Sunday, December 26, 2010

Home for the Holidays?

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Julie Kensworth opens her door to more than a blizzard and greets two wayward cowboys. She realizes right away she’s headed straight for the eye of the storm.

Brandon Blake and Quinn Stewart are a long way from home. They’re looking for a warm place to hang their hats while they try to wait out the snow and ice, which continues to gain momentum.

Julie is an author and she’s not just the average writer, she’s one of the most notorious writers in the world. When Quinn and Blake figure out Julie is an erotic romance author, well, needless to say, their minds churn with all sorts of ideas, most of them geared toward how they can heat up the cold winter nights ahead.

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A soldier may wave a white flag of surrender but a cowboy never concedes, especially at Christmastime.

Luke McGregor knows how to protect himself. He’s a hard ass but even a cowboy with a cocksure attitude understands what he’s facing when his heart speeds up and his words slow down all because of one little brown-eyed darlin’.

Marcy Killian has something about her, a way of making Luke stand up and take notice. She may scare the livin’ daylights out of him but Luke’s played around with wild notions long enough. It’s time to approach the enemy and make nice with an old friend.

Marcy is a little older and quite a bit wiser since the last time she saw Luke McGregor. She knows all about missed opportunities and since she’s not getting any younger, she’s bound and determined to capture Luke’s attention once and for all. But she may bite off a little more than she can possibly chew.

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Martin Cartwright's neighbor receives disheartening news. She's dying. As far as Martin can tell, Addison has never looked better, but when daily sightings of his beautiful neighbor become few and far between, Martin realizes Addison isn't too keen on living. And he decides to help her get on with dying.

Martin plans to scare Addison into living. Unbeknownst to him, someone is watching with similar goals. Only Drake Valentine's interests in the lovely Miss Deveraux vary from Martin's ambitions. Soon, Addison must choose between living in the shadows of sickness and stepping into the darkness where she's always been drawn.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Happy Holidays From Regina Paul...

I just wanted to stop in and wish everyone a happy holiday. I hope you received everything you wanted for Christmas! :-)

I also wanted to let my readers know I have a free holiday read available. Lilly's Christmas Surprise. This is the sequel to Lilly's Choice so if you haven't read Lilly's Choice, be sure and download a copy of it and read it before reading Lilly's Christmas Surprise. While my holiday free read can be read alone, you'll miss out on the history of the colony planet of Lara, as well as, the back history on Lilly, Dylan and Rom. These are both menage erotic romances.

Just click on the link cover below and then again on the cover on the free romance fiction website and you'll have your very own PDF of the story!


Merry Christmas From Cynthia Sax

Merry Christmas to everyone celebrating today!
I hope you received everything you wished for including hugs and kisses from your loved ones... oh... and chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate! (Grinning)

Please drop a note and let me know how you're celebrating today!


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By Cynthia Sax
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Bitsys Christmas Demon

Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector. Decimus volunteers to be Bitsy's protector. He's lusted after the Christmas fairy for years. Three days and three nights with Bitsy allows him to satisfy that lust.

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Christmas fairies were supposed to be nice. They preached endlessly about goodwill on earth and other feel good shit. Decimus glared at the green-skinned beauty buzzing around the diner, food-laden platters in her small hands. That goodwill clearly didn’t extend to demons. If it did, Bitsy wouldn’t now be torturing the hell out of him.

She brushed against his arm as she passed by. The casual contact made his cock twitch. His cock was already hard. It had been hard for her since he woke up this morning. On any other day of the year, Decimus would have taken care of that problem in the shower, but today was Christmas Eve. Today, his problem belonged to Bitsy.

Not that she cared. She bent over to refill a cup of coffee. Her skirt pulled up, exposing smooth green thigh. Decimus bared his teeth. He wished to bite that soft skin, marking her, declaring to the world that she was his. It didn’t matter that he saw her for only three days out of every year. She belonged to him.

A blond-haired, pink-cheeked elf sitting in a nearby booth stared too intently at Bitsy’s ass. Decimus growled. The elf met his gaze. Decimus allowed his eyes to glow red. The elf stuffed a pancake in his mouth, threw a wad of bills on the table, and ran out the diner door.

Bitsy tossed a frown over her shoulder. Decimus smiled serenely back, giving his best portrayal of innocence. He tapped his watch, and she rolled her emerald eyes. He sniffed the air, and his smile stretched into a demonic grin. She wasn’t as unaffected by his presence as she feigned. He could smell her moist pussy.

She retraced her steps. This time when she brushed against him, he was prepared. He caught her arm. “If I don’t get my order filled soon, Bits, I’ll be taking it to go,” he murmured into that curly green hair. She smelled like mint and Bitsy. Her nostrils flared. Her cheeks flushed a forest green. He was serious about taking action, and Decimus read that realization in her beautiful face.

“Your order is next, sir.” She played waitress with him, her voice high and squeaky. He ran his palm down her arm before reluctantly letting her go.

She hurried to the counter, her hips swinging. “We’re out of cream. I’m going to the storage room to get more,” she informed her employees. She disappeared through a door.

Decimus stood, his body tense with anticipation. The storage room was a favorite rendezvous spot. He let a couple of minutes elapse before following. The employees watched, grins on their faces, but they didn’t stop him. They couldn’t stop him even if they wanted to. He was an ancient and powerful demon. He stomped down the stairs, following his Christmas fairy’s fresh scent. What he wanted, he got, and he wanted Bitsy, badly.


Cynthia Sax
Demon On The Dance Floor - Big, Bad, And Horny
Badge Bunny – The Naughtiest Bunny Meets The Toughest Supercop

Thursday, December 23, 2010

What a Year

If a picture paints a thousand words, then 2010 has been word-full for me. These are some, but not all, of the covers from my releases in the past year. I don't remember being that busy, but obviously, I was!

It's so exciting to have ideas change into stories, which turn into books. :D Take a peek- and if anything catches your eye and you want to see a blurb, or except, check out my blog: Vivian Arend.

I'm already diving into 2011...

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

When the Cat's Away

Not for the first time in our marriage, hubby Jack is away on business. As a long-distance trucker we see very little of each other. I hate being apart, but it's a necessity at the moment, and I'm living in a city where women are without their men a good deal—and for far more hazardous duty.

I recognize that there are advantages to being on my own. I can eat whatever and whenever I want. I can stay up late and watch TV without worrying if I’m keeping Jack awake. I can spend unlimited time on the Internet and not feel guilty about not being with him, carrying on sparkling conversation.

So many options, so few hours in the week.

This is the first time in quite awhile we’ve been separated like this, and I’ve had to think hard of what I used to do when I kept the home fires burning and he was off somewhere ensuring the good ship Knight stays afloat financially. Here is my current list:

1. Take out the trash. I resent this because I feel trash is naturally a man’s domain. Okay, women might have swept the bones out of the caves, but ever since Rubbermaid made trash cans, I believe men have developed the trash gene. It’s evolution at its best. Of course, no matter what we tell our hubbies, this can only be done so many times a week.

2. Inspect the house. This is my first time alone in this house, and the first night in bed alone I heard every crack, bump and creak. I got up twice to check the doors and look outside. Now I do a quick walk through every evening, but that still occupies a good two minutes of my time.

3. Inspect my toys. This is far more fun than the house walk-through, but (sadly) very limited. With Jack gone, these little gems are necessities. This takes a whole ten seconds to switch on and off, making sure the batteries are charged and ready if the spirit should “vibrate” me.

4. Write – Yes, theoretically, I have more time to write now. Only one person to cook for, less laundry to do, quiet nights since conversation is diminished. However, surprisingly, it still takes time to cook for one, I usually do laundry on the weekends, and we talk twice as long on the phone now than when he was home every night, so maybe not so much writing will take place.

5. Count the days and hours until he comes home.

To all of my sisters who’re alone through no desire of their own, take heart. This too shall pass.

Note: Unfortunately, I am going to be at work when this posts. I will try to drop in at lunch, but I'm not sure the office computer will let me. If I can't reply to your comments, please forgive! Merry Christmas! And here's wishing all of us a happy and prosperous new year.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Christmas Greetings

Wow, I cannot believe another year is just about over. How quickly it has flown. Why is it when you get older, time seems to go faster?

Christmas in Australia is a little different from Christmas in countries covered in snow. Not only is it the peak of our summer, it’s also stinking hot at the moment. Coupled with that, we’re having a series of super cell storms, with lots of flooding, and the weather people have predicted more of the same for Christmas day. A traditional Christmas for us is more likely to be a barbeque out in the back yard or around the swimming pool. We still have our traditional ham on the bone, and roast turkey and roast chicken, but generally we’ll cook the roasts the day before and they are carved and served as cold cuts. Along with that goes the tossed green salad, coleslaw, lashings of potato salad, cranberry sauce. Dessert is usually plum pudding and custard for those who want it, or cheesecake and pavlova. Because it’s so hot, we usually hold our Christmas dinner at lunchtime.

But where’s the barbeque, or “barbie” as we Aussies call it, come in, you might ask. Aha! That’s for the prawns and the Morton Bay bugs. Back in the Eighties, there was an Australian Tourism advertisement starring Paul Hogan of Crocodile Dundee fame. He used a line “I’ll slip another shrimp on the barbie for you.” Over time, that’s become “throw a prawn on the barbie.”

There’s nothing nicer than fresh prawns, dressed with a little lemon juice and black pepper, cooked on the barbie. And Morton Bay Bugs? The official name in Australia is the Bay Lobster, but it’s more widely known as the Morton Bay Bug. Smaller than what we’d normally think of as a lobster, these little guys are fantastic done on the barbie.

Each country has its own traditions, but up where I live, in the heat of Australia, this is a traditional Christmas for us. And just to show you we like to do things our own way, I’m leaving you with an Aussie song. Our version of Jingle Bells, sung to the same tune.

Aussie Jingle Bells

Dashing through the bush
In a rusty Holden Ute
Kicking up the dust
Esky in the boot
Kelpie by my side
Singing Christmas songs
It's summer time and I am in
My singlet, shorts & thongs



Engine's getting hot
Dodge the kangaroos
Swaggy climbs aboard
He is welcome too
All the family is there
Sitting by the pool
Christmas day, the Aussie way
By the barbecue!


Come the afternoon
Grandpa has a doze
The kids and uncle Bruce
Are swimming in their clothes
The time comes round to go
We take a family snap
Then pack the car and all shoot through
Before the washing up



Monday, December 20, 2010


Seducing Santa
By Ann Cory

Chapter One

Ivy paced around her office to the amusement of her best friend and co-worker, Janet.
“What if I wrap myself up in a bright red bow and throw myself in his arms?”
“That’s certainly one way to get his attention. Can’t say you’ve ever been one for subtlety.”
“Well I’m getting desperate. If he doesn’t ask me out soon, then I’ll have spent an entire year crushing on someone with zero results. Not since junior high have I had such a poor average. You know, I wasn’t one of those shy girls, but I swear they had more dates than I did. There’s just something threatening about a woman speaking her mind and having bold qualities these days. Especially when it comes to sex.”
“Maybe he’s a virgin and you intimidate him.”
“Like hell. Have you seen his body?”
“No. Have you?”
“Not exactly, but I’ve imagined him with all his clothes off and it was a great visual. Trust me, he’s gotten laid plenty. Damn, now I’m distracted.”
“Don’t know what to say toots. I’ve never seen you act so goofy over a guy before. Not sure whether I think less of you for it or not.”
“No problem. What are best friends for?”
Ivy let out a long, low grumble. “It’s all so frustrating! He avoids me like the plague. If I walk into the fax room, he hightails it out of there. When I’m on my way to get myself a cup of coffee and ask if he’d like some, he shakes his head and looks away. Would it kill him to say two words to me?”
“What would you say to him if he walked in the room right now?”
“I’d say, Mitch, darling. I masturbate every night just so I can fall asleep after thinking about you all day. Could you please give a girl a break and shove your cock in? Just once?”
Janet nearly spewed her coffee all over her blouse. “Girl, you are a riot. I think you should do just that. If nothing else, you’ll give him one hell of a fantasy image.”
“I’m sick of only having a fantasy image. When I turned the big 3-0 last month it was like a huge wake up call for me. Time is not going to wait for me to settle down with the perfect guy, I’ve got to get out there and start doing cattle calls for one.”
Janet patted her friend on the back. “Sounds like you have it all figured out, hon.”
“Yeah, you’d think so. Here I am at the top of my game, making good money, own a car and a house, and still single. Not just newly single, but painfully single for over a year. I tell you Janet, I’m two steps away from putting an ad in the paper and I swore I’d never do that.”
“You don’t want to take a chance that you meet up with some sleaze ball who takes you out, and then really takes you out, if you know what I mean.”
Ivy banged her fist on top of her desk. “If it weren’t for the fact that Mitch is the man I want, I’d be able to move on. But I want him.”
Janet shook her head and picked lint off her skirt. “You want him because he doesn’t want you.”
“Not true. I have no intention of a one-night stand. I want him for the long haul. I have to come to terms with the fact I’m desperate so now I have to step it up a notch. Tomorrow I’m going to make him talk to me. One way or another.”
“I’m here for you toots. Supporting you all the way. Do me a favor though, would you?”
“What’s that?”
“Tell him the masturbation part. I swear it will make him sit up and take notice.”
A wicked idea popped into Ivy’s head, and she smiled to herself. “The old girl still has it.”
“Has what?”
“Has it going on up here,” she said, tapping her forehead. “You just wait. I’m going to get my way and have fun doing it.”
“I smell mischief of the Ivy kind,” her friend laughed and walked toward the door. “I’ll see you in the morning. Call me if you need me to talk you out of anything crazy.”
Ivy whipped her chestnut colored hair over her shoulder and glared at her friend. “Bye, Janet.”
She plopped down in the plush leather chair and rested her feet up on the desk, rocking back and forth. How hard could it be to snare a man? Obviously when it involved Mitch Summers, it was going to be tricky. Still, at this point she was willing to try anything. The plan she was concocting in her devious mind had to work. It just had to.

Chapter Two

After a quick dinner of leftover pasta and wine, Ivy grabbed her laptop and climbed in bed wearing only a nightshirt. She drummed her fingers on the nightstand while waiting for the thing to load. Immediately she brought up her work email and started a page normally reserved for office memos. At the top of the page she typed Secret Santa Selection and then underneath she typed her name. She wrote a short paragraph explaining that it was a new thing Bridgewater was implementing each Christmas to add a little holiday spirit to the workplace. Then she made the bottom of the email look all official-like with the normal business slogans and added her boss’ name as a finishing touch. Mitch would think it was a corporate decision to do secret Santa’s this year and one thing she’d heard about him was, he never questioned anything the boss did.
Ivy scanned the memo over three times before she typed in Mitch’s email address. With her finger poised over the SEND button, she had a tinge of doubt. What if she wasn’t his type? What if all the signs he’d been giving her were because he wasn’t attracted to her in the slightest? She would wind up looking like a total fool. On the other hand, maybe he didn’t know how to approach her, which is why she was stepping in. She was assertive enough for the both of them. There was nothing to lose at this point, except him, and she didn’t have him to begin with.
A sly smile played at her mouth and she pressed the button.
She grabbed the remote and clicked through a bunch of boring programs before deciding to hit the sack early. Closing her eyes she imagined Mitch next to her, his naked body for her to ravage. She imagined his dark wavy hair, deep-set blue eyes, firm chin, and hunky smile. The burning desire to run her hands along his body drove her nuts. His backside fit perfectly in his slacks, giving her a good reason to walk behind him whenever possible.
Ivy’s feral fingers found the damp crevice between her thighs and sought out her throbbing clit. It didn’t take long before she felt the buildup starting in her abdomen.
“Mm, Mitch you bad boy, take me now and take me hard.”
She rubbed her clit faster and her legs shot straight out, tensing as she rocked her pelvis. Her hunger for his cock was overwhelming and she couldn’t wait to know what it really felt like.
The orgasm finally let loose and she squirmed as her fingers dipped into her creamy release. She rolled over onto her stomach and waited for the aftereffects to subside. What she wouldn’t give to curl up next to Mitch’s big strong body, and fall asleep. The scent of her intense emission was strong on her fingertips as she brushed a strand of her hair from her eyes. It took her several minutes before she relaxed and closed her eyes. She hoped her dreams were filled with visions of Mitch dancing in her head.
Ivy made sure to pass by Mitch’s desk. “Good morning!”
His eyes passed hurriedly over her body but he didn’t say a word. Refusing to let that deter her, she made a point to wiggle her ass with a little more pizzazz underneath her tight, black skirt with the slit that ventured pretty high in the back.
When she got in her office she got out the phonebook and skimmed along the entries looking for a lingerie shop that delivered. On her third try she found the number of a boutique nearby and dialed it.
“Season’s Greetings. Heidi’s Pleasure Cove, how may I help you?”
“Hello, Heidi. My name is Delores and I work over here at the Bridgewood law offices. I’m calling on behalf of Mitch Summers and wondered if you could deliver a special gift. It’s his anniversary and his wife just loves lingerie. Do you have something fit for the holidays?”
“We have a sexy little red number with white trim that comes with a pair of matching crotchless panties and thigh-high stockings. It’s our best seller. What size would you need?”
Ivy cleared her throat to keep from laughing. She really was clever. “I’d need it in a size six, unless it runs tight then an eight will do. And please put the name Ivy on the envelope, written small and indiscreet.”
“Sure thing. And a six should fit fine. I can have it there in twenty minutes. How will you be paying for this?”
She jimmied her credit card out from her purse and recited the number. Janet walked in right as she was hanging up the phone.
“Uh oh.”
Ivy gave her a strange look. “What?”
“You’ve got that, cat swallowed the canary kind of expression on your face, which means you’re up to something. You going to spill?”
“Not until you close the door.”
Her friend quickly slammed the door and strode over, throwing herself into one of the high back chairs. “So? Who were you talking to?”
Janet’s right eyebrow vanished up into her blonde wispy bangs. “Don’t think I know anyone named Heidi.”
“From Heidi’s Pleasure Cove.”
“Oh right, that boutique down the block. They sell some sexy stuff there. If I had anyone to wear it for, I’d probably waste several paychecks there. Thinking of buying something hot to wear?”
“In a way, I did. Only…Mitch is going to give it to me.”
“Are you serious? How’d you get him to do something like that?”
Ivy leaned in closer to her friend. “This morning I sent a memo to him that he was my secret Santa. Signed by the boss.”
Janet’s mouth hung open a second, long enough for Ivy to see what color gum she was chewing. “No way!”
“You’re a sly one. I knew I kept you around for something. I’ve got to see this.”
“The idea is he opens it up thinking it’s a package for him, possibly from his own secret Santa. I’ll just happen to walk by right then and catch him with it.”
“Then what?”
Ivy shrugged her shoulders. “Not sure, it’ll play itself out. It should arrive in about twenty minutes or so. Since your office is closest to the elevator, could you page me if you see someone delivering a box?”
“You know I love being part of naughty plots.” Janet gave her a wink and scurried off.
While she waited, Ivy sat at her desk playing with the hem of her skirt. She nearly jumped out of her seat when the intercom beeped.
“Code naughty,” Janet whispered, followed by a snicker.
Ivy stood and grabbed a folder to make it look like she was on her way somewhere. Peering around the wall she watched a young looking brunette hand Mitch a box and then walk back to the elevator. This was her cue.
She strolled up to him and watched as he was set to open the box. As he pulled off the lid she took bigger steps until she was standing right across from him. He pulled back the tissue paper and studied what was inside.
She set her folder on his desk and leaned forward. “Whatcha got there?”
Mitch was visibly startled and looked up at her, his cheeks blazing crimson. She could clearly make out something red and flimsy with fluffy white trim.
“Wow, you have some fine taste in lingerie. What pretty lady did you buy that for?”
“I-uh. Think there was some mistake.”
Ivy snatched the lid from out of his hands and turned it in every direction until she noticed the name written in tiny lettering. IVY. She set her mouth in a large O and batted her eyelashes at him.
“Oh Mitch, you’re so sweet! I had no idea you were buying me a Christmas gift.”
His flustered expression made it difficult for her to stay in the role.
“No, you don’t understand…”
“I get it now, silly me. I bet it was supposed to be a surprise and I walked up at the wrong time.”
“Oh it’s a surprise all right,” Mitch mumbled and handed the package to her.
“Well if it’s any consolation, I love it.” She removed the teddy from the box and watched as the panties and stockings fell to the floor. Some of her co-workers giggled and started talking among themselves. Frank Colver was so bold as to give Mitch a good pat on the back.
“Way to go man.”
Mitch shook his head vigorously “No, wait. I didn’t…I mean I-” He threw his hands up and sighed. “Merry Christmas, enjoy.”
Ivy rushed behind his desk and left a stain of scarlet lipstick on his cheek. “You’ve made me very happy. Now I’ll need to think up something to give to you in return!” His ears turned as red as his face and she beamed inside.
“Don’t worry about it.” He got up and pushed in his chair. “I think I need a coffee.”
She nodded her head and put the lingerie back in the box. Tucking it under her arm, she grabbed her folder and headed toward her office. But not before giving a nod to Janet who was watching wide-eyed.
After she closed her office door, she made an invisible line in the air. “One down, one to go.”
Back in her chair, she typed up another memo, this time with the caption of Meeting. Ivy knew the Garden Room would be empty for the rest of the week due to the fact it served more as a storage room than a business room. She looked over her schedule for the next day and saw she had an open window from 10am to noon. Quickly she typed out the pretend agenda, complete with Mr. Bridgewater’s signature, and sent it off to Mitch.
The rest of the day kept her knee-deep in proposals, filing, and contracts of potential clients. No matter what she did, she couldn’t erase the smirk from her lips. She said he was going to talk to her, and talk he did. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and she believed it would be the promise of new things. Now she was getting into a festive mood.
Her phone rang and she focused back on work-related things. It was going to be a long day.

Chapter Three

Janet met her at the elevator just as Ivy was on her way out.
“Didn’t think six o’clock was ever going to get here.”
“Tell me about it,” Ivy agreed. She laced her arm through her friend’s and they stepped into the elevator together. “Did you see the look on his face?”
“While you were busy gloating in your office, the poor dear stayed red-faced all day and ooh, he was mumbling up a storm. I didn’t think you could pull it off, but I’m so glad you did!”
“Me too. Now I have to step it up a notch.”
“With what?”
Ivy shook the box in her hand. “With this.”
“You mean you’re going to wear it tomorrow?”
She nodded her head. “Damn straight. I didn’t spend a hundred dollars on a skimpy outfit without the intention of wearing it.”
“You’re fast proving persistence pays off.”
“Finally, though it could still go either way. I’m hoping for a Christmas miracle. I’ve never asked for one before, so maybe this is my year.”
“If I still have one I’ll loan you mine, just for added luck.”
The elevator opened to the parking garage and they both walked out. Ivy disengaged her car alarm and opened the door.
“See you tomorrow,” she called to Janet and climbed in. Gently she patted the box and set it on the passenger seat.
When she got home she went straight into the bathroom to do some major preparation, starting first with waxing her bikini area. She wanted to have everything just right, in case her plan came to fruition.
Smooth, clean, and horny as hell, Ivy slipped between the sheets and ran her fingers along her silky mound. From inside the nightstand drawer she pulled out a petite, blue vibrator. She slipped it between her thighs and pressed it against her slick nub. Her nipples instantly perked up from the coolness of the toy. It had been a gag gift at a party she went to, and turned into a loyal friend. Clicking it on she felt the powerful vibration go right through her, making her breasts jiggle. Sure it was a quick fix, but it got her off and helped diminish her sexual appetite. If she got her way, there’d be a bigger, thicker replacement from her secret Santa.
A small cry escaped her throat as her juices coated the tiny gadget. She removed it and wiped the tip off with a nearby tissue. The hunger was sated for now, but it wouldn’t last long. Dessert would have to wait.

Chapter Four

After a quick shower to help wake her up, Ivy put on the red bustier and was pleased with the way it conformed to her breasts, giving them a rounder, fuller appearance. The material was see-through and showed off her peach-colored nipples perfectly. She’d never worn crotchless panties before and reveled in how liberated she felt.
The stockings were a bit of a challenge; she was notorious for getting runs in the damn things all the time. Grateful for their sturdy quality, she got each thigh-high on and did another check in the mirror. She decided on a classy pair of black slacks and a jade green silk shirt to cover up most of the impish outfit, leaving several buttons undone.
Ivy kept her make-up light and earrings and black pumps completed the look. With one final glimpse in the mirror she ran the brush through and smiled at her reflection. On her way out the door she grabbed a protein bar and two bottles of water. She’d need some fuel to pull off her next Christmas goodie.


Most of her was spent making endless copies and organizing the main computer database. Her eyes never strayed far from a clock.
Around 9:30am she slipped into the Garden Room and arranged things to give it a cozier feel. She fidgeted with all but one of the light switches so only a small patch of light shone from the far corner. Ivy slipped off her pumps, slacks, and shirt and made herself comfortable in the chair. She leaned her head back and calmed her nerves. This would be the riskiest thing she’d ever attempted in her life, but she refused to lose her cool now.
She counted down the final minute on her watch and took a deep, cleansing breath.

Chapter Five

The door to the meeting room creaked open and she watched Mitch fumble for the light switch. After several failed attempts he gave up and walked all the way in, closing the door behind him. When he turned and saw her, he did a double take.
Ivy toyed with a strand of her hair and opened her legs, enough to reveal the slit in the panties.
Mitch scratched his head, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. “I-I’m sorry, I received a memo that there’d be a meeting in this room, I guess I read it wrong.”
Afraid she’d miss her chance, she jumped up and draped her arms around his waist. Her bountiful breasts scrunched up together and she watched his eyes linger.
She put her manicured finger to his lips and followed along the outline of his mouth. “Please, I need to tell you something. If I don’t say what’s on my mind, I’ll regret it forever. There’s nothing I hate more than looking back at a part of my life and wishing I’d done things differently. Will you give me a few moments?”
Mitch nodded his head. She led him to a chair and then sat down across from him. The room was already warm from the clutter of furniture and old computers, but in his presence her body temperature went up several more degrees. Leaning back she let her fingers slide along the fleshy tops of her breasts.
“I’ve had a crush on you for about a year. Did you know that?
Mitch’s tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as his eyes followed the movement of her hand. He shook his head, no.
“Well, I have. In the beginning I was content to flirt here and there, make eye contact, and just say hi. But then I found myself falling for you. I’d try to find ways to be in the same room as you, only when I succeeded, you took off like a bat out of hell.”
Her nipples prodded at the bustier, making their appearance known. She circled them, feeling them stretch beneath the fabric. Her eyes traveled down his body and rested on what looked to be the beginnings of an erection. With renewed hope, she kept up her efforts, letting her thighs fall open.
“You really didn’t know I liked you?”
“No, I thought you were being friendly.”
“I see.”
Beads of sweat lined along her forehead. Her breath quickened, making it harder to talk in an even tone.
“Let me ask you something. Do you like me? I don’t even mean in the way I like you, but just a general acquaintance-type kind of feeling?”
“Yes, I like you very much.”
Ivy smiled, letting her fingers fall down her front, landing in her lap. She leaned back and stretched her legs out, keeping them parted.
“I’m glad to hear you say that. I was under the impression you wanted nothing to do with me, which is why I resorted to desperate measures to get you alone. I was kinda hoping for a Christmas miracle.”
She watched him shift in his chair, the bulge in his pants more visible.
“My feelings for you have become so overwhelming that I can’t fall asleep at night without pleasuring myself.”
She parted her thighs wider and traced her fingers around the edges of the panties, drenched with her wetness. Her fingers curved and dipped along the soft folds of her sex.
“I pretend you’re in the room with me, your naked body poised above mine, telling me all the dirty things you want to do to me.”
Her voice faltered as she stuck a finger all the way in and swiped her clit. It was extra sensitive and longing for immediate contact.
Mitch continued squirming in his chair. Sweat formed along the sides of his face and above his upper lip.
“What can I give you Ivy, tell me.”
“You. I want you for Christmas. I want to know what you feel like inside me. I’m tired of imagining it, dreaming it, craving it so badly I taste it.”
He moved from the chair and kneeled before her.
“Damn you, woman. From the moment you walked in the office, you stirred me. Strutting around the office in your short skirts, tight tops unbuttoned enough to set my adrenaline into high gear, always shaking that shapely ass of yours.”
“Why…why didn’t you talk to me?”
He pulled his shirt up over his head and she studied his broad chest. Manly, that was the word that popped in her head. Everything about his being was manly.
His hands fumbled with his belt and he stood up long enough to remove his pants and boxers. For a moment his stiff, glorious cock was only inches from her thirsty mouth. Before she could do anything about it, he knelt back down in front of her and placed his hand on hers. “Allow me to finish what you’ve started.”
Ivy removed her hand and let him take over. The feel of his hot fingers inside her almost made her come on the spot, but she fought to hold back. She’d waited too long for this to have it be over so soon. Carefully she pulled the bustier down under her breasts, freeing her nipples from their restricted state. Mitch knew exactly what she wanted. As his fingers explored her saturated walls, his tongue teased her receptive peach pits, suckling them until she cried out.
He pulled away and lowered his head, burying his face between her thighs.
“Your feminine scent is a huge turn on.”
Ivy bit her lip; her heart was pounding wildly inside her chest. Crotchless panties would be on her list every year from now on.
His tongue glided along her hairless sex, flicking lightly against her swollen nub. Her body convulsed and she propped her legs over the sides of the armrests, fully exposing her glistening mound.
Mitch lapped at her entry, his fingers splaying her lips wide, stretching them so he could gouge his tongue deep inside, followed by his fingers.
“I’ve wanted this so bad,” she whispered, her head lolling from side to side.
His tongue and fingers expertly drew her closer to an orgasm, taunting each of her senses until the room grew fuzzy.
He sat back up on his knees and pulled her forward, bringing her legs around his waist. Ivy gripped the armrests and braced herself for his initial entrance. The width and length of his cock expanded her sex to a point she hadn’t expected. He took a sharp breath in and then slid in further. She watched his thick shaft travel in and out, glossy from her excitement.
“You feel incredible inside me,” she murmured, her body ready to burst.
Mitch plunged again and again, her legs shaking around him, completely out of control. Her inner muscles gripped him tight each time he pulled out, grabbing on like a suction cup, milking him as hard as she could. He was relentless and speeded up his thrusts.
Ivy couldn’t take it any longer. She held her breath and waited as a massive quake shot through her entire being. Half crying, half laughing, she felt the rejuvenating force take her. Through glazed eyes she watched his as he pounded his way to his own orgasm. He shuddered several times, his face clenched, eyes closed. When he looked at her, his eyes sparkled.
Part of her had wanted to take him in her mouth and give him a memorable blowjob, but once he was inside her, she’d quickly changed her mind. At least for now.
Mitch stood and held out his hand. She moved her trembling body into his powerful embrace, resting her face against his chest. His pulse thudded in a drum style tempo. Her knees were still weak, but she wasn’t about to move yet.
“I like hearing your heart beat.”
“Consider it part yours.”
She bent down and picked up his shirt, helping him get dressed again.
“You’re even better than I imagined.”
“My ego doesn’t mind being stroked.”
He tightened his belt to the fifth hole and buckled it. She loved the way he fit in his pants.
Mitch ran the back of his hand along her face. “So you got your miracle and I finally got busy with the sexiest woman in the office. I’d say we made Santa’s good list this year.”
“Yes, we did. Christmas came early.”
“What were you going to do if I walked out of the room and your plan fell through?”
“Admit defeat and give up my fantasy. Then I would’ve probably lowered my standards and tried for Bob.”
Mitch’s eyes practically popped out of their sockets at the mention of the name. “Bob! You mean the short little mailroom guy with the big clunky glasses and shifty eyes?”
Ivy laughed at his dead-on description. “Yes, that Bob.”
He planted his hands on his hips and gave her an incredulous stare. “You’d go from a year of chasing after me straight to Bob?”
“Well, yeah.”
“I think I’m hurt. The guy doesn’t even know what matching socks means. Why in the world would you go for him?”
“Because at least he would be a sure thing. Besides, he took some questionable pictures of me with some zoom lens camera, showing me walking away and bending over. You could see right down my shirt.”
“Actually, I took those pictures.”
She stared at him in disbelief. “Serious?”
He laughed. “Had to have something to get myself off with at night. Call it a guy thing, but I needed a visual.”
“Uh huh. Thanks for sharing.”
Ivy pulled on her slacks and shirt, careful to not miss any buttons. There’d be enough talk in the office as it was; she didn’t need to add more fuel to the gossip fire.
Her inner walls were still reacting to being stretched so wide. It was obvious her tiny blue vibrator would never do from here on out. She slipped on her shoes and did her best to smooth out her disheveled hair.
“I honestly can’t believe you took those photos. You’re a sly dog.”
“Now that I’ve seen the real thing, I don’t need pictures.”
Mitch took her hand in his and reached for the doorknob. As he opened it, Janet nearly fell into him. Her face resembled a painful sunburn as she muttered a string of apologies.
“Yes, well, imagine that. I thought I heard voices coming from in here.” She looked from Ivy to Mitch and back to Ivy.
To keep her friend from further embarrassment, she gave her a quick hug and shooed her back to her office.
“I see your friend is just as devious as you.”
“Janet is…well, Janet. Since tomorrow is Christmas Eve, I wondered if maybe you’d be interested in taking me to the office party, and take me for a spin on the dance floor?”
“Don’t you ever let the guy lead?”
“I’ll be happy to let you lead, on the dance floor.”
Mitch shook his head and took both her hands. “No, I mean, when are you going to let me do the asking?”
“Oh. I don’t know. I’m sure we can work out a compromise.”
“You independent women of today, makes it hard for a man to do the chivalrous thing.”
“By all means, be my gallant knight. I don’t have a problem with you taking charge every now and then. You assert yourself wherever you like, and I’ll let you know when it’s not working for me.”
He laughed heartily, his deep blue eyes twinkling. “I can live with that. I’d like to assert myself this very minute and give you a kiss.”
“You won’t hear any argument from me. In fact I…”
Mitch covered her mouth with his and proceeded to take her breath away. His moist lips still smelled of her sex.
Ivy sank into him, basking in the glow of their first kiss, a kiss that was more than worth the wait. She parted her lips and welcomed the brush of his tongue, inviting his warm breath to rush down her throat. The longer they kissed, the more aroused she became. Finally she had to break away from him and regain some control.
“Something wrong?”
“No, but unless you’re going to tear my clothes off right here and now, I need my heart rate to return to normal.”
Mitch reached his hand to her pants and had them down around her ankles with very little effort. He closed the door and took off his belt. “Who said we had to go anywhere?”
“But, shouldn’t we get back to work?”
“Work can wait.”
He quickly stripped off his slacks and sat in the chair, patting his bare thighs with his hands. “Come sit on Santa’s lap you gorgeous thing you. I have a big secret to share with you.”
“I have a feeling I’m going to like this secret. Over and over again.”

Happy Holidays everyone!
Ann Cory

Sunday, December 19, 2010

If You're Looking for a Quick Holiday Read...

Looking for a quick, fun read this holiday? Be sure to check out Jessamyn's Christmas Gift my White Hot Holidays Christmas Quickie from Ellora's Cave.


It's Christmas Eve and Jessamyn Parker waits by the fireside in her boyfriend's house. She expects him home any minute after being away for three months on business. Clad only in a slinky teddy and sprawled beneath the Christmas tree, she plans to surprise him. But instead of her boyfriend, a complete stranger surprises her.

Caleb Morgan is the new sheriff, and unbeknownst to her, he is also the new owner of the house. Jessamyn flees back to her own home, determined to forget not only her boyfriend's betrayal, but also the heated desire that Caleb has sparked within her.

While Jessamyn is shocked by his appearance, Caleb is enthralled by her. But Jessamyn has had more than enough of men. Now, one year later, it's Christmas time again, and Jessamyn is still swearing off men. But Caleb has other ideas. The only thing he wants for Christmas is the same thing he wanted last year and didn't quite get — Jessamyn Parker under his tree.

Read an Excerpt


Who wouldn't want these Cowboys for Christmas?

Julie Kensworth opens her door to more than a blizzard and greets two wayward cowboys. She realizes right away she’s headed straight for the eye of the storm.

Brandon Blake and Quinn Stewart are a long way from home. They’re looking for a warm place to hang their hats while they try to wait out the snow and ice, which continues to gain momentum.

Julie is an author and she’s not just the average writer, she’s one of the most notorious writers in the world. When Quinn and Blake figure out Julie is an erotic romance author, well, needless to say, their minds churn with all sorts of ideas, most of them geared toward how they can heat up the cold winter nights ahead.

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"I don’t know why you’re pouting," Brandon spat a few minutes later. "She didn’t tell us to hit the road, she just told us to wait out here until she dressed in private."

"I guess I was hoping for an explicit expression of gratitude."

Brandon pointed toward the mantle. "Don’t forget. She probably has a boyfriend."

Quinn ignored him and eyed the bookcase. "The boyfriend isn’t what I’ve been thinking about. What I’m wondering is why she has so many of those Carla Carrington books."

Julie strolled in the kitchen like a breath of fresh air. She lit up the place with an easy smile and a refreshing stroke of confidence. "Carla Carrington is my pseudonym."

"Do huh?" Brandon asked, chin dropping.

"Your pseudonym?" Quinn asked for clarification.

"Yeah," Julie said. "I’m a writer."

Brandon felt like something was stuck in his chest. She wasn’t just a writer. She was the best selling, award-winning author of scorching hot books often made into explicit after-dark television movies. She’d been on the lips of quite a few talk show hosts who openly covered the demise of morals in today’s world. Carla Carrington wrote the kind of books that Brandon wouldn’t have let his daughter read—assuming he had a daughter, which he didn’t. On the other hand, if he had a wife, Carla’s books would’ve been mandatory reading.

"You said you’re a writer," Brandon began, clearing his throat. "But Carla Carrington is..."

"I’m Carla," she interrupted. "I write under a couple of pseudonyms."

Quinn looked around the small cottage. He was probably thinking the same thing Brandon was. Why did she live in such a small house if she was really Carla Carrington? Carla should’ve been living in an oceanfront mansion with a full crew doting on her, bringing her chocolate covered mints and arranging social events.

The woman behind the world’s most scandalous writing should not have been dressed in hide-tight blue jeans, a low-cut fitted sweater, and have her hair tossed up in a clumsy ponytail. A woman writing explicit scenes like the one Brandon had read earlier should not have looked like an adorable barely legal girl!

Brandon was suddenly uncomfortable. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six, why?"

"Just curious. That’s all." He was also amazed he could speak.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Quinn blurted out.

Way to fucking go! Brandon set his jaw and watched the color drain from Julie’s cheeks. Brandon shot Quinn a cold stare. "You can quit foaming at the mouth anytime now."

Quinn didn’t say anything. Brandon braced for fighting words. The cold glare he received raked over him about as deliberately as a verbal retaliation.

Brandon decided what the hell. Quinn started this. "Do you have a boyfriend?" He’d die right there if she said she had a husband.

"No, I do not." She marched across the kitchen, opened the pantry, and retrieved two jars of her homemade soup, setting them on the small island in the kitchen’s center. "Anyone hungry?"

Brandon grinned, staring at her ass. "Honey, I’m practically starving."

Join us today as Destiny Blaine's 12 Days of Christmas Blog Tour Continues

Destiny Blaine

Saturday, December 18, 2010

RWBB Holiday Hottie Blog Tour

Yes, it’s a blog tour, December 17th -19th, just for your viewing pleasure... and, for your reading pleasure there are prizes.

Here’s the lineup of authors ~

1. Jeanne St James
2. Mary Quast
3. Gem Sivad
4. Christa Paige
5. Savanna Kougar
6. Dawne Prochilo

Plus, if you like *Men in Kilts*, my blog will be VERY pleasurable.

Begin at Romance Writer’s Behaving Badly ~

Happy Holidays


Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Final Weekend to Enter Christmas Quickie Contest!



We're all so busy this time of year. There are halls to be decked, food to be prepared and presents to buy. Then there are all the social obligations, Christmas pageants and the like to schedule in. There's not much time for reading.

But there's always time for a Quickie. No, not that kind of quickie. (Although that's not a bad idea either.) But a quick read. Something you can pick up and read in one sitting while you're relaxing after a hard day of work or shopping.

I want to help you out this holiday season, so I'm giving away a free download of one of my Ellora’s Cave Quickies to two lucky readers. Just go to my website and click on the “Contests” page for details on how you can enter for a chance to win.

Winning names will be chosen at random on December 20th. That's my last official day of work before I start my holidays.

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Christmas Traditions

Christmas Traditions
N. J. Walters

Christmas, more than any other holiday, is steeped in traditions. We all have them in our families. Some are fun and some are more serious. It can be anything from attending church each Christmas Eve to getting new pajamas to wear on the night before Christmas. Traditions vary from family to family and culture to culture. But, whatever they are, they are an important part of the holiday.

Food is a big tradition. I remember several different kinds of cookies, including shortbreads, fudge and snowballs, which were only made once a year. They were a very special treat and one we looked forward to all year long. It seems everyone has large bags of chips in their homes all year round now. But when I was a kid we only saw those at Christmas time. Then there is the turkey dinner with all the trimmings. That was very special. Each family has their food traditions and they help define the holiday.

Parties are also part of what makes the season special. I remember huge holiday parties that my parents gave. My mother would be cooking for several days in advance of the event. There was always a turkey, ham and a roast all cooked to perfection. She’d have a bunch of different salads from potato to fruit, something to please everyone. Christmas cake and cookies were for dessert. There was a banana/apple salad that my mother used to make that I loved and I continue to make every year for Christmas dinner. It’s tradition. :-)

Visiting used to be a much bigger tradition than it is now. I remember there were certain friends we visited on Christmas Eve morning, while there were others we saw every Boxing Day. (That’s the day after Christmas for those of you who don’t celebrate it.) When I was growing up, our house was the one every went to on Christmas Eve. The house was always filled with family and friends. It’s changed now that the family house has been gone for almost twenty years, my father is no longer with us (twenty-eight years now) and my mother has long since remarried. All of us kids are grown with homes of our own. I miss that family unity, that coming together in a place that felt like home to all of us. I’m just glad I had it during my childhood years.

Christmas cards are another tradition that is slowly fading away. The price of postage and the advent of the Internet has almost made this tradtion obsolete. I remember my parents getting well over a hundred cards each year. We’d string them all along the living room walls, put them on the television (the televison was a huge, floor model piece of furniture back in the day), and on the fireplace mantel. I still send cards to a small group of family and friends and try to write notes in them. It’s the only time of year some of us stay in touch.

The wonderful thing about traditions is that they are always changing and evolving. When I was a teenager we barbecued steaks every Christmas Eve. Now I’m a vegetarian but I make chilli every Christmas eve. I also have an open house that day and friends and family come to my and hubby’s apartment. It’s part of keeping a piece of the tradition from my childhood alive.

Whatever your traditions, old and new, I hope you have a very Merry Christmas. Stay safe, spend time with family and friends, eat good food and have fun.

Merry Christmas!

P.S. And if you’re looking for a sexy holiday read, check out Jessamyn’s Christmas Gift, my Ellora’s Cave Christmas Quickie.

N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

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Thursday, December 16, 2010

4 Military sounds like a lot for one woman to handle!

Meet Laura and her FLY BOYS!

When writing a ménage+, a big part of the appeal is the fantasy element. Suspending reality to enjoy all those sexy men focused on pleasing and sharing a woman.

Still, as a writer I want my readers not to roll their eyes at some unlikely premise to get them in that circumstance. I want the reader to think ‘it could happen to me’….

In Fly Boys I borrowed a military schedule to help me with that piece. Seeing action gives men a bond which doesn’t hurt either. But the Air Force really does have some pilots on a three months on duty on the base and three months off schedule, which makes traditional dating harder. It also made these guys much more apt to share a house than pay a year’s worth of rent when they’re only living off the base for half the year.

Would it be easier to make a paranormal under world where this type of relationship is the norm? Sure, but I don’t think readers would enjoy it half as much. Part of the thrill for me, in the ménage + genre, is the taboo nature of group relationships and all the variations and they can take.

Fly Boys
By Cheryl Dragon
Available Now
Menage + erotic romance


For Laura, dating Craig, an air force pilot, has been nothing but great. Bonding with Craig’s three housemates who served with him has been an experience in military closeness and deep admiration for men in uniform. The news that they’ve shared everything, including women, is arousing and a bit of a challenge. And Laura wants to take it on. The guys ease her into action, and soon, she can’t imagine life any other way….even if one of the guys is a bit reserved with her. But Laura's biggest adjustment will be to their weird work schedule. Three months on duty and three months on her!


Some days, Laura swore she was dating four men instead of one. When she’d met Craig, all stunning in his Air Force uniform, she’d had no clue he was a package deal. It was movie night, and she hung out in the living room with them.

Anyone want more pizza?” Craig asked.

Craig lived with three other Air Force pilots who had served together in Iraq. The more time she spent in their Cape Cod house, the more she learned. They’d saved each other’s lives, shared everything and kept each other sane. The idea of any of them in danger made her anxious. They were all great guys.

“We should’ve gotten Chinese,” she replied. After almost three months of dating him, she spent most of her time at their house rather than her apartment. Four sexy men, who wouldn’t want that eye candy around? And at night, Craig kept her coming back for more and coming loud.

Sitting on the couch, watching a movie with all four, she wondered why Craig encouraged her to be loud in bed. It seemed insensitive to his pals. Still, there was no reason to rub in that he had a sex life. The others were single.

Nick sat on the loveseat and was openly bisexual. He was on the shorter side for a military guy but with dark hair, lots of muscle to admire and eyes that never missed a thing. Nick talked about sexy men with
Laura, but she’d caught him eying her breasts like the rest of them. “Yeah, bet I can swallow an eggroll deeper,” he challenged her.

Laura glared at him and grinned. “I bet you can.”

Craig was on one side of her, a tall, brown-haired, blue-eyed muscle man she leaned on. On the other side of her, Sean played “remote commando”. He was blond with green eyes and lean muscles. He was the guy in the house who flirted with her the most outside of Craig. She knew he’d been through a bad breakup just before she’d started dating Craig, and she suspected he was just lonely for a woman.

Roger sat on the loveseat with Nick, a bowl of popcorn between them. Tall and lean, he said the most with his silence. With rust-brown hair and hazel eyes, Roger had a couple of years on Craig and the others and was the most withdrawn, but he treated her like a lady. Laura guessed he’d had it rough overseas. Craig told her Roger was the rock who kept the younger guys in line and focused. They tended not to talk about the danger they faced in those days, but she sensed it.

Snuggling closer to Craig, the testosterone fog enveloped her. Four men made the masculine feel of the house palpable. But she was so grateful to the other three that Craig was here to be with her. She loved them all. Knowing them for three months now, she truly liked them. They were so different yet they got along.

Still it was hard not to be able to crawl into Craig’s lap and screw him or just get naked and suck him off. The idea of the other men watching added a thrill. But she and Craig only did stuff in the bedroom when they were alone.

She broke the silence. “You’re all really going away for three months?”

The prospect of being alone that long didn’t thrill her, but it made her more aware and appreciative of every minute they had together…intimate or otherwise. Maybe that was what added to her sex drive?
“That’s the schedule. Get used to it.” Sean yawned.

Craig had been upfront about it when they’d started dating, but now, it was here.

“You’re going to miss us?” Nick teased.

“She’ll miss Craig. No one will miss you!” Roger grabbed some cheese popcorn from the bowl between them and pelted Nick with a few pieces.

Laura grinned. They were so close. At times, it felt like they were brothers, but she knew the military service bond was deeper.

“I’ll miss all of you. I feel like I live here sometimes. I’m not in the way of bonding time, am I?” She glanced at Nick, Roger and Sean then to Craig.

“Hell no. It’s good to have someone pretty to look at around here.” Sean tickled her toes. “If you two want private time, just go. Or kick us out.”

“I have an apartment; I just like it here. It’s a real house.” Since grad school, she’d moved around, college to college, until she’d found the right professor position with tenure track. “And I grew up with all girls so it’s nice to have some men around.”

“Your dad bailed?” Roger asked.

Laura realized Craig hadn’t told them her background. And she’d never gone into it with them. “He was a truck driver, long hauls. Nothing tragic, but with three sisters and a mom all needing attention, it was hard. He worked a lot. I was the independent one who took care of myself.”

“It’ll be déjà vu when we all leave.” Nick threw popcorn at Roger.

“I’m an adult now. I can entertain myself. Work and plenty of friends. I’ll live.” She picked the most buttered piece of popcorn from the bowl she shared with Craig and Sean.

“Ms. Independent.” Craig kissed her softly.

“Not like that needy bitch Sean tried to date.” Nick frowned.

“What? She couldn’t handle three months alone?” Laura asked.

Sean sighed and shot Nick a dirty look. “No, she couldn’t deal with the idea of it. I told her when we were dating for a week.”

“Honest is good.” Laura patted Sean’s shoulder. “It does take some getting used to for people who have normal routines.”

“I told her. She met the guys, said she liked them. We dated. I reminded her when I was going. She said fine.”

“Denial,” Roger said.

“Bingo. She said she had a wedding to go to on the weekend after I left. She flipped when she realized I couldn’t go.”

“Flipped!” Nick nodded. “Here at the house in front of all of us.”

Sean looked down. “We broke up.”

“I’m sorry.” Laura shook her head. “I have a sister like that. The baby. She wanted all the attention from everyone. It was on her terms, or she wasn’t happy.”

“Did she grow out of it?” Craig asked.

“No, she married a guy who was an only child so she got all of his attention and his family’s attention. People find the right match eventually.” She hugged Craig. She’d found her match. Laura loved how Craig could be playful in bed and go off to fly military aircraft.

“You don’t need to worry about the house. Our neighbors will look in on it. That’s normally what we do.” Roger had a leadership streak, and he focused on business. Craig had told her Roger had been divorced in his mid-twenties. He seemed in no hurry to marry again.

“I don’t mind. It’s on the way to work. If the weather gets bad, I can always sleep here.” Then she rethought it. “But I don’t want to be pushy. If your neighbors already have a key…”

“No, come by. You practically live here anyway.” Nick shot Roger a scolding look. “If you don’t mind.”

“Fine by me.” Roger shrugged.

Roger had always been the most cautious about her. Maybe his ex had left him for a younger man or a woman? He didn’t trust women. Laura decided to change the subject. “So Sean. How old was this girl you dumped?” Laura asked.

“Twenty-two.” Sean munched a handful of popcorn. “Why?”

“Too young. For college kids, the world revolves around them.”

“She’d graduated.”

“Still too young. You’re twenty-seven. You need an adult.” Laura licked butter off her fingers. She worked with college kids, maturity and trust made all the difference in a relationship.

“Go for an older woman like I did.” Craig said.

Laura slapped his knee. “I’m twenty-eight. You don’t call me old!”

“Older.” Craig emphasized. “Roger is thirty-four, he’s old.”

“I can still kick your ass.” Roger never seemed to get ruffled. “But I won’t because you need to report to work in less than a week.”

The tough talk made Laura’s skin tingle. “As long as Craig isn’t planning any more overseas tours.” She kissed his shoulder.

“No, I’ve done my time.” Craig wrapped his arm tight around her. “I’ve got other plans.”

She let Craig’s attention sink into her. Soon she’d be missing him, but he’d be back and, she’d enjoy the emotional high of the reunion.

“Well, my ex liked when I was deployed for over a year, both times. She got to cheat. That’s why I stick with the military pals now. They don’t screw your girl behind your back.” Roger got up. “I’m off to bed.”

“True. If a military man is going to take your woman, at least, they let you watch. They’d want you to know about it.” Sean shut off the movie no one was watching.

Laura frowned. The party was breaking up, and asking about the sexual games these guys played in the military didn’t feel right. Nick cleaned up the cheese popcorn. Roger finished his usual door and window check before setting the alarm. Craig and Laura handled the buttered popcorn. Once things were clean, they headed up to bed.

Want more Ménage +? Check out Hot Holiday Houseguests…

And stay tuned for my next Ménage +release coming Feb 2011:
Joining the Party!

 Stay warm and Happy Holidays Everyone!! Plenty more hot stories to come in 2011:)
Cheryl Dragon

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Love and Joy Come to You!

Well, amongst the hustle and bustle of Holiday Shopping, Baking cookies for the Girl Scout Cookie Swap, Wrapping presents for Santa's trip to the local soup kitchen and remembering to move the Elf on the Shelf... I wanted to stop in and wish the readers here A Very Happy Holiday Season and Much Joy in the Upcoming New Year!

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Christmas Time - I need more!

I have it all figured out! We need to add half days to the calendar. They would fit in between the whole days. You know, December 1, December 1 ½, December 2, December 2 ½. You get the idea. If we add just one half day between each of the existing days from now until Christmas, I’ll have enough time to do all the things I want to do.

If we can’t add half days, maybe the powers that be could arrange for me to win a lottery? That way, I could quit my day job and use the extra time to put up my tree, decorate the house, bake up a storm, clean the house from top to bottom, take the grandkids to see Santa, do my Christmas shopping, wrap the presents and attend all those amazing Christmas functions that are on my to-do list.

Oh, and while they’re at it, maybe the powers that be can arrange for me to not gain any weight while I overindulge in all the Christmas goodies! What do you think? Am I asking too much? LOL!

I do love the Christmas season. The music, the decorations, the smiles on everyone’s faces make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I love the smells, and the fresh white snow glistening under the cold light of a new moon. Winter is still new and fresh and exciting, and I swear I can almost hear the bells jingling on Santa’s sleigh while the reindeer fly overhead.

I really do love everything about Christmas. Now, if you’ll excuse me I have a tree to decorate and cookies to bake.

Merry Christmas everyone!