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#MasturbationMonday Sweet Release #erotic #excerpt

Welcome to the 14th Week of Masturbation Monday

 The rules are simple 
 Write a steamy hot post about masturbation or share a snippet so hot, it’ll make people want to masturbate.

Dear Lord, Kayla knows how to pick' em. Check out this prompt! Phew! Makes me quiver. I don't even care to write a post, I just want to watch. I want his fist to work faster and faster, tighten and pump, that lovely hard cock, revealing his own perfect rhythm. To see his body tense the more aroused his becomes. See his abdomen contract, muscles clenching the closer he gets. His toes to curl into the crinkled sheets. His legs stiffen, tendons bulge, as he strives for more leverage. His chest rise and fall as his breathing heightens. — Fuck! I wish there was sound! — Stroking rapidly, his cock lengthen to its fullest capacity. And ultimately watch with baited breath that moment when he hits that urgent peak, his balls tightening, his spine straitening, his young strong body rigid, the chords in his neck straining, right before he erupts in strong erratic spurts, cum covering his hand, dripping to the sheets. Uhhh, sweet release.
And Relax and Breathe...


I hope you enjoyed this week's excited rambling narration, since I couldn't seem to concentrate on anything else. Don't forget to drop by Masturbation Monday Central to get the full list of participants and more stimulating posts. 
Happy M-Monday!

Coming Soon From @evernightpub Memories of Us AND Next Weekend #eroticromance

I'm pleased to announce I have two upcoming releases with a new publisher, Evernight Publishing!


First, coming in January 2015, a contemporary erotic romance with extremely mild sub/dom undertones, entitled  Next Weekend, a short story for the Romance on the Go line.
 Miranda and Jordan Lang are in the middle of a divorce. The only thing holding up the final decree is a co-owned cabin. As the couple waits for a buyer, Jordan retreats to the cabin every Friday to Sunday. In a moment of weakness, missing her man, Miranda also heads for the cottage and accidently—on purpose seduces her soon to be ex and even boldly invites him back the following weekend for a repeat performance. The next time they meet, Jordan has worked himself into a fury over Miranda’s insensitivity. He takes out his anger on her and treats her rather roughly. But to his surprise, she loves it. But can this new and exciting aspect save their doomed relationship or will it only prolong the inevitable.
AND
Coming in February, a full length novel, Memories of Us, also a contemporary erotic romance. 
This was a fun one to write, the first part of the story shifts back and forth between the past and the present. 
 
Can you be seduced by memories?
Call Barstow knew Karis Hirt as his best friend's promiscuous little sister. In fact, he spent the majority of his teenage years fighting off her sexual advances. But there's also that unwritten rule guys live by—you don't mess with another guy's sister. Even when she makes it excruciatingly difficult. But memories, over time, often have a way of shifting perspective and when Call and Karis reconnect as adults, Call wonders why he'd bothered, putting up such a fight. 
I'll release the official blurbs in a future post.   Follow Evernight on Twitter, Facebook and at the Evernight blog for all the news and upcoming releases, including mine. Squeeee!

#MySexySaturday One Satisfied Lady #erotic #excerpt If You Can't Stand the Heat

Our Sexy Little Words 

Welcome to the 71st week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is Our Sexy Little Words. When we thought of this theme, we were actually thinking about all the things lovers say to each other while making love. The whispers, the groans, the gasps and the big moments. And what makes those moments even more exciting is that they can happen just about anywhere and anytime. They can happen when your characters, and sometimes you, are least expecting it. They can happen in the heat of the moment, like a one-night-stand, or can be a planned event, like when young parents just need a little bit of a getaway.

A slightly naughty snippet from If You Can't Stand the Heat, though I think Sesto and Syn exchange more of a raunchy dialogue than sexy little words. :p



An unlikely couple is brought together as celebrity judges on a new cooking show—Sesto Théodore, an American-Italian New York chef, and Syn Fully, a world-weary author of erotica. It’s instantly clear that they are complete opposites and their personalities clash, but physically, sparks fly and passion ignites.



Excerpt: 

Unable to take his gaze from her glistening pussy, a strangled sound escaped from somewhere deep in his chest. Eager and fighting with his zipper, he neared her. Torn, he didn’t know what he wanted to do more, fall to his knees and tongue her or just fuck her.

“Later, baby, after you cook me an exquisite meal. That’s dessert. For both of us. You can lick it until I scream your name, but for now, just give it to me,” Syn rambled.

His cock throbbed, at her words, as she read his mind.
Stepping onto the riser, it was the perfect height for him. Syn took care of matters and had him out of his underwear before he could blink. Tugging on his cock, she rubbed the pulsing head between her sweet pussy lips then scooted her lush backside to meet him. Sesto wound up, circling his hips and thrust, surrounding himself in her scorching wet heat.

“Ohhh, yes!” Syn stifled a moan. “Deeper, Théo!”

Sesto reared backwards, ready to lunge ahead, when Syn eased her backside off the edge of the counter, fully impaling herself, plunging right to the root. She let out the most erotic little scream before she dived for his neck, sucking and nipping.

Gasping, Sesto grabbed her ass, catching her. But the intense heat and exquisite sensation of being so deeply embedded inside her made his blood rush—her inner walls closing tightly around his rigid cock was more than he could take.

“Oh, Jesus, Syn! You feel so fucking good.” His pulse pounded in his ears as he thrust convulsively, mindlessly, trying to get closer, deeper. He juddered with the force of his climax. Finding her lips, he kissed her feverishly, as they both came back down from the earth-shattering summit.

Breaking the kiss, Syn smiled seductively, looking quite pleased with herself. “If you can cook half as good as you can fuck, I’m going to be one satisfied lady, come later tonight.”


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Have a Sexy Saturday!

#CoverReveal Cruel (Part 2) S.D. Mott @authorsdmott #LadyAmbersBookTours @agarcia6510

Title: Cruel Part 2Author: SD Mott        Genre: Adult Motorcycle Club, Erotic Contemporary Romance Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Book Description
Tall, inked up and cruel, Ender is more a thorn in Piper’s side than a ruggedly handsome face. He’s determined to make her face a past she doesn’t want to rekindle. Forced on a road trip, the club’s Enforcer may be harder to get away from than she expects. But she’ll use whatever is at her disposal including her body if necessary to escape him.

Ender has a job to do and a mouthy and sexy, Piper, who belongs to one of his brothers, is set on being a pain in his ass. She has him seeing red and needing an outlet for his aggression. And her predator act is starting to get under his skin. 
Will he forgo the brotherhood code for a taste?Or when his past catches up to him, will it be both their undoing?  

By day, S.D. Mott is committed to the pursuit of every writer's dream by sharing a crazy imagination using the written word. By night, the pursuit changes to one surrounded by family.
Writing is a passion, but reading his laid the foundation. With the release of the novella series "Cruel", passion becomes a reality and creates an Author. 

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Cruel Part 1 is available on Amazon. Now only 99cents

Two New #HotHolidayReads from @KayDeeRoyal—Santa Exposed and Holly Gets Darkly #erotic

Available now Two New Hot Reads just in time for Christmas from the fabulous Kay Dee Royal...

From the MuseItHOT (Ohh...Santa) Imprint:


Santa Exposed




Genre: Erotic Romance

Tags: BDSM, sex toys, Erotic Play Palace, Billionaire, Wedding Coordinator, Bachelorette Party, Santa Love

Imprint  Ohh...Santa!

Release Date: December 2, 2014

Pages  59


Back Cover:  


Jade Randals, bride’s wedding coordinator, gets coerced into participating at the Erotic Play Palace.

Landis Parkwell, womanizing billionaire, owns the Palace and intends on breaking Jade into Submission.

But, when the tables turn and Santa gets exposed, who jingles whose bells?

 
 Buy Links: Muse It HOT Store; Amazon
 Also New from Kay Dee...

 Holly Gets Darkly

Genre:  Paranormal Erotic Romance

Tags:  Paranormal Erotic Romance, Cougar Shifters, M/M, M/F/M, M/F, F/F, multiple partners

Imprint Wild Darkness Calls


Release Date: November 4, 2014

Pages:  38
 
Back Cover:  

Holly Preston, freelance nature photographer, gets lost in the dark and stranded in the forest on a mission to locate the elusive cougar for the shot of a lifetime.

Keyt Darkly, Forest Ranger, tracks her with more in mind than rescue.
She discovers cougars are nothing compared to what awaits her in a cabin hidden deep in the darkness…


Buy Links: MuseItHOT, Amazon



Kay Dee's - Holly Gets Darkly is also a part of this sizzling MuseItHOT e-Bundle with some of our other favourite MuseItHOT Authors including:  Michele Michael Rakes, Meg Amor, Alix Richards, Ruby Red and Iona Brodie

Six HOT Romances by six Red Hot Wild Women Writers of Erotic Romance… 




Holly Gets Darkly by Kay Dee Royal
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Holly discovers a whole new erotic world when confronted by the elusive cougar. 

Cold Darkness by Michele Michael Rakes
Paranormal Erotica
Lance’s inner demon isn’t like everyone else’s. She’s real and when she takes control, he loses more than his Lamborghini. 

Dark War by Meg Amor
M/M/F Erotica Romance
Lonely Charlie disappears with sexual deviates. Can Henry and Izzy rescue him and prove to him that he’s their hearts desire?

Dark Jewel by Alix Richards
Paranormal Erotic Romance
Lenna must trade sacred Gods’ Stones to save her kidnapped family until stopped by a Terentian Warrior who claims her.

Dark Secret by Ruby Red
BDSM Erotic Paranormal Romance
Kinky lovers arouse their deepest needs and desires, making their hidden inhibitions reality.

Dark Waters of the Heart by Iona Brodie
Paranormal Erotica
A threat older than time itself proves dangerously seductive for a savvy young reporter.

MuseItHot, Amazon
About the Author:Kay Dee Royal writes paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary erotic romance—maybe because they’re also her favorite genres to read! She pens tales with wild, rugged heroes and strong, intelligent heroines. She'll give them both a few shadowy secrets, making her stories intriguing and fun. She resides in Southern Michigan with her family (her dog, her cats, her caged husband... you get the idea).
You can find more about Kay Dee at:MuseIt HotFacebook   Twitter GoodReads  Amazon Author Page  Blog 

#NewRelease Owned for Christmas by @willaedwards @Totally_Bound #ménage #BDSM

Please welcome back multi-published author, Willa Edwards, with a new holiday release — Owned for Christmas...

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
by Willa Edwards

Some people don’t like Christmas. The commercialism, the greed, the busy roads and stores, even the time with prying family members. And while I might agree with some of those complaints some of the time, I’ve always loved Christmastime. It’s a magical time of year. Not just because it’s the time of year when reindeer can fly or one man can deliver presents to every child on the planet. But because this time of year changes people. While it can bring out some horrible traits in people, it can also bring out the best in people. People become more caring, more charitable, more interested in their fellow man around this time of year.

And that’s why I’ve written several stories taking place over Christmas. Because when people are more loving, more charitable and more open to others, is also (in my opinion) the perfect time for love. And that is what inspired me to write my newest release, Owned for Christmas. This story includes a little of the good and bad of the season. Some noisy family members, some tree trimming, a little bit of brotherly strife, and three open hearts looking for connection. With some rope and a few whips thrown in just for fun.

I hope you have a happy and safe season, and experience all the good of this holiday season. And if you get a chance, I’d love for you to check out Owned for Christmas, a fun little story about one woman caught between two brothers, and all the sexy situations she gets into trying to bring them together. Available now with Totally Bound Publishing. 
https://www.totallybound.com/owned-for-christmas
Christmas with her boyfriend’s family seems like a lovely idea—until she finds her previous Dom staying for the holidays too.

Kate Baker is nervous about meeting her boyfriend Daniel’s family. 

When she walks into the family home to find Grant, her former Dom, spending the holidays with them too, her world turns upside down. How can she spend Christmas with the man who shattered her heart and broke her trust in the whole BDSM scene?

Although she had no idea Grant and Daniel were brothers, Grant revives all those needs that Daniel can’t fulfil. But she won’t give up the man who helped mend her broken heart after Grant shattered it—even if she has to bury the submissive part of herself to do it.

A year ago, Grant Farrell left the woman he loved—and the best sub he’s ever controlled—to tend the family ranch after his father’s death. It almost tore his heart out to leave Kate but he had no other choice. He didn’t realise how much it had hurt them both until she shows up at his family’s home on his brother’s arm.

Now more than ever he’s determined to keep her in his life, even if he has to share her to do it. But half measures won’t be enough anymore. He needs either to own her completely, or give her up to Daniel for good.

Can he convince Kate to forgive him for the pain he caused her and the secrets he kept? Or will he lose her to his brother for his past mistakes?

Excerpt:

“Are you sure your mom will like me?” Kate threaded and unthreaded her fingers together. The snow-covered Rocky Mountains filled her passenger side window. The ground crunched under their tires, illustrating that they weren’t in Texas anymore—that and the sub-zero temperature.
 
When her boyfriend had asked her to spend Christmas with his family in Colorado, she’d been ecstatic. Now she was rethinking her decision.

She stared out of the window, focusing on breathing deeply. The last thing she wanted was to have a panic attack the second she walked into her boyfriend’s childhood home. What a great first impression that would leave. For years to come, she’d be known as the crazy girl he brought home that one Christmas who stopped breathing right inside the front door.

Daniel pulled his hand from the steering wheel and reached across the car for hers. He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure she’ll love you.”

She nodded and tried to believe him. It had been a long time since she’d met anyone’s mother. She’d stopped being the type of girl a man would take home to his family a while ago. She had never thought she’d be back in this position again.

That was until Daniel had appeared in her life. She looked over at the man sitting beside her. He’d glance at her with his warm, honey-brown eyes every once in a while. He’d combed his sandy hair back neatly. He was her savior. He’d found her, picked her up and helped her to glue her heart back together when she’d given up any hope that it was possible. The least she could do for him was meet his mother.

“What is there about you that’s not to love?” He smiled over at her.

There was a lot not to love. There certainly had been before. Enough to force someone to leave her. Or at least one very notable person. The one who had broken her heart and left her behind to pick up the pieces.

But that was all before Daniel. She tried to smile back.

They took a left turn, pulling off the highway onto a winding dirt road. Snow, a few inches deep, was piled up on either side of the road. White blanketed the trees and rocks. The car shook and dipped down the bumpy road. She braced herself against the car seat. This was a long way from her normal commute to school each morning. She’d never complain about Dallas traffic again. At least it didn’t have potholes the size of cannonballs, or ice.

“Trust me. It will be great. We got through the plane ride, didn’t we?”

Kate nodded. She had survived the plane ride. Thanks in part to Daniel and two mini bottles of vodka. But somehow, she’d lived through the flight. Her hands had even stopped shaking. “Of course I trust you.”

Daniel turned another corner, shifting onto an unpaved drive. It was hard not to notice the house so covered in twinkle lights it could almost be seen from space. It was beautiful. The quaint, tiny farmhouse sat nestled back into a hill. With the snow covering its roof and the lights decorating the porch, it almost looked like the front of a Christmas card. The kind she would have found and looked at longingly as a child from her Dallas bedroom.

If only she could stop her stomach from churning, she might be able to enjoy the sight.

Daniel slowed the vehicle before parking the rental car to the left of the small house.

“We’re home.” He grinned over at her.

Kate took a deep breath. He looked so happy, so excited. Her stomach churned more violently. She wished she felt the same as he did.

He scrambled out of the car toward the back to get their bags. Kate opened the door, stepping out into the cool air. Her boots squished in the snow. Good thing she’d gone for the heavy winter coat. She’d never seen so much snow in her life, besides on television. The bitter wind brushed her face and her nose burned slightly. But the snowfall was pretty, decorating everything in white and ice.

Daniel slammed the trunk before coming to meet her beside the car, a bag cradled under each arm. 

Always the gentleman. Just another reason she loved him so much.

“Don’t tell me it looks that bad,” he joked, a wide smirk on his face.

Kate tightened her coat around her chest, schooling her features into a more excited expression. She’d hate for his mother to see the dumbfounded look she must have been sporting. She didn’t want to give his mom the impression she was judging them, or that she was disappointed in what she found—she certainly wasn’t.

She didn’t think his childhood home looked bad at all. In fact, the little house in the snow was very pretty and picturesque. So different from her parents’ house, so different from the Christmases she’d always known.

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Release Day Blitz @CherylDouglasNN Fast Break (Texas Titans—Holiday Novella) @RomNovelPromo

Now Available! 
Fast Break (Texas Titans Holiday Novella)By: Cheryl DouglasRelease Day 12/1/14

Synopsis ~
It’s Kevin Foster’s first Christmas without his wife and son, so his
sister-in-law Rennie decides to send a little holiday cheer his way in the form
of an old flame. But Kevin’s not too thrilled to come face-to-face with the girl
who dumped him and broke his heart two decades ago.
Bree Chapman is hesitant when her friend Rennie hires her to decorate
her former boyfriend’s home for the holidays. She’s fantasized a thousand times
about what it would be like to see him again, but will her dream turn into a
nightmare when he shows her the door?

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* Available at most eBook retailers on release day *


Series Order
Available Now!Strike OutEnd ZoneFirst DownCheap ShotFast Break (Holiday Novella)
Available 1/5/14Wild Card 
Coming Soon...
Free Agent Going For ItPossession

#MasturbationMonday Week 13 Do You Think of Me? #erotic #excerpt

Welcome to Week 13 of Masturbation Monday 

The rules are fairly simple because it should be easy to participate.
Write a steamy hot post on your blog about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.


I almost always think of you. 

Even when I’m with him. 

Sometimes it's the only way I can find release. 

Betrayal? Is it? When it's only in my mind? I'm only hurting myself.

But when I'm alone, I can set my imagination free.  


I picture your beloved face looming above me. Your jaw tight and ticking. Your bare chest glistening, as you brace your strong arms on either side of me. 

I feel your sweet breath on my face, hear your heavy breathing in my ears. 

I imagine your heat and your scent all around us. You take my lips in a soul searing kiss. You work your way down my body, kissing and sucking my sensitive skin, until I writhe beneath you. 

I touch myself and pretend it’s you pleasuring me with your fingers, your amazingly talented tongue abrading my clit until it burns with the most intense pleasure.  
And when I can’t stand anymore of your teasing, you enter me, thick and hard, you fill me. Please me with deep satisfying strokes. I savour your moans of pleasure blending with mine. 
The exquisite waves of release subside and I am alone. You are not here and I am empty.  

I almost always think of you, when I touch myself. 

Do you think of me?

Even when you're with her?

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Happy M-Monday!

#MySexySaturday Riding with the Devil #excerpt The Devil Take You #historicalromance

Sexy Down the Avenue  Welcome to the 70th week of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is Sexy Down the Avenue. We’re sure you’re wondering just what we mean by this. When picking themes for the rest of the year, we realized that we hadn’t picked anything historical in a while. Sexy Down the Avenue reminds us of carriage rides in London or any European city. Of course, it could be any other sexy historical setting as well. Say American West or maybe even the Russian Court. Maybe we’re talking about what it was like in Australia or the South Pacific or…yes, the possibilities are endless.
So this week show us all the characters you have that are historical. We know there are tons of you who have made us love Scotland, Norway, Europe and more. Show us the settings and the love. And more than anything else, show us sexy! We love sexy and we love to read those wonderful stories. 

I've penned two historical romances. At first I thought I'd share a carriage ride from You Found Me, since I actually incorporated coaches into the story but as I was trying to decide on a passage, I realized that the scenes were not appropriate for an MSS post. In You Found Me, my poor heroine was never in a sexy place when she was loaded into a coach. SO, I decided on a snip from The Devil Take You, a Scottish historical. Our couple is not in a carriage but atop a horse. And oh, the things you can do while riding. :p

Here's the blurb:

Scotland - 1307 - During the Scottish Wars of Independence


Gard Marschand will stop at nothing in his pursuit to regain what is lost. Concealing his true identity, he will associate with his enemies, kill his own countrymen, even sell his soul to the devil if all else fails. He will lie, cheat, steal, rape and siege his way across two countries gaining power and reputation in his malevolent wake. His determination all consuming, until King Edward commands Gard to lay siege on Ross-shire holding, where Braelynn Galbraith obliterates his single-minded purpose.
Braelynn Galbraith wants peace for her beloved Scotland, marriage to her childhood sweetheart, Callum, and a house full of children. In that order. But evil incarnate in the form of Gard Marschand, turns her life inside out and destroys all hope of a decent marriage.

Can Gard abandon his deep-seated need of revenge for a love that might just save his soul, or will he succumb to the demons that hound him and surrender to the devil within?

Excerpt:

Gard’s breath quickened in her ear. The sound and the heat from him roused her own excitement.  “You play a dangerous game,” his voice rumbled through her.

“I am na playin’ a game,” she retorted.
 
Giving a signal with his hand and the rest of the troop either sped up or
dropped back and fanned out. They were practically alone but for the far off snort of the horses.

He slowed his horse. “Bring your leg over.” She did, as he demanded, both of her legs hanging together over the right side of the horse. “Ye arena playin’?” He ran his lips slowly down her jaw stopping at the corner of her mouth. “Then wha’ are ya doin’, Brae?” He’d broken out the brogue, weakening her even more. “Ye think ye can toy wit’ me?” He kissed the corner of her mouth. Turning her head toward him, she gave him full access to her lips which he took without hesitation.
His hand rose, reaching for her, his finger traced softly the ‘U’ of her bodice. Brae wound her hand around his back letting it run over him. He covered her breast. This touch she was used to; he held her breast in sleep most nights. He kneaded her flesh until her nipple pearled in his palm, and then with his fingers stroked her sensitive tip until it tingled, making her arch into into his hand for more.
 
As he continued to school her lips, she felt his hand at the bottom of her skirt pulling it up slightly. His palm skimmed up her calf, over her thigh. She was unprepared for the wet warmth that gathered between her thighs from his kiss and touch, and she waited in anticipation of what he might do next. As if he knew what had just happened to her, his fingers slid over this new strange wetness, but instead of feeling outrage at his boldness, she found eagerness. She wanted his hand there. And when his skillful fingers slithered smoothly over her, spreading the wetness as he opened her, she shuddered in response. Her lips parted on a sigh of surprise. He growled in reply.
 
“Open,” he demanded roughly as she parted her legs. Extending his middle finger, he touched a very sensitive part of her, wiggling the end of his finger, before circling. His tongue seemed to mimic the same motions in her mouth, as his finger, making her crazed.
 
A moan of pleasure burst from the back of her throat. He paused the amazing stir of his finger only to slide it inside her, causing a new wave of sensation. She bore down on his hand trying to create more of this wonderful heaviness that was invading her lower body.
 
“Do ye wan’ more, Braelynn?” he asked.
 
“Aye!”

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#NewRelease Saint Nicholas by Meg Amor @amor_meg #Interview @MuseItHOT!

Please welcome back my friend and fellow MuseItUp Author, Meg Amor, with a new release and a new anthology. Just in time for the holidays, a heartfelt sensual story Saint Nicholas, and Meg's story Dark War is also part of MIU's: Red Hot Wild Women Writers: 6 HOT Romances Bundle



Meg has once again generously submitted to, this time, what I refer to as a Christmas themed interview... 

Fav Christmas Memory as a child / toy / or a memory that really brought home the feeling of the season or made you believe in the magic or the spirit of the season.

My favorite Christmas memory as a child is mum’s beautifully laden table. Mum really knew how to set a table. We always had candied ginger, fresh black plump cherries, cashew nuts and dried apricots in wee dishes. All treats in New Zealand. One year mum and dad had also invested in a couple of bottles of Wild Duck fizzy red wine. LOL. I commandeered a bottle and helped myself to it. I was probably about eight. Actually, my memory only seems to be of the first part of the day… Not sure why that is.

Same question Memory as an adult / a special gift? Or something that happened that you’ll never forget.

One year, here in Modesto, I invited people to simply pop in for hors d’oeuvres and champagne. I also had a crock pot of my families lamb curry that people could have if they wanted something a bit more filling. I had the fire going and the house was cozily warm. I’d made lots of bite size hors d’oeuvres and the champagne flowed. It was a lovely friend filled day, ending with my best friend Kath and twin soul Donnie there. It was quite magical.

Share a family tradition with us. There are many in my family, one’s that we started when I was a child and some that my husband and I have adopted and cultivated with our own children. We get to open one gift on Christmas Eve—Christmas pajamas.

I like that tradition H K!! Very fun.  As a kid, we didn’t really have any of note. Christmas is not as BIG in New Zealand as it is here in the States but I have a couple of small things. Whether because it’s summer and if we’ve lucky, jolly hot, not remotely how the Christmas image is, I’m not sure. But if we were up at my Gran’s in the North Island, they would string an enormous Norfolk Pine tree that sat at the entrance to their driveway with large colored light bulbs. (this was a big deal back in NZ in the sixties and seventies. No one did stuff like this back then.) LOL. On Christmas Eve, when I was asleep, they took all the pressies outside to put under the tree. But it looked like rain (yes, New Zealand weather is quite unpredictable) and they had to bring them all inside again.

The other thing I always loved was decorating the tree. And my parents used to wrap a 50 cent coin in Christmas paper and hang it on the tree in secret. Then I’d have to find it. 50 cent pieces were the size of half dollars when I was growing up and were worth an untold fortune to a small child. I had a suitcase record player and was music mad. I could buy a 45 for .99 cents, so I was half way there with the ‘found’ 50 cent piece. Or a quarter of the way to an album. Solid Gold Hits – Volume 3!! LOL. It was excellent. :-)

As an adult, I have instituted the watching of the Christmas Movie, Love Actually.

When I am decorating the tree, each ornament seems to have a memory attached. Whether it was my grandmothers or my dad’s or something one of the kids made when they were young. Everything seems to bring a smile or a tear. Do you have a special ornament that comes to mind?


I don’t have anything from my childhood. I do collect ornaments now though. I have a huge Hawaiiana collection. And absolutely LOVE the glass ornaments from Europe. I do have things I got with my late husband which are full of memories too. Our love of France and the fleur de lys we got in Vegas, plus the pink VW beetle. The baseball things. An ornament he had made in Honolulu that has his, mine and Leo Ray Jr’s name on it (our cat.)

 

The Christmas Quickies
Favourite Christmas Movie

Love Actually 



Fav Story


I don’t have one sorry. It’s not as big a deal in New Zealand as the US. And reading these questions, I realize how different it is to here in the States. Christmas time in NZ was when the strawberries, fresh peas and cherries came into being in a big way for a few weeks. There was an air of holiday time (as in hot days, wearing shorts and jandals, (flip-flops) going to the beach or camping and lazing about.)

The week between Christmas and New Year used to be wonderful, because the whole of New Zealand practically shut down. LOL. The dairies (local 7/11 type stores) and supermarkets would be on limited hours. A lot of the businesses closed their doors. Things like lawyers, non-essential businesses etcetera would be closed until late January. Everyone had a holiday mood to them. Many of the local takeaways, the malls and general shops were shut. Industrial factories, shops and the like were all closed.

This produced a real ‘holiday’ relaxed feeling throughout the whole country. The news featured fun things only. People had Christmas Day at home or they went camping. It was wonderful really. I can’t inject the carefree laidback feeling of it into this writing. But having a whole country on holiday produced this rarified atmosphere of complete relaxation. It was gorgeous.

Often people didn’t go back to full time work until after the first week of January. All paid for. Schools were all off for the Christmas holidays which run from mid-December approximately to the end of January. Trust me, this is about the length of our summer anyway. LOL. Er sorry… this wasn’t a very quickie answer. LOL. I just realized how different my Christmas’s were growing up compared to the States Christmas’s.

Fav Christmas Carol or Hymn

Again, sorry, I don’t have one. We’re a secular country so hymns are out. And we never had Christmas music at home. I now associate all the songs from Love Actually with Christmas time. LOL.

Fav Food

The fat red or black cherries. I loved the candied ginger and salty cashews too. Such sweet treats for me as I have a savory tooth. I’m trying to think what we had for Christmas dinner. Mostly it was a roast of some kind. Lamb or chicken. I never had turkey until I came to the States twenty odd years ago. All the roast vegetables, parsnips, kumera (NZ sweet potato), yams (different to the ones here. Small bright orange grub like looking tubers—hard to explain. I’ve never seen them here. But are called Oca’s in the rest of the world.) Potatoes and pumpkin, all roasted with the meat. Fresh peas, fresh picked, shelled and eaten by us until we were green.

A trifle for dessert. A layer of sponge cake, spread with strawberry jam and soaked in sherry. Then a can of Watties Fruit Salad thrown over the top—pear cubes, peaches and pineapple, with the cherries that looked artificial, but you felt lucky if you managed to get one. LOL. On top of that was homemade custard, then oodles of whipped cream. Yum! 
I always make a Pavlova too for Christmas. It’s our national dessert. (and the Aussies, but we won’t mention them.) :) Pillowy meringue on the inside and crisp white shell on the outside, filled with whipped cream, cut up strawberries, kiwifruit and passion fruit topping. I love it and the Americans and Canadians I’ve made it for, do too. 


Here’s the best recipe for it:

8 egg whites
2 cups of sugar

About 3 kiwifruit
A ‘punnet’ or small container of strawberries (I’ve also used frozen strawberry’s in the States and using them as a center ‘hash.’
Passion fruit pulp is available, but not necessary.

If all these are in short supply.

Use canned drained peaches, blueberries, or raspberries

Cut a 23cm round (about 9”) out of parchment paper and place it on a flat baking tray.

Turn the oven on to 250’ (120’C)

Separate the egg whites and beat with an electric beater until soft peaks form. Then start adding the sugar, a couple of tablespoons at a time. You will need to beat this for 12 minutes on a fairly good speed to get the height out of the egg whites. Don’t skimp on the time otherwise you won’t get the body you want to hold well.

Spread the mixture over the circle with a spatula. Make furrows up the side of the pav and smooth the top.

Bake for an hour and 15 mins to 30mins until dry on the middle shelf. When you tap it, it should sound hollow. Turn the oven off, leave the door open and let cool.

Then plonk lots of whipped cream on top and decorate with slices of kiwifruit and quartered strawberries. We often put passion fruit pulp on it too. Use an electric knife to cut it if you have one. It’s a wee bit messy, but sooooooooo good. It will only last for the day, but I’ve never had any left over. LOL. Decorate close to serving for best results, but you can keep the dry pavlova in an airtight container non-refrigerated until you’re ready to decorate it.

Tree—Real or Artificial?

Real!! Love the smell. Gorgeous!

Please tell us about your new release, Saint Nicholas

Because my brain has stopped working tonight, I’ll give you the blurb sorry.

A beautiful heartfelt, sensual erotic romance story—New Zealander, Daisy struggles with the death of her husband, her days become blurs of unreality. There doesn’t seem to be any light at the end and if there is one—it’s probably a train.

Life has become slightly surreal. Nobody told her death would be like this. That she’d feel so exhausted some days, even brushing her teeth would seem like the ascent on Everest without oxygen.

Her one bright spot is picking up a lotto ticket at the local store where the gorgeous Greek owner Nicky Constantine works. His dancing Aegean-blue eyes and jet black wavy hair are as attractive as his long fingers. She notices them every time. He’s flirty and fun—he’s probably nice to everyone. Good Greek Boy, she thinks in her sarkier moments.

But one day, Nicky touches her hand and she’s transported into another time and era—she sees a flash of a heavy sheepskin flight jacket and peaked service cap. In her confusion, she leaves her cash card at the store.

Unbeknown to Daisy, Nicky’s only flirty with her. He’s been watching her for months, concerned for this lovely, fragile woman.

Finding her card, he takes up her challenge that men aren’t romantic anymore. He arrives at her door with an invitation to drive down to the river.

He’s packed champagne and candles…

Christmas is right around the corner...has Saint Nicholas come early this year?

As many of your readers, fans and friends are aware, you lost your own husband in the past year, how much of you is in Daisy?

A lot. Most of what I describe in Daisy’s feelings, the isolation and surrealness has been what it’s been like for me over the past year. I wrote this book about the six month anniversary mark of Aaron’s death. And my feelings in Saint Nicholas pretty much accurately mirror that time. I always write from a very personal space and Saint Nicholas is no exception. I’m currently writing a new book in The Hawaiians series and part of Aaron’s death and our relationship is in that. Writing has always been a way for writers to express what’s often very internal for them. I’m no exception.

Was the writing of this story cathartic for you?

Yes, it was the opening up door for how I was feeling at the time. I am pretty isolated where I am without a great deal of in person support. So at times, I felt like I was going mad with feelings that just kept piling up and no one to really talk to them about. I wrote a blog about the six month anniversary which unleashed some of how I was feeling. It felt very vulnerable to do that and I wondered whether to do it at the time. But people were wonderful. Then I wrote the book afterward. It’s part of the healing process I think. That six month mark in a death is where you start to heal or sink badly in psych terms.

Also with the release of Saint Nicholas, you are also one of the authors in MuseItUp Publishing’s the Wild Darkness Calls themed bundle, which also comes out today featuring, Dark War. Double Congratulations. Give us a run down. 


Thanks H K. Dark War was the very first book I wrote and had published by Muse.  It features Henry, Izzy and Charlie who have a deep soul love for each other that goes outside the normal male/female relationship. I’ve always called them a committed poly-faithful relationships or ménage. But this usually indicates the men are bisexual. I actually think Henry and Charlie might be pansexual. You love who you love. Although, in this book, I made Charlie more bisexual. He’s the raunchier of the two men and more likely to experiment.

Henry’s an older black Southern Gentleman and the love for Charlie, his best friend is surprising, but also not…for both he and Izzy. Charlie’s simply part of them. When Charlie goes missing with some awful people from his Club, Henry and Izzy go to find him to bring him home. He’s in an old plantation house he owns, now falling into disrepair. There’s a storm brewing and when they arrive, a scene of debauchery and sex is happening.

Izzy’s a fiery New Zealander like me and throws a fit. She and Henry take care of Charlie, trying to convey how much they love him. A deep sensuous bath and sultry sex unfolds. And we see Charlie let his walls down for something he really wants in his heart.

There’s a lot of emotion in this story and deep soul yearning that people often comment on. I felt it when I wrote it. Charlie is a Creole like Henry. There’s a richness in their stories, all set in New Orleans. The love between them is very heart warming.

These characters also are the stars of the Troika Love Series. The first book comes out in spring next year with Muse. You can find the blurbs over on www.troikaromance.com. I darkened them very slightly for this book, but their personalities remain the same. We get to see Henry and Izzy’s relationship unfold in Henry and Isolde. Then in book two, The Chi Circle, Charlie comes into their relationship and we watch that develop.

I love these characters, they’re my heart and soul in many ways. 


I have an excerpt for Saint Nicholas and Dark War on my website. Go and have a poke around if you feel like it.  Thanks so much H K for having me here with you at this time of year. Hoping everyone has had a lovely Thanksgiving and wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas or holidays, as they say in the old and new country. LOL. 

Thank you for being my guest today, Meg, congratulations on the new releases. I wish you a Merry Christmas and many blessings in the new year coming. You deserve them all. Aloha and Mahalo.