanced around at the decorations. This year they’d gotten a real tree. Nothing huge, but it reminded her of her childhood. Each day when she came home, she enjoyed the smell of the pine welcoming her. “Not this year. She’s got a new boyfriend, and I don’t really want to hang out with them.”

“I guess that would be weird.”

“You think? Mom and Dad have only been divorced six months. I can’t see her with someone else yet.”

Even in her mid-twenties, her parents getting divorced had been hard on her. They had waited until her little brother left for college and then separated. Tara assumed they’d made it work for them, so once all the kids left the nest, they went their separate ways. But thinking back, it never seemed as though they were unhappy. Then again, she was young and had no reason to look for those types of things.

“You know eventually you’ll have to, right?” Brad said.

“Maybe not. If I play it right, I may never have to.”

Brad laughed. Tara always liked the way he sounded when he did. He had one of those laughs that was animated and contagious. She couldn’t help but smile, even as she tried her best to suppress her own giggle.

“So, what about you? Plans?” Tara winked at him.

“Yup, very special ones.”

“Ooo, sounds promising. Are you going to share?” Maybe she was wrong about him not having someone in his life.

He shook his head and smirked. “Nope, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Tara picked up the wine bottle and topped her glass off. She held it out to see if he wanted more, and he leaned forward for her to add the white liquid to his glass. “Sometimes you’re so secretive.” She set the bottle down.

“Don’t you like that about me?”

There was a lot Tara liked about Brad, but that was her own secret. She’d had the hots for Brad from the moment she’d met him five years ago, but they’d always stayed in ‘friends’ territory. Often she wished she was more outgoing and could just offer herself to him, but if he rejected her, their friendship would go out the window. Tara wanted to at least be friends with him. So, she settled with where their relationship was, even though it was pure torture when he brought a woman home for a wild night.

Thank God for earplugs.

“I guess we better put out the cookies and milk for Santa,” Tara joked.

Brad leaned back in his chair and asked, “What are you hoping the jolly ol’ man will bring you this year?”

“Hmmm, let me think. How about a pony? I never did get one of those growing up.” Tara giggled.

“Would you settle for a stallion?”

Tara cocked an eyebrow at him. “I could certainly ride one of those.”

Brad swirled the liquid in his glass and gazed at her. She suddenly felt self-conscious. Had he ever looked at her that way before…as though she was edible? Wait—why was he looking at her like that?

Either she was imagining things or he’d had too much wine. Brad had never shown any interest in her as anything more than a close friend.

“What do you want Santa to bring you?” she asked.

“He already brought mine.”

“Lucky you, he delivered early.”

“Not quite yet.”

Something was different in his tone, causing a shiver to run down her spine and spread to her center. Taking a long drink, she wondered if she’d had too much wine, since it felt like he was coming on to her.

“I should probably go to bed.” Tara set her glass down.

“So early?” He stuck his bottom lip out, looking adorable. “We usually stay up late on Christmas Eve.” He moved to the seat next to her on the couch. “Don’t you want to stay up with me?”

She gulped. Yes! But she was feeling awfully amorous and feared that if he didn’t make a move on her, she might make one on him. It would be so humiliating if he shot her down. He’d probably laugh at the idea that she thought he was coming on to her.

It was best to go to bed.

“I’m tired,” she said. “All this holiday cheer has worn me out more than I expected. Guess I’m getting old.”

She lingered a few minutes, waiting to see if he’d make a move, but he didn’t. So Tara went to her room, closing the door behind her. Relief swept through her that although she was apparently losing her mind, he wasn’t.

She changed into a pair of Christmas pajamas. It was silly, she was in her mid-twenties, and she still put on something for the holidays before bed. She brushed her hair and looked at herself in her white cami top with a candy cane in the center. You were never told old to hope Santa brought something good.

Turning the light off, she climbed into bed. She forced her eyes closed and prayed sleep would come. But her mind was running a mile a minute. Going to dream world wasn’t going to happen.

She picked her smart phone up off her nightstand and opened one of her reading apps. Perhaps she could read until she fell asleep, but as she scrolled through her books, nothing was catching her eye. She loaded up the online bookstore and found herself browsing holiday erotic romance stories. She was horny, but not even one of these books was going to help with the ache she had between her legs.

Tara set the phone down and let out a loud sigh. She wanted to go out there, lay underneath the tree in only a ribbon, and perhaps Brad would untie her. Even for just one night, that’s all she needed. A taste of Brad.

She rolled to her side and closed her eyes again, hoping the wine would kick in and help her drift off. Finally, a groggy feeling began.

Crash!

Tara sat up in her bed. Had she heard something fall? Tossing the covers back, she went to investigate. In the living room, all the lights were off, except the tree was lit.

“Brad,” she called in almost a whisper. She didn’t want to wake him just because she thought she’d heard something.

Nothing seemed out of place. However, she thought it would be best to unplug the tree lights. The last thing they needed was for the tree to catch fire while they slept. Besides that, it wasn’t like they were actually expecting the jolly old man to come down the chimney. As she came around the couch, she stopped when she saw a large naked body under the tree. Her gaze traveled from his legs, to his center—where a bow was perfectly placed—up his firm chest, and to his eyes which were staring back at her.

“Brad, what…” was all she could get out before he motioned for her to come closer. Biting her bottom lip, she wondered if she was finally asleep and in her dream she was going to get to unwrap her present.

Brad must have sensed her doubt. “Tara, come here.”

She nodded and then slowly walked to him. She bent down so she was now on the floor with him.

“Check the tag,” he said.

Tag? She glanced toward the bow and saw a Christmas tag hanging off it. Oh God, was she suppose to reach out and take it off him?

“Go ahead.”

It felt as though she was moving in slow motion as she leaned forward. She hesitated a moment, then flipped the card over to read it.

To: Tara

From: Santa

Tara laughed slightly. “This is my present from Santa?”

“Yes, and it’s aching for you to unwrap it and play.”

Her fingers were shaking—no, wait, her entire arm was. But if Brad didn’t want this, then he certainly wouldn’t be lying under the tree naked or have taken the time to wrap his cock up with ribbon.

She tugged the bow, and it came untied. As she unwrapped the ribbon, he grew longer and longer, and she watched, mesmerized by the sight. Licking her lips, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her present first. Tara pulled the ribbon all the way off and laid it next to her on the floor. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She was going to play all right.

“Oh God,” Brad moaned.

She explored with her tongue and hand as she stared up at him. The look on his face told her that he was doing everything he could to not explode. She didn’t want this to be over yet. Kissing her way up his body, her hands caressing along the way as well, she laid down beside him.

“You’re overdressed, but you look adorable in these PJs.” He toyed with the hem of her shirt before removing it. He took one of her nipples in his mouth. As he teased her, he worked on slipping the lower half of her clothes off, until she was as naked as him.

Brad pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs and he climbed between.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” she whispered.

“You’re not the only one. Too bad it took us this long to finally do something about it.” His lips pressed against hers and she opened immediately to him. His tongue darted in and he tasted of mint.

Tara raked her nails through his hair. She couldn’t believe she was kissing Brad. The kiss ended much too quickly for her liking. He winked at her and then trailed his lips down her neck and continued south.

“Now we have to make up for lost time,” Brad muttered.

She closed her eyes and he lightly kissed her inner thighs. She knew what was coming next. “Ooooo,” escaped her lips as his warm mouth met her middle.

This particular act, she hadn’t had done to her too often. She didn’t have much to go on, but whatever Brad was doing, it was amazing, and she could feel her release creeping up. Tingles spread through her body, and the ache she’d been feeling earlier was intensifying.

“Oh God.” If he continued to do that thing he was doing with him tongue, she was going to fall over the edge. “Stop,” she cried out.

He pulled away and said, “Am I doing something wrong?”

Tara shook her head. “No, no, it’s too good. I can’t hold out much longer.”

She expected him to climb back up her body, but then his mouth returned to her and doing what he’d been doing before. He wanted her to release this way. Pleasure tore through her body, her back arched, and her hips raised off the floor. Her fingers dug into the carpet, needing something to grip. Groaning loudly, she rode out wave after wave until finally she collapsed back onto the carpet and gasped for air, trying to catch her breath.

“We’re not done yet,” Brad said as he held a condom wrapper in his hands.

After he rolled it on, she spread her thighs open even wider. She felt absolutely wanton in this position as he placed her legs on his shoulders. She could feel him at her opening. Brad leaned forward and kissed her, and passion swept through her. Just as his tongue thrust into her mouth, his cock slid inside her.

The position they were in made it so he was able to enter her very deeply. With each pump, he hit the perfect spot, building her release again.

Tara reached out and wrapped her arms around his head, holding him in place to keep kissing him. Even with a hint of her on his tongue, finally kissing Brad was a dream come true.

His body began to tense, and she knew he was close. He reached down and rubbed her clit, and that’s all it took for her to explode again. He followed suit. She screamed out his name, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and lightly bit down.

Brad lay on top of her for a moment before he rolled off of her and propped up on his side, smiling at her. “Merry Christmas.”

“I think it’s still technically Christmas Eve.” She gazed into his almond colored eyes.

Brad caressed her cheek and lightly kissed her again. “I don’t know what day it is, all I know is I’m glad I got the present I wanted.”

“And what was it?” Her tone was laced with sarcasm.

He stared into her eyes. “You. I wanted you. And if you don’t know that, I guess I did something wrong.”

“Just one time?” Tara had to ask.

“God, was it that bad?”

Tara laughed. “No, it was amazing.”

“Then I hope we do this often.” The tips of his fingers traced circles on her arms.

“What about our friendship?”

“I want to be your friend, but I also want to be so much more. Do you want that?”

“From the moment I met you,” she confessed.

He kissed her again, and she enjoyed the feel of his lips on hers. Tara didn’t want the kiss to end, and when he pulled away, she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.

Brad grinned at her. “We’ve wasted too much time wondering if the other felt the same.”

“You know...” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I asked Santa for a pony but got a stallion and I think it’s only fair I get to take a ride.”

Brad laughed. “Let’s take this ride on a softer terrain.”

“I suppose we can, but I warn you, I like it rough and fast.”

Brad groaned and stood up. He then reached out to help Tara off the floor. He picked her up and carried her to her room. After he laid her on the bed, he climbed beside her and said, “I’m sure glad Santa got my letter and delivered early.”

Get them while they are hot! #99cents

With this week being Thanksgiving, I decided to have a sale! The first two books in my Brookfield series are on only 99cents for a limited time. Now's the time to grab them up if you haven't yet! Amazon / Nook / All Romance
Amazon / Nook / All Romance

Blood-Moon by Andrew Weston

Once every few hundred years a Blood-Moon rises on an unsuspecting world, and when it does, the very stuff of myth and legend comes to life.

What do you think might happen when nightmare becomes reality? What do you think might happen when an ancient horror comes face to face with some of the most highly trained soldiers in the modern world, and one of the harshest environments known to man is turned into a battleground?

Discover the terrifying reality for yourself in…Blood-Moon.

Excerpt I saw Paxton fall, one cat having its jaws firmly clamped around his neck, the other, working with it, holding onto his ankle. He didn’t go down without a fight and managed to drill the one on his foot through the skull, before his neck snapped. I was just about to empty my magazine into the remaining jaguars, when I saw the one Paxton had shot through the head twitch and start to rise off the ground. What the fuck!

The other two cats were almost upon me, so I reacted instinctively. Using my momentum, I bunched my muscles and launched myself out from the rocks, knowing full well the areas closer to the ravine wall would be the most dangerous.

I fell for what seemed an eternity, only to have the wind knocked out of me as I hit the water hard. Coughing and spluttering, I broke the surface and looked back up toward the ridge. A blood-moon was beginning to rise, and by its light I saw five silhouettes peering over the top of the ledge, growling to each other as if they were having a conversation. I couldn’t make out their eyes, but I knew each one of them was looking directly at me–even the one that had been shot in the head!

For some reason, that sent a shiver all the way down my spine and into my boots. Striking out for the opposite shore, I decided to put as much distance between the jaguars and myself as possible. I’d lost my machine gun in the pool, but the pistol was still thankfully secure in my shoulder holster. Patting my hip, I also confirmed my ka-bar was still there. With one last look at the eerie crazy-gang, I ran in the opposite direction, determined to put as much distance as possible between them and me. Needless to say, I quickly lost my sense of direction. I can honestly say I didn’t give a shit!

About The Author Andrew P Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, in the UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston. He eventually attended Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boy’s where he was School Captain and Head Boy. He was an active sportsperson for the school, college and a variety of rugby, martial art, swimming and athletics teams throughout the city. On graduation in 1977 he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number of specialist roles both in the UK and abroad. In 1985 he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008. Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called, “The Adventures of Willy Whiskers”, gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies, was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities. An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police. When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark. He also has a magnificent mustache collection. Andrew is now contracted to Pagan Writers Press for three books. “Fairy Tail”, is a short, but dark and gritty erotic paranormal/thriller with a twist. The second book, “Guardian Angels” is the introductory book to the “Guardian Series”, a sci-fi action/adventure epic set in the near future. The latest short story, “Blood Moon”, is a paranormal action/thriller set in the jungles of South America. Further work on the Guardian Series and a new paranormal series, The Cambion Journals, has been completed and will hopefully be published during 2013.
Links Author Website / Author Blog / Facebook / Twitter / Goodreads / Amazon Buy Link

Holiday Kisses - Part 4

Please Note: Part 4 continues with a steamy sex scene. By reading further you acknowledge that you are over the age of 18.
Welcome to week 4! Need to catch up on my story, The Gift Beneath The Tree?
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

Each week, I will be posting from my story, along with otherBeachwalk Press authors on their days. And on December 3rd, you can download my book and the others for FREE!

Tara won’t be spending Christmas with her family this year, but she’s not entirely alone. Her roommate, Brad, who's currently single, is also at home with her. Tara goes to bed Christmas Eve with hopes Santa might bring her what she most desires. After hearing a loud crash, she goes to investigate, and underneath the tree, she finds the present she’s been dying to unwrap.
“We’re not done yet,” Brad said as he held a condom wrapper in his hands.

After he rolled it on, she spread her thighs open even wider. She felt absolutely wanton in this position as he placed her legs on his shoulders. She could feel him at her opening. Brad leaned forward and kissed her, and passion swept through her. Just as his tongue thrust into her mouth, his cock slid inside her.

The position they were in made it so he was able to enter her very deeply. With each pump, he hit the perfect spot, building her release again.

Tara reached out and wrapped her arms around his head, holding him in place to keep kissing him. Even with a hint of her on his tongue, finally kissing Brad was a dream come true.

His body began to tense, and she knew he was close. He reached down and rubbed her clit, and that’s all it took for her to explode again. He followed suit. She screamed out his name, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck and lightly bit down.

Brad lay on top of her for a moment before he rolled off of her and propped up on his side, smiling at her. “Merry Christmas.”

“I think it’s still technically Christmas Eve.” She gazed into his almond colored eyes.

Brad caressed her cheek and lightly kissed her again. “I don’t know what day it is, all I know is I’m glad I got the present I wanted.”

“And what was it?” Her tone was laced with sarcasm.

He stared into her eyes. “You. I wanted you. And if you don’t know that, I guess I did something wrong.”

“Just one time?” Tara had to ask.

“God, was it that bad?”

Tara laughed. “No, it was amazing.”

“Then I hope we do this often.” The tips of his fingers traced circles on her arms.

“What about our friendship?”

“I want to be your friend, but I also want to be so much more. Do you want that?”

“From the moment I met you,” she confessed.

He kissed her again, and she enjoyed the feel of his lips on hers. Tara didn’t want the kiss to end, and when he pulled away, she stuck her bottom lip out in a pout.

Brad grinned at her. “We’ve wasted too much time wondering if the other felt the same.”

“You know...” She raised an eyebrow at him. “I asked Santa for a pony but got a stallion and I think it’s only fair I get to take a ride.”

Brad laughed. “Let’s take this ride on a softer terrain.”

“I suppose we can, but I warn you, I like it rough and fast.”

Brad groaned and stood up. He then reached out to help Tara off the floor. He picked her up and carried her to her room. After he laid her on the bed, he climbed beside her and said, “I’m sure glad Santa got my letter and delivered early.”

THE END

Did you enjoy what you read? Also, today Kaylie Newell is posting her story, Winter Break.

Tomorrow, Ashlynn Monroe will be posting an part from her story, Reunion. Don't miss it. 

See you next Thursday!

Close Contact by Cassandra Carr, Cindy Carr, and Crystal Ryder #eroticromance

Hard-hitting contact sports don't have the only sexy professional athletes. Does the strength and grace of golf, tennis and fencing instructors extend to lustier activities? Find out as they turn these classic sports into full-contact steamy sessions.

 Service Ace by Cassandra Carr

Callum Giovanni's professional tennis career is over. He's trying not to be bitter about it, even though it means teaching women more interested in not messing up their hair and nails than a good service. Then Adriana Macy appears, claiming to be a novice, but Callum knows there's more to her than meets the eye. How far does she want to take their personal match? The ball's in her court. 

 Up to the Hilt by Cynthia Carr

Olympic fencing wunderkind Sebastian Como is Rina Rogers’ last resort to find someone who can instruct her toward her own Olympic medal. All her other trainers have balked, saying she is too impulsive, too unmanageable, too everything. Sebastian recognizes her talent and tells her he'll take her all the way. But does that include his bed?

 Playing Through by Cristal Ryder

A relationship is the last thing Lexie is looking for, especially one with a hot cowboy wanting golf lessons. It's all she can do to keep her focus on the game and off Jay’s hard muscled body and devilishly sexy face. But the more lessons they have, the farther his sexy drawl gets under her skin. 

 Does he feel the attraction too? Mother Nature forces them to seek shelter as the power of nature lets loose around them. Will they go primal and unleash their attraction for one another amidst the rawness of the Rocky Mountains?
Excerpt from Service Ace by Cassandra Carr Cal and Adriana enjoyed a fun dinner, their flirting progressing as the meal went on. She needed to make her move, especially since Cal seemed to share her interest. He paid for the meal and they left.
 
Once at the car, he handed her in and then got in the other side. Now or never. She reached over the center console and palmed his cock.
 
“Shite!” He looked over, his eyes wide.
 
“Look, I’m not normally this forward, but I want you.” Unable to hide a small smile as his cock swelled in her hand, she looked away. “Well, for more than your tennis expertise.”
 
“Are you sure?”
 
“Do you often have women who don’t want you for sex stroking your dick?”
 
“I don’t often have women stroking my dick for any reason.”
 
She faced him. “Really?”
 
“Really.” He swallowed.
 
“I guess it’s both of our lucky days then.” Buy Links Amazon / All Romance

Pesky Plot Bunnies!

I've been working my tail off to get Wanted:Wife done before the kids get out of school this Friday!! I have 13,000 more words to go. Then its time for me to edit, edit, edit and hope my editor loves it.

Well, as some may recall, in September I wrote my first closed door sweet romance, Bidding Wars, which is currently in slush piles. I decided to make it a series, Love Strikes. I knew which character was next and the basic idea to the book. But then yesterday, BAM, the opening scene hit. 

What to do? I really want to finish Wanted: Wife. I opened a new word document and decided to write that opening scene to satisfy the darn bunny. And, the bunny played nice. Once I had the idea written down, it quietly went back to its corner and said, "Carry on with your other story." "Thanks Bunny!"

My goal for Wanted:Wife is 50,000 words. I'm at 37,000 right now. And the BIG event is about to happen. You know, the game changer. The thing that splits up my couple and sends them in opposite directions. Then they have to find their way back to one another. I think I'm going to pass the 50k mark to be honest. I still have a lot that has to happen in my characters growth. Can I really do that in 13k? I guess I could, but it might be too rushed. Hopefully by Friday, I will know if I did or not.

So, off to write and get this story written. My goal is another 3-4k today! I can do it!

Autumn Is In The Air Hop #AHHop

Welcome to the Autumn's Harvest Blog Hop! I'm Lacey Wolfe and I write both contemporary romance and erotic. While you're here, I hope you have a look around. Who knows, you might find something that will tickle your fancy. :)

Autumn is one of my favorite seasons. I can never pick autumn or spring as my favorite. Autumn means the Georgia Heat is ending and Spring means the cold is going away. Guess I should flip a coin to pick my favorite.

In my books I don't usually mention a seaon, however in my latest release, Bare Necessities, it takes place in the fall. They do get one snow fall one evening, but other then that, the leaves are changing and things are heating up between Ava and Seth. After years of bad relationships, Ava Miller is finally living life for herself and isn’t going to let anyone get in the way. Her dream is to open a lingerie shop, and she has chosen Brookfield, Wyoming as her new home, where her dreams might just come true. Once she meets the town sheriff, though, she’s suddenly involved in a flirtatious battle for the right to open her store.

Seth Hampton is the town’s sheriff, and when Ava shows up, he’s not sure what hits him. He craves her, yet he can’t stand to allow that type of shop to open in his small town. However, he isn’t alone. Someone else wants Ava to leave town. Things take a turn when her shop is vandalized, and all evidence points to Seth.

Ava isn’t sure what to think. While Seth seems to be the only one with motives, something inside her believes he would never do it. Can Ava and Seth figure it out before one of them gets hurt?
Giveaway Time! On top of the fabulous blog hop giveaway, I am also giving away an eCopy of Bare Necessites to two lucky people. Be sure to leave a comment on the blog with your email address.  I will be picking one of those as the two winners, as well as the blog hop host, Carrie Ann Ryan, will need your email in the event you are the grand winner of the hop! What do you love about Autumn and Fall? What does it remind you of? What about reading? Do you think it's a good subject to read? Tell us your favorite Autumn stories! Well, we authors are ready to share our favorite Autumn stories and why we love snuggling in the cold.  *wink* Starting Today and ending on Nov 12th, over 200 Authors and Bloggers will share their favorite things about those sexy men we know and love.

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.
But that's not all....
We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains 10+ paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Holiday Kisses - Part 3

Please Note: Part 3 is a steamy sex scene. By reading further you acknowledge that you are over the age of 18. Welcome to week 3! Need to catch up on my story, The Gift Beneath The Tree?
Part 1
Part 2

Each week, I will be posting from my story, along with otherBeachwalk Press authors on their days. And on December 3rd, you can download my book and the others for FREE!

Tara won’t be spending Christmas with her family this year, but she’s not entirely alone. Her roommate, Brad, who's currently single, is also at home with her. Tara goes to bed Christmas Eve with hopes Santa might bring her what she most desires. After hearing a loud crash, she goes to investigate, and underneath the tree, she finds the present she’s been dying to unwrap.
Tara sat up in her bed. Had she heard something fall? Tossing the covers back, she went to investigate. In the living room, all the lights were off, except the tree was lit.

“Brad,” she called in almost a whisper. She didn’t want to wake him just because she thought she’d heard something.

Nothing seemed out of place. However, she thought it would be best to unplug the tree lights. The last thing they needed was for the tree to catch fire while they slept. Besides that, it wasn’t like they were actually expecting the jolly old man to come down the chimney. As she came around the couch, she stopped when she saw a large naked body under the tree. Her gaze traveled from his legs, to his center—where a bow was perfectly placed—up his firm chest, and to his eyes which were staring back at her.

“Brad, what…” was all she could get out before he motioned for her to come closer. Biting her bottom lip, she wondered if she was finally asleep and in her dream she was going to get to unwrap her present.

Brad must have sensed her doubt. “Tara, come here.”

She nodded and then slowly walked to him. She bent down so she was now on the floor with him.

“Check the tag,” he said.

Tag? She glanced toward the bow and saw a Christmas tag hanging off it. Oh God, was she suppose to reach out and take it off him?

“Go ahead.”

It felt as though she was moving in slow motion as she leaned forward. She hesitated a moment, then flipped the card over to read it.

To: Tara

From: Santa

Tara laughed slightly. “This is my present from Santa?”

“Yes, and it’s aching for you to unwrap it and play.”

Her fingers were shaking—no, wait, her entire arm was. But if Brad didn’t want this, then he certainly wouldn’t be lying under the tree naked or have taken the time to wrap his cock up with ribbon.

She tugged the bow, and it came untied. As she unwrapped the ribbon, he grew longer and longer, and she watched, mesmerized by the sight. Licking her lips, she knew exactly what she wanted to do with her present first. Tara pulled the ribbon all the way off and laid it next to her on the floor. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She was going to play all right.

“Oh God,” Brad moaned.

She explored with her tongue and hand as she stared up at him. The look on his face told her that he was doing everything he could to not explode. She didn’t want this to be over yet. Kissing her way up his body, her hands caressing along the way as well, she laid down beside him.

“You’re overdressed, but you look adorable in these PJs.” He toyed with the hem of her shirt before removing it. He took one of her nipples in his mouth. As he teased her, he worked on slipping the lower half of her clothes off, until she was as naked as him.

Brad pushed her onto her back. She spread her legs and he climbed between.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” she whispered.

“You’re not the only one. Too bad it took us this long to finally do something about it.” His lips pressed against hers and she opened immediately to him. His tongue darted in and he tasted of mint.

Tara raked her nails through his hair. She couldn’t believe she was kissing Brad. The kiss ended much too quickly for her liking. He winked at her and then trailed his lips down her neck and continued south.

“Now we have to make up for lost time,” Brad muttered.

She closed her eyes and he lightly kissed her inner thighs. She knew what was coming next. “Ooooo,” escaped her lips as his warm mouth met her middle.

This particular act, she hadn’t had done to her too often. She didn’t have much to go on, but whatever Brad was doing, it was amazing, and she could feel her release creeping up. Tingles spread through her body, and the ache she’d been feeling earlier was intensifying.

“Oh God.” If he continued to do that thing he was doing with him tongue, she was going to fall over the edge. “Stop,” she cried out.

He pulled away and said, “Am I doing something wrong?”

Tara shook her head. “No, no, it’s too good. I can’t hold out much longer.”

She expected him to climb back up her body, but then his mouth returned to her and doing what he’d been doing before. He wanted her to release this way. Pleasure tore through her body, her back arched, and her hips raised off the floor. Her fingers dug into the carpet, needing something to grip. Groaning loudly, she rode out wave after wave until finally she collapsed back onto the carpet and gasped for air, trying to catch her breath.

“We’re not done yet,” Brad said 
Did you enjoy what you read so far? If so, come on back next Thursday! Also, today Kaylie Newell is posting her story, Winter Break.

Tomorrow, Ashlynn Monroe will be posting an part from her story, Reunion. Don't miss it. 

See you next Thursday!

One Night of Need by Ella Jade #1NS

Today I have the very talented, Ella Jade, visiting. She has a new short story out and its part of the ever popular 1NightStand series from Decadent Publishing. Enjoy. :) One Night of Need Sexy Professor Dominick Alvarez has an infatuation with pretty college girls, but he adheres to his strict policy of never getting involved with his students. The years of tempting women throwing themselves at him have taken a toll on the handsome teacher. He wants to give in, so he requests an evening with a younger woman.

Alexandria Petron has always had a thing for older men, but she has never indulged. After being left at the altar by her high school sweetheart, she decides men her own age aren't for her. She seeks Madame Evangeline's help in making her fantasy come true. She wants the experience and attention a more mature man can show her.

One night of explosive passion ignites a burn that neither one saw coming. Will one encounter be enough to satisfy their secret cravings? 

Excerpt “I’ve been jittery all day, but my aunt helped me overcome those nerves.”

“Your aunt?”

“She referred me to Madame Eve. She said I needed tonight.”

“Well, I’m glad she hooked you up, but why would such a beautiful girl need to use a service?” He didn’t mean to be nosy, but a woman who looked like her shouldn’t have a problem finding a date.

“Oh, well I….” She twisted her finger around the ends of her pigtail. Now he wished he’d put a condom in his pocket. If she kept that up, they’d never make it to the bedroom. “I’ve had a rough time.”

“I didn’t mean to pry. I’m curious.”

“That’s okay. Can I ask you a question?” She chewed on her bottom lip.

“Sure.” He fought the urge to bite her lip.

“How old are you?”

“Does it matter?” He closed the space between them on the small sofa. “You wanted an older man, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“I’ll be forty-one in two weeks. You’re my birthday present to myself.”

“Oh.” She swallowed hard.

“Am I too old for you?” Please say no.

“No.” She stared into his eyes.

“Are you thirsty?”

“Huh?”

“Would you like some champagne?” As much as he wanted to kiss her, he needed to slow this show down. “You are old enough to drink, I hope.” He brushed her soft cheek, wondering what the rest of her felt like.

“Is that your way of asking me how old I am?”

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About Ella Jade Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Spotlight - Elise Whyles - Forsaken Paradise #paranormal

What could be more dangerous than loving a rogue?

Condemned as a rogue and punished by his master, Angrail, one of the Seven Paradise Walkers, has wandered mortal and immortal worlds for centuries. He's determined to find those responsible for killing an innocent woman and the child she carried, no matter the cost to himself.

Ephynia, a demoness with scars, has spent a lifetime serving Nerafail, Lord of the Dead. When she unwittingly stumbles upon the one being who can end her loneliness, the battered Angrail, her life changes forever.

Unknown to Angrail and Ephynia, evil lurks in the shadows. There are those who believe Angrail and Ephynia are the key to preventing a coming war—a war that they need to take place—and they seek to end their lives.

Can Angrail find love in the arms of a demoness at war with herself? Or will the secrets hidden within the bowels of their worlds destroy them before they can find peace? Excerpt Ephynia froze, a touch unlike anything she’d ever felt washing over her. Turning her head, she scanned the battlefield. Pockets of gray mist navigated the fallen as other demons and demonesses stalked their prey. All of Nerafail and Seraphine’s forces were out due to the numbers of dead and dying. Souls had to be collected, penance delivered…yet there was something tugging at her.

“Please, give me pity and I swear on my lord’s head I will honor it. Do not—”

 “Silence.” Ephynia lifted his head. “Else I bind your mouth shut with your own tongue!”

Shaking the head, she ignored the vibration of the soul. Instead her attention remained on her search. Something was there. Someone who called to her.
“Where or what are you?” Ephynia tensed at the suffocating feeling of power around her.

 “Why do you not return him to me?” Nerafail’s voice filled her mind.

 “I cannot, master.” Ephynia closed her eyes. “Something holds me to this plane.”

 “What?”

 “I do not know. He comes even now. I shall return as soon as I have killed the one who binds me here.” Opening her eyes, she caught the gaze of another demoness of her sect.

 “Ephynia, what is it?” The other demoness adjusted her bow.

 “Take this bottom-feeder to Nerafail. He has been condemned.”

“What of you?”

 Ephynia shrugged, she could not explain what kept her there, but she would. “I’ve a new hunt.” Ignoring the prickle of unease at Nerafail’s displeasure, she turned back to the battlefield.

 * * * *

Angrail groaned, agony washing through him with the force of the tides. The mangled body next to him wheezed with his dying breath, his spirit confused. Cursing Nerafail for his binding, Angrail closed his eyes. He could do nothing to aid the warrior, to carry him to his rest. Instead he lay, trembling, freezing in the heat of the desert sun. Sweat pooled on his abdomen, blood congealed beneath him.

 The tip of an arrow wiggled with each wracking cough of his body’s protest. He could feel the agony within the form he was bound to, and the gnawing pain had him wishing for death.

 Gasping at the icy touch of one from his order, he opened his eyes to stare at the man above him. Compassion lay in those blue eyes as they drifted over Angrail’s body before moving onto the man next to him.

 “Please.” Angrail swallowed against his swollen tongue. “Please, Thantos.”

 “I cannot.” He guided the mortal’s soul to its feet. “Only Nerafail can release you from your torment.” Turning, he led the confused soldier toward the massive barge floating up to the battle.

 “Your peace will come, brother.” Thantos’s words offered little comfort.

 "Nay.” Angrail groaned, rolling toward his sword. His wounds would fester, the poison would consume him, but he would not die. No, his fate lay in the hands of one who had long ago forsaken him.
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