Welcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!
We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?
Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each site on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering an iPad 2 as the grand prize! To be in with a chance of winning the site prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning that iPad 2! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.
Doesn't that sound great? I'm very exited to be part of this hop. Christmas is a time for giving, and what better way to celebrate with all you readers, than with a Blog Hop.
Now, my latest Evernight release is a little hot tale, called Santa's beard, part of the Vanilla-Free Christmas Anthology.
Be careful what you wish for would be the theme for my story. There is a new Santa at the store my heroine works for ...
"If it was that bad, you could have taken them off before, you know."
Santa's amused, deep voice settled over her, and Joanna fought a blush. What was that about? She never blushed. She harrumphed her annoyance at herself, and Santa chuckled.
"Next you'll be telling me I needn't have bothered with this sorry excuse of an elf's costume either." He laughed out loud at that, and Joanna glared at him. What was so damn funny?
"I and every other man in the vicinity has certainly appreciated the view, but I brought my own elves, so, it wasn't necessary, no."
Again that damn heat rose into her cheeks, and Joanna swallowed the curse hovering on her tongue.
"But, as you've been such a good girl, I do think you deserve a reward." Santa smiled and beckoned her over. "Come sit on my knee and tell me what you want for Christmas."
There was that twinkle again, damn the man. Against her better judgment, she crossed the distance and dutifully perched on his knee.
"This is silly. I'm not a child, and you're not real." She tugged on his beard to emphasize that point, and he enclosed her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.
"Don't, that hurts. Believe me, I am very aware that you are not a child, but if you insist on behaving like one, I will gladly put you over my knee and spank your ass."
She gasped at the erotic images that evoked in her mind, and she would have shot off his lap, had he not chosen that moment to put his large, warm hand on top of her naked thigh. Joanna shut her eyes and reminded herself to breathe. This was not one of her fantasies. They were at her place of work, and she could not allow her overactive imagination to get carried away. As it was her panties were damp and her nipples strained against her bra. This new Santa may indeed be an old man, but he was still a man. The way he shifted underneath her paid proof to that.
Oh Lordy me!
Santa chuckled and tightened his hold on her for a second before he sighed and stroked his beard.
"Alas, that would not exactly be a punishment for you, would it now, Joanna? No, we would have to think of something far more creative than that."
Joanna tried her best to look offended, but failed miserably. Was he a mind reader now?
"I thought you said I'd been a good girl, and I deserved a reward?" She rolled her eyes at the breathless quality of her voice. Shit, it had been too long since she last had a good fuck, if this slight innuendo could get her that turned on.
Santa patted her leg in an almost fatherly fashion, very much at odds with the erection digging into her butt. Bizarre to the extreme.
"I did say that, so tell me. What is Santa to grant you this year? And you can ask me for anything." He stroked his beard again, and his dark eyes settled on her with disturbing intensity. "Come on, don't be shy. Unless you want to be the proverbial cat lady, of course?"
That twinkle was back in his eyes, and Joanna had the oddest sensation that he knew far too much about her.
"How did you … I mean … I don't. Oh sod it. You want the truth? Fine, I’ll tell you what I really want. I want two dominant men to use me any way they see fit. I want to be tied down, spanked, flogged, fucked any which way possible until I can't see straight, and I want to be loved, just the way I am."
For a scorching hot excerpt click HERE.
I am giving away two copies from my back list as part of this hop, and yes that includes Vanilla-Free Christmas if you want it. Winners Choice! Check the available books out HERE.
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Have a wonderful festive season, and may all your wishes come true.