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The Eleventh Day of Sexy-The Christmas Letter- April Zyon of @EvernightPub @AprilZyon #erotica #romance #holiday


Today is the 11th Day of Sexy! On this day, my love gives me 11 Pipers Piping. So to celebrate this day, here are some versions of 12 Days of Christmas, some touching and some funny of people singing their hearts out about their 12 Days. 

Straight No Chaser Version  Animals Sing “12 Days of Christmas” Sara Evans-The Twelve Days of Christmas  12 Days of Christmas (Disney Princesses)   United Student Ministries at Crossroads Bible Church 

And to help us celebrate the day, April Zyon’s holiday release with a little something to pipe up our reading interests… 

The Christmas Letter.  

Davidson Center, Colorado book 1, by April Zyon

Published by Evernight Publishing

Cover art by Jay Aheer


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Will a Christmas letter be enough to restore his faith in love?

Dante had been serving his country faithfully as one of the elite SEALs when he got word of his baby sister’s death. To say he had been devastated would have been an understatement. He was taken out of commission, away from the only job he ever knew, to take care of the niece he only saw when he was on leave. He toyed with the idea of allowing them to put her with a foster family—for about two minutes.

Noelle Henry spat out form letters for children who wrote to Santa Claus each holiday season. When she read a letter written in crayon from a six-year-old named Molly Davidson she knew that she couldn’t simply send the child the standard letter, especially since she had known the child’s late mother. Instead, Noelle wrote a personalized letter for the little girl, something that would likely get her fired. She never anticipated what would develop between her and Molly’s new guardian, Dante Davidson.

Be Warned: bondage, spanking


Chapter One

Noelle Henry looked at another letter and giggled. This was one of the best jobs she had in a long time. Reading these letters from kids they sent to Santa and sending back form letters that were filled in and customized always made her day. Sure she wished she could write letters for these kids by hand, but she had already been warned more than once about it.

Opening another letter, she read it and then frowned as she realized she knew this kid. Re-reading the letter, her heart began to break. “Poor kid.” She traced the crayon that the letter had been written in and thought about the little girl’s mom and dad. She didn’t want to think about Molly’s uncle, Dante, because that brought forth too many painful memories.

Shit, she couldn’t help but wonder about him now that she had read Molly Davidson’s letter.

Dante Davidson was six years older than her, he was hotter than hell, and he had always been one of those men that all of the girls in school did everything that they could to get his attention. Noelle was no different, she couldn’t lie about that, even now. He was so out of her league, back then and especially now, it wasn’t funny. But reading Molly’s letter broke her heart.

Well hell. Noelle knew she couldn’t give this little girl a form letter. She was so going to get fired, but she knew this family, she lived in the same town they lived in and was surprised she hadn’t heard of the deaths of Molly’s mom and dad.

Dear Molly,

You are on my very good list. I’m so sorry about your mom and dad, but death isn’t something I can control. Just know that they are both together and love you very much and watch over you from where they are.

As to what you want. I’m certain your uncle is doing his best in trying to get along with you, give him time.

Noelle took a look around her, chewed her lip, and then glanced at her phone really quickly, checking her bank account. Making some quick calculations, she decided she could do it.

Continue to be good, be good for your uncle and give him a bit of a break. This is as hard for him as it is for you because he lost his baby sister, and while he’s gotten someone amazing in you, he’s trying to get over the loss of someone he spent twenty-five years protecting.

Look for something special on Christmas morning and keep being the special child that you are.


Before anyone could catch her, she printed the letter, sprinkled it with the multicolored glitter, and added a bold and script signature before stuffing it into an envelope and sending it down the line to be sent out.

The little girl wanted a new, talking real-life baby, and she didn’t know how to ask her uncle for it. She said in her heartbreaking letter that her uncle had to come home early from being a frog, which Noelle knew was SEAL, to take care of her. The little girl was scared that her uncle was going to try to give her away to one of the neighbors because of how much she looked like her mommy.

Noelle’s heart hurt for the child. She remembered Samantha, the woman had been a year older than Noelle, and they had been fast friends. Noelle hadn’t spent much time at Sammy’s house because sadly Sammy and Dante’s father was a drunk and he was a hitter as well. Sam escaped to Noelle’s home more often than not. They had drifted apart when they had both went off to college. When Sam came back married, it was on Noelle for not reaching out and making an attempt to get closer to her friend again.

Life had a way of getting in the way of friendships and of ensuring that one didn’t pick right back up where one left off. That’s what happened with Sammy and Noelle, but she wasn’t going to let this little girl go without the baby she wanted. It was an expensive purchase, but she would get it for the child and ship it to her. She just hoped that no one in their little town would put two and two together and realize that she was the one who had bought the baby for the little girl.

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Tenth Day of Sexy-Heart So Sweet-Corrissa James @CorrissaJames #contemporary #Western #SmallTown #Giveaway


And today we bring you Corrissa James, award-winning author, with her tales of small town romance….

Ten Lords a-Leaping (but are they just dancing?)

On the tenth day of sexy, my true love gave to me, ten lords a-leaping…

When I think of ten lords a-leaping, I can’t help but think of small town street dances. If you’ve never been to a street dance in a small town, you’re definitely missing out. The town cordons off several downtown blocks, building up a stage for live entertainment and creating a large dance area. Although people come for the dancing, the real action takes place at the tables set up all around the area. That’s where people catch up on all the latest gossip, and a secret or two always come out during a street dance.


The film Sweet Home Alabama (2002), with Reese Witherspooon, Josh Lucas, and Patrick Dempsey, offers one of the best street dance scenes I’ve ever seen on the big screen. There’s great music and dancing, of course, but in the span of just two minutes, we see the main characters dealing with several secrets (Bobby Ray’s sexuality, Melanie’s interest in Deep South Glass, and Jake knowing something about the glass but not sharing it) while Jake and Melanie also try to ignore their love for one another. All this happens while the entire community watches (and yes, everyone can see that the love between Jake and Melanie). So when those ten lords are leaping, they’re not just dancing; they’re also jumping around all the hidden truths and secrets that everyone in a small town tries to hide (but rarely very successfully).

heart-so-sweet-corrissa-jamesI incorporated a street dance scene into my book Heart So Sweet, which is about Susannah and her high-school crush, Tate, who just happens to be her older brother’s best friend until a falling out sends Tate away. Ten years later, when Tate returns to be sheriff, Susannah discovers that her crush might actually be the love of her life.

Just before the street dance scene, Susannah learns the truth about why her brother Lucas severed all ties with Tate. Of course, she couldn’t have learned that secret just a few weeks earlier, before she fell head over heels in love with Tate—or before she told Tate that the only way they could be together was if he smoothed things over with Lucas and her three other brothers, Jonathan, Daniel, and Andrew (the troublemaker with a temper). Susannah is also the type of woman who is used to being in control, so having her love life decided by two of the most important men in her life doesn’t sit too well with her. Naturally, everything comes crashing down around her at the street dance (because everyone in small towns has to be part of the drama!).

An Excerpt from Heart So Sweet

At the entrance to the dance, she breathed a sigh of relief when she handed her five dollars to a deputy. They were here, so it wasn’t too late. She wanted to ask the deputy about Tate but was having trouble thinking of a nonchalant way to drop his name without sending up red flags. By the time she did, the deputy was ushering her through so he could take the money from the trio of elderly ladies behind her.

“Why Miss Clark, so lovely to see you,” Rose Carter said, linking her arm through Susannah’s. “And is Sheriff Trudell with you this evening?”

Susannah started to answer, then saw the deputy hide a smile. She snapped her mouth shut and led the ladies further from the entrance.

Daisy Carter giggled and linked her arm through Susannah’s other arm. “He’s so yummy!”

“And about time the two of you got together.” Lily Carter’s perpetual frown was in place, but her eyes twinkled with excitement. “Been saying for years that you two would make a good couple.”

Susannah groaned. The Carter sisters might be octogenarians, but they somehow always knew everyone’s business—and weren’t afraid to let everyone know it.

“Oh, hush, Lily. You have not.” Rose shook her head at Susannah. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just jealous.”

“We all are.” Daisy giggled again. “So dreamy.”

“Actually, I’m looking for Tate—I mean, Sheriff Trudell—myself.”

Lily clucked her tongue. “He should be looking for you, not the other way around.”

Rose pointed out a table with several empty spots. As the elderly sisters settled in their seats, Rose reached out and patted Susannah’s hand. “Thank you, dear. And don’t worry about the sheriff. Perhaps he hasn’t returned from Rapid City yet.”

Susannah’s mouth went dry. “Rapid City? No, my brother was in Rapid City, not the sheriff.”

“Well, that’s not what Mrs. James told us.” Rose glanced at her sisters, then all three ladies looked at Susannah, smiling.

Susannah excused herself, trying to ignore the coldness creeping into the pit of her stomach as she rushed to find Tate. Had he really gone to speak to Lucas? She was desperate to learn the outcome but terrified by the fact that Tate hadn’t told her he was going—or that he was back. Surely if everything went well he would have come to find her, let her know that he’d worked things out with Lucas?

The fact that Tate hadn’t found her—and that he seemed to be making himself scarce—weighed so heavily on her that she stopped looking for him. Clearly Lucas hadn’t forgiven Tate, which meant that he’d never accept her relationship with Tate.

Susannah’s reaction to this realization surprised even her. She was furious—furious that her brother couldn’t or wouldn’t set aside his history with Tate to allow her just a little happiness in life. Susannah had put her own life on hold, giving up her free time to help Lucas raise Jenny and now even taking over the daily operations on the ranch. She didn’t regret her decisions for a moment, but dammit, it was time Lucas put on his big boy underwear and make this small concession for her. Determined to let him know exactly how she felt, she started to scan the picnic tables lined up along the sidewalk once more.

She saw Jenny first, and her niece came running to greet her.

“Aunt Suz, how do I look?” She twirled around in her jeans skirt and cotton top.

Susannah forced a smile. She would not let Jenny know that she was raging inside. “Stunning, as always.”

“Let me see how you look.”

Susannah twirled as well, noting that the new dress she bought seemed to be attracting a lot of attention.

Jenny noticed as well. “You’re going to be dancing all night long.”

“I hope not! I need to spend some time with my favorite niece.”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “I’m your only niece.”

“Yep, but you’re still my favorite.”

Jenny led her to the table that the family had commandeered. Daniel and Jonathan sat on the far side of the picnic table, drinking beers and calling out to people as they walked by. Andrew was standing next to the picnic table, scowling. Lucas sat on the side closest to the dance floor, but kept his back to the table. His arms were crossed and he was watching the people dance. Susannah stared at him, trying to draw his attention without causing a scene in front of her niece, but his eyes were trained on someone on the dance floor. He was following the person back and forth, without moving his head. She slid onto the seat next to him, wondering who he was watching so intently, but there were too many people, too many possibilities.

During a lull in the music, she leaned closer to him. “Care to tell me about your trip? Anything unusual come up?”

He shook his head, never taking his eyes from the dance floor.

“We need to talk. In private.” She couldn’t hide the iciness in her voice.

He looked at her now, his eyebrows raised in concern. The gesture enraged Susannah even more.

Jenny ran up and grabbed her hand. “Aunt Suz, the funnel cake guy’s here. C’mon.”

Susannah looked at Lucas. “I won’t let you ruin this for me. You owe me this.”

He turned back to the dance floor, making no indication that he had heard her.

Jenny pulled her up, trying to drag her toward to the food vendors. Susannah threw Jonathan a look begging for help, but he just shrugged at her. She let her niece lead her through the crowd while she scanned the faces for Tate. Twice she thought she saw him, but a closer look proved her wrong both times. She would find him and tell him to forget about Lucas and her whole family, if need be. If they couldn’t accept her happiness, well, then they weren’t really her family anymore, were they?

That thought drained the anger from her. Was she really willing to give up her entire family to be with Tate? She couldn’t imagine Lucas not allowing her to see Jenny. He might hate Tate, but he would never do that to his daughter. Jonathan and Daniel would eventually accept Tate, but they wouldn’t be able to stand up to Andrew, would they? Lucas might not like Tate, but he would never attack him. So it was just Andrew, which Tate said he could handle.

The line for funnel cakes wound back and forth multiple times, and Susannah groaned. She thought about trying to talk Jenny out of waiting, but it was an annual ritual for them, and she knew her niece would be heartbroken if she did. Suddenly she wondered what would happen if she and Tate had children—would their uncles accept them, welcome them into their home, take them out for ice cream, and teach them to ride? Or would she be facing a life full of holidays and firsts that she could not share with her brothers? The more her thoughts swirled in her head, the sicker she felt. She tried to tell herself that it was the sweet smell from the fried dough of the funnel cakes, but she knew better.

She couldn’t imagine a man more perfect for her than Tate, and if he brothers couldn’t accept him into the family, then she didn’t want to be part of that family anymore.

Twenty minutes later, when they were only halfway through the line, her uneasiness nearly brought her to her knees when she saw Tate meandering through the crowd. Her heart pounded, and she willed him to look her way. She wanted to call out to him, tell him not to bother with Lucas or the rest of her family, but she couldn’t have that conversation in front of Jenny.

Fate was stacked against her tonight. Tate saw Lucas sitting at the table and made a beeline for him. Susannah watched Jonathan nudge Daniel, and the two of them moved away from the table, leaving Tate and Lucas.

And Andrew.


Does Susannah get her happily-ever-after ending with Tate? Check out Heart So Sweet to find out.

Heart So Sweet is the third book in the Great Plains Romance series. All the books can be read as standalones.






About Corrissa James

Award-winning author Corrissa James was not always a country girl. In fact, she fought it all her life, traveling the world to live in far-flung cities like St. Petersburg, Russia, Caracas, Venezuela, Varanasi, India, and Guadalajara, Mexico. She didn’t realize she was meant to live in the country until she returned to her roots in Nebraska, where she discovered the beauty of the fields around her (even if she was allergic to them) and the intensity of Mother Nature (who sure packs a wallop!).

Corrissa wrote her first romance stories in junior high, although at the time she didn’t really know what happened after kissing, so she improvised with lots of ellipses (…). Today she writes contemporary western romance novels, offering afternoon reads focused on strong women and the men they choose (never without some struggles along the way).

Learn more about Corrissa’s books and upcoming projects at http://www.corrissajames.com/

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Ninth Day of Sexy- White Mountain Christmas by Sara Anderson of @EvernightPub #Paranormal #EroticRomance


And on the 9th Day of Sexy we bring you Sara Anderson and her newest release in the Wild Mountain Shifters series…and it’s a holiday tale, too. Congratulations to Sara!


In Christmas story, White Mountain Christmas, Blair is making goodies for a Christmas party. The theme is the 12 days of Christmas and she chose 9 Ladies Dancing.
She made her basic sugar cookies recipe…
1 c. butter, softened
1½ c. sugar
2 large eggs
1 tsp. vanilla extract
3 c. all-purpose flour
½ tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. salt

Then she used a cookie cutter for a lady dancing, like this one…


From: Easy Dress Cookie Cutter

She cut out various ladies dancing and baked them.

Preheat oven to 350°F. Remove1 piece of dough from refrigerator. On lightly floured surface, with floured rolling pin, roll dough until slightly less than 1/4 inch thick. With floured 3-inch to 4-inch cookie cutters, cut dough into as many cookies as possible; reserve trimmings. Place cookies, 1 inch apart, on two ungreased large cookie sheets.
Bake until edges are golden, 12 to 15 minutes, rotating cookie sheets between upper and lower oven racks halfway through. Transfer cookies to wire rack to cool.

After they were cool, she frosted them to look like Christmas dresses.

Here is a tutorial on frosting sugar cookies: Frosting Tutorial  

And enjoy! 

White Mountain Christmas Teaser

Cole turned and looked at Blair, and once again, it struck him how much he loved this woman. She had a baby in each arm and swayed as she sang along with “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”.

Aiden and Alex’s eyes were drifting closed, and it wouldn’t be long before they both drifted off to sleep. Cole came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her to sway with the music. Her head fell back against his chest as they moved slowly in a dance around the living room. This was what Cole always felt was a perfect evening. Holding his mate and his cubs together as they danced around the living room. They didn’t need to talk to feel the connection to one another, just sway to the old Christmas song. Once Aiden and Alex were as limp as overcooked noodles, Cole guided Blair to the nursery and he helped to lay them down. They snuggled them down into their crib, making sure the boys cuddled. The twin bond was strong between them, and they slept better when they touched.

Pulling the door closed ‘til only a crack was open for a bit of light, Cole then led Blair to their bedroom next to the nursery. She loved the view of his ass in those tight jeans of his. Cole was the definition of sexy to her.


Blair’s body began to heat up as Cole gripped the bottom of her little black sweater and pulled it up and over her head. “Baby, I told you that outfit was so sexy on you, but I think it looks so much better on the floor.”

Blair felt the rush of cold air as her sweater hit the floor. She grinned up at him.“You look just as good with your clothes joining mine.”

Cole’s heated gaze moved slowly up and down her body that was only in a bra and panties, and then he glanced at her clothing on the floor. “That is a nice, but I have to say, I like the view of it on the floor better.”

Blair shook her head as Cole picked her up and carried her to the floor in front of the fire. “Give me just a second,” he said as he stood her on her feet. He grabbed a soft blanket and laid it in front of the fireplace, then pulled Blair over. “Lie down.”

Blair dropped down onto the blanket and let Cole guide her to her back. Cole quickly undid his belt, slid his jeans down his legs, and kicked them off. His shirt soon followed, and he dropped to his knees.

Blair only had a moment to wonder what he would do.

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Eighth Day of Sexy-The Perfect Christmas-by Gayle Cranfield of @EvernightPub @gaylecranfield #erotica #romance


The 12 days of Christmas Day that I have chosen is 8 maids are Milking and I have chosen a milk recipe that I love–


Thank you to Cheri Loughlin of www.intoxicologist.net for the beautiful picture.

A White Russian! 

  1. 2 ounces (4 tablespoons) vodka
  2. 1 1/2 ounces (3 tablespoons) coffee liqueur (such as Kahlua or tia maria)
  3. 1 1/2 ounces (3 tablespoons) half-and-half or 1 ounce (2 tablespoons) milk plus 1/2 ounce (1 tablespoon) heavy cream

Fill a short — or rocks — glass with ice. Add vodka and coffee liqueur. Finish with the cream. For the layered effect, pour the cream in a very slow drizzle off the back of a spoon held over — but not touching — the surface of the drink. To swirl it prettily, insert a stirrer along the inner wall of the glass only as a deep as the cream and move it around in a slow circle.


Gabrielle Sullivan is in a panic to finish her shopping on Christmas Eve when she literally bumps into an old friend, Justin Law, from university. After being knocked to the floor Justin offers to buy her a coffee and both admit they had a strong attraction to each other, but both were too naive to admit it at the time. After their ten year separation will Gabrielle and Justin discover The Perfect Christmas?


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Gayle Cranfield Bio:

Gayle Cranfield was born in East London, England and found her forever after, Mark at the age of 14.

Now, 32 years later, they have two children and after a move in 2016 they now live in West Cork on The Wild Atlantic Way in Ireland. They have one child at University in Wales working on a Masters degree in Psychology and another at the London College of Fashion studying Make up, Hair and Prosthetics for Performance (Training to become a sci-fi makeup artist for film and TV basically).

Gayle was an Account Manager for a manufacturing company until 6 years ago when, after a weird shamanic experience in Brazil, she changed her life path. Whilst on a road trip around California in 2013, she read some disastrous books and when she returned home decided to write one of her own. Having never creatively written a word since school, she picked up her iPad and hesitantly started to write in secret thinking she’d write a short story. Before she knew it, she had 20 chapters and 97000 words!

“It is great to see your work come alive,” Gayle says. “Although you have had various Beta readers telling you it is a great story and a real page turner until a publishing company says ‘Yes we want your work’ you only think your friends are being nice and trying not to hurt your feelings. Seeing the front cover being emailed to me for approval was when the reality hit me that this was actually happening and people other than my friends were going to read it.”

Gayle writes suspense and paranormal novels with a very dark twist, aimed at 18+ age group. After a short break from writing due to her move in 2016, she is now writing full time and has four novels published and one short story to be released on 14th December 2016. She has another short story that has been submitted to her publisher and is hoping it will be released early 2017, with a full novel being submitted in the new year with another April 2017.

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Sixth Day of Sexy-Make a Wish-E.D. Parr @EvernightPub #MMRomance #Holiday #erotic


On the 6th day of sexy, we bring to you E.D. Parr’s new Evernight Publishing release of the Male/Male holiday romance–Make a Wish. To celebrate this day, here are six organizations that work to promote LGBT issues and get equality for all and are wishing for donations that can help to continue their work.

1. The Trevor Project – Founded in 1998 by the creators of the Academy Award®-winning short film TREVOR, The Trevor Project is the leading national organization providing crisis intervention and suicide prevention services to lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning (LGBTQ) young people ages 13-24.
2. Human Rights Campaign – The Human Rights Campaign represents a force of more than 1.5 million members and supporters nationwide. As the largest national lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and queer civil rights organization, HRC envisions a world where LGBTQ people are ensured of their basic equal rights, and can be open, honest and safe at home, at work and in the community.
3. PFLAG – Uniting people who are lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, and queer (LGBTQ) with families, friends, and allies, PFLAG is committed to advancing equality through its mission of support, education, and advocacy. PFLAG has 400 chapters and 200,000 supporters crossing multiple generations of American families in major urban centers, small cities, and rural areas in all 50 states, the District of Columbia and Puerto Rico. This vast grassroots network is cultivated, resourced, and serviced by PFLAG National, located in Washington, D.C., the National Board of Directors and 13 volunteer Regional Directors.
4. Astrae Foundation – For nearly 40 years, the Astraea Foundation has been supporting activism and action in areas where the need for resources is greatest; in fact, Astraea’s support often represents the first major infusion of funding for a vast majority of grantee partners. We prioritize the leadership of LGBTQI women, people of color, trans* people, intersex individuals, and youth, believing that the people most frequently marginalized are often best positioned to inform and lead.
5. GLSEN– GLSEN (pronounced “glisten”) was founded in 1990 by a small, but dedicated group of teachers in Massachusetts who came together to improve an education system that too frequently allows its lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer and questioning (LGBTQ) students to be bullied, discriminated against, or fall through the cracks.
6. GLAAD – GLAAD rewrites the script for LGBTQ acceptance. As a dynamic media force, GLAAD tackles tough issues to shape the narrative and provoke dialogue that leads to cultural change. GLAAD protects all that has been accomplished and creates a world where everyone can live the life they love.
Make a Wish, E.D.Parr Erotic, romantic,
a Christmas MMromance to make you tingle 
It’s the day before Christmas Eve and gorgeous, happy, Nick Kringle is making
deliveries on the main street of the city when a car breaks down at the
Amid the seasonal crowds and inclement weather, Dylan West gets out of his car and tries to push it to the side of the road.
Nick rushes to help him and comes face to face with the most delicious man he’s ever seen.
Dylan’s down on his luck, but Nick believes in magic.
Can wishes come true? You bet—especially if Nick Kringle has anything to do with
Who is Nick Kringle?
With a name like that you might think he’s the jolly old elf in red, but Nick is a
gorgeous guy who just happens to have a touch of the supernatural about him. He
drives a red SUV, he delivers goods, and sometimes they’re straight from
somewhere special—a place of magic and kindness.
Nick is gorgeous, kind, generous, loving just the kind of man that down on his luck Dylan West needs to run into. Could it be fate that makes his car break down
unexpectedly almost next to Nick on the busy main street full of hectic
Christmas shoppers and travelers? Maybe…
The city street glistened with rivers of red, green, bright pink, and white light
thrown there by the stores and cafés decked out for the holiday season. Rain
fell in drifting sheets as a chill wind ravaged the shoppers rushing from one
place to another, some laden with parcels, others hunched against the weather
in their winter coats.
Nick parked his SUV in the first available space, opened the trunk with the interior lever, and leaped out. He didn’t feel the cold unless snow lay knee deep on the
ground and even then, he enjoyed the beauty, and the way a new white fall would
change the light, way too much to complain about the chill.
As he ran around to the back of his vehicle, the squeal of tires braking hard and
the clamor of honking horns made him spin around. In the junction behind him,
standing motionless, was a stalled car. Other drivers surged around the
stationary vehicle, making everything worse by taking space in the oncoming
lanes so that everyone crammed dangerously together.
The driver of the offending vehicle edged out of his open car door, narrowly missed by a small car that chanced overtaking just as the lights turned red.
Nick cast a keen gaze over the man, registering his muscled body beneath an
inexpensive suit and his thick dark hair, pushed back from his forehead so that
the front spiked up. Nick watched the man lean into the open driver’s side door
and attempt to shove the heavy vehicle to the side of the road. The man’s pants
stretched over his hard ass and a sigh of appreciation escaped Nick. With one
hand on the wheel, and the other lodged in the gap between open door and car,
the man clearly needed help. Nick clicked the trunk of his SUV closed and
jogged over to help.
“Hi, I’ll lend a hand,” he called to the stranded driver. The man straightened to
answer and Nick was face to face with one of the most gorgeous men he’d ever
seen. Nick never hid his emotions. They shone from his ice-blue eyes and exuded
from his well-toned body. He smiled at the man in a way he knew and didn’t care
broadcast attraction, desire—pure sex.
Apparently unaffected by Nick’s charisma, the man gave a grateful nod. “Thanks.” He leaned into the task of pushing the car out of the way, as the traffic lined up behind him, and the sky opened with a fresh punishing downpour.

Copyright E.D. Parr Evernight Publishing 2016

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Fourth Day of Sexy-Cover Me-Kacey Hammell-@KaceyHammell @EvernightPub #erotica #romance #NewRelease


Thank you, Jules, for having me on your blog and my post of “Four Calling Birds”. In Cover me, there are four intricate characters – Beau and Cynthia, who at the beginning of the story are getting married. Then there are the main characters, Jay and Leanne. Beau is Leanne’s son and their connection is a bond of mother/son that is unbreakable. Beau’s loyalty lies with his mother but he supports his BFF, Jay, in the possibility that Jay and Leanne can have that forever type of love.

**Jules here–I stayed up until 3am reading this story. I couldn’t stop! Jay might be my new book boyfriend, so dang sweet and just plain yummy. Highly suggest getting it for yourself. 


Jay has longed for Leanne for a long time. He’s adored her from afar and never believed he’d ever have a chance with her. But he’s willing to do whatever it takes to prove to her that they will make an amazing team and their age difference doesn’t matter.

Keeping with the “four calling” theme, I thought I’d share four of my favorite moments from Cover Me – moments from the story.

One … this made me (and my editor) chuckle…

“You shouldn’t doubt how stunning you are, Leanne.”

Her heart leapt with pleasure, but her head proclaimed her an idiot. He was just

placating her. “You’re so sweet, but also full of baloney.”

Two … Leanne has no idea how to handle any of this confusion…

Suddenly, Jay latched onto the front lapels of her robe and dragged her across the mere space separating them. Shocked, her eyes widened even further when he hauled her in against his thigh, holding her tight against his chest with a strong hand at her back. “There’s only one woman for me,” he murmured, and lowered his head.

He wasn’t going to…

He did.

His mouth plundered hers, his tongue driving deep. He tasted like melted chocolate drizzled on top of chocolate ice cream. But there were hints of stale coffee and mint underlying the sweetness.

What was happening? What chaos had shifted her world on its axis? Was she really being devoured by Jay Savage, model and sex god? Could he be as savage as his last name?

He lifted his hand to her jaw, keeping her in place as he slid his lips along hers. Slow, easy, wet, and hungry. Nothing was ever this good.

The thudding in her chest almost hurt with its ferocity.

How would she survive if he ever stopped kissing her?

Jay groaned low as he tasted her. The sound vibrated in her own ears. Leanne drew in a deep breath as he skimmed his fingers along her chest to the top of her towel while holding the back of her head with his other hand.

Air barely moved through her lungs his hold on her was tight, pressing her snug against his side. She held fast to his left bicep, hoping he’d keep her from being spun away in the craziness of the moment.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think she’d be here, up against him like this, breathing him in and enjoying his mouth on hers. If someone had told her she’d be here today, her body aflame and being the feast at this man’s dinner, she would have called them bat-shit-crazy. But damn. Her body was on fire. Chemistry and vigor she hadn’t known in over a year— longer if she admitted to herself that things had been dead for years in the bedroom with her ex—had come to life. She wanted to pounce on the man beside her.

Jay lifted his head. His molten eyes stared down at her, wanting her. The need there called to her, surrounded her. Her pulse raced and her lungs burned from breathing so hard.

Her eyes widened. What the hell was she doing?

She was going to hell for sure. In a lip-lock with a guy twenty years younger than her! She ought to be ashamed.

Speak for yourself. I’m enjoying myself.

Three… Leanne is still trying to make sense of it all …

Leanne moved around him, only to stop as her shoulder brushed his. “Damn it, I’m so confused.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “What the hell is this?”

Her whisper reached his ears, as well as the realization dawned that she was torn up over earlier.

“I’m sorry if I’ve gone too far, Leanne, but I’ve wanted you for years. As soon as I realized what desire and attraction were, you’ve been the woman I wanted.”

She bowed her head, shaking it, and covered her mouth with one palm.

“I know you don’t believe me, but it’s the truth. I’m not even sure mere words can express how important you are to me.”

“No. You’ve lost your mind. It’s ridiculous. I’m so much older than you are.” She moved to the side of the bed, her face stricken and her arms crossed in front of her as if protecting herself from him. “The wedding and all … we’re just caught up right now because we’re here alone. You’re my son’s best friend, for God’s sake. Jay, it’s okay. We’ll chalk this up to crazy loneliness.”

Her attempt at a smile did little to appease him. There was no way he’d let her diminish his feelings.

“What I’m telling you has nothing to do with timing or loneliness or your son. Only us. And over a decade of feelings on my part for me to wade through.” She drew in a deep breath and opened her mouth. “Hear me out, okay?” he interrupted. “And be honest with yourself. There’s nothing stopping us to see what might be. We’re adults who are attracted to each other. There’s something between us, Leanne. I’ve wanted you for years. I don’t think I’m wrong to believe there have been mutual feelings on your part the last few times we’ve seen one another. Please be honest with yourself and don’t trivialize our relationship by telling me otherwise.”

Their gazes locked—in combat, he supposed, neither willing to back down from the tension circling the room.

“Oh, Jay,” she whispered, then turned to peer out the small opening between the curtains of the balcony door.

He wouldn’t give up on what they could have together.

Jay moved in behind her, he inhaled her sweet-scented mix of vanilla and strawberry. His mind raced imagining her spreading soap or lotion all over herself. He swallowed hard, shoving the thoughts away. “You’re the most amazing woman in the world in my opinion. I want to show you every bit of beauty I see. I wish you saw yourself as I do.”

He lifted his hands, cupping her shoulders and massaging the stiffness there. She sighed and lowered her head, as if enjoying the attention.

“It would be so easy to fall in to your arms and forget everything else. But Jay…” Her voice was soft and low, but he heard the indecisiveness and the deep-rooted hunger underlying her words. “I don’t live life by throwing caution to the wind. And you could have any woman in the world. I’m just an old house wife who—”

He pulled her back in tight against his chest, not wanting to listen to her denials. Jay pressed his lips to her neck, kissing his way over her skin. She gasped, then relaxed in his arms, her breathing quick and rough.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” he whispered against her ear. “No one else exists right now. You and me. Here and now. Hungry for each other, desperate to be together. I feel the tension in your body.” He raked his teeth along her neckline, doing a mental high-five as her hands balled into fists against her belly. “Damn it, I sense your need, too. But I won’t push you. But if you tell me to go…” He wrapped his hands around hers. “I will. But don’t think I’ll give up. I’ll keep coming back hour after hour, day after day, to show you how much I want you.”

Four … a happily ever after doesn’t come without some heartbreak …

“Name five things we don’t have in common then.”

Leanne opened her mouth for what should have been a rapid reply, but nothing came out. Everything from similar music and food tastes, to favorite movies and books they both loved, came to mind. She scrambled to think.

“That’s right. You can’t, can you? We enjoy many of the same things.”

“Okay, okay. I get that but you know the age gap between us is too insurmountable. You’re fooling yourself if you don’t see that.” She folded her hands together and tried to keep from shaking. All she had wanted was to enjoy tonight.

Best laid plans, etcetera … She should have known better.

“Age is nothing but a number, Leanne. Jesus, we’ve had more fulfilling conversations this week than I’ve had in a year with over half the people I put up with every day of my life. Our banter becomes fun times of laughter and fun. The way you care for people, the charitable interests we both hold dear to our hearts … Hell, we’re like two peas in a pod, as fucking ridiculous as that sounds coming from my mouth. Not to mention how explosive we are in bed. So satisfying and fulfilling. We’re very much alike. How can you not see that?”

Heart breaking, she straightened her shoulders while trying to stay calm. The last thing she wanted was hurt him. “I agree, we share some commonalities, but we can’t have a relationship like other people.”

“Why the hell not? You’re the only one who sees our age as a problem. I’m surprised how cynical you still are after everything we’ve shared.”

His words were razors cutting deep in her soul. But she wasn’t wrong. “Really? It’s all me? Well, guess what, it’s not. Two women were in the bathroom while I was in there, oblivious that I was in a stall, and they’d seen us this morning. They laughed about you being with me. An old crone and the dumb hot model who isn’t too smart. I believe those were their words. But it’s not just me. You have your head in the clouds. People notice, and they don’t like it.”

Turning away, Jay shoved his hands through his hair in obvious frustration.

“I’m sorry, Jay. I really am. You can’t imagine how much I’ve enjoyed our time together, but you have a career that is still soaring, and I can’t give you more than this.”

He stood at the end of the bed, hands fisted at his sides, and gazed at her. Sadness and chaos darkened his irises. It was a look she had never wanted to see on his gorgeous face. Jay’s bleak despair and hurt burned into her memory forever.

“I’ve loved you for years. I’m not ashamed to admit it. Hell, I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve for years. I want to fight for you, I do. I want to stand here until you see reason, but I want you to be happy, too.”

Tears filled her eyes as her heart splintered into a million pieces.

“But I won’t push you to do anything you’ll regret, or resent me for someday. I hope you’ll see how wrong you are, and that it will be sooner rather than later. But I won’t force you to stay with me if you don’t want to.”

“Jay, I’m sorry,” she whispered, holding the blanket tight against her chest as if to ward off his words and the pain rolling off him.

“Me, too. You’re beautiful inside and out, Leanne. The most stunning and intellectual woman I’ll ever have in my life. Walking out of this room right now will cut me to the bone.

I had so much fun writing Cover Me. The older woman/younger man angle is so tempting to just continue writing with every story! LOL It’s fun to push a usually reserved older woman further than she ever imagined, or believed proper, possible. And to have a younger man to protect, worship and seduce her … nothing better.

And I do speak from experience there, considering I’m nearly seven years older than my hubby!! *g*

I wish you, Jules, and everyone a very happy holiday.

Be safe, be warm, enjoy all the fun and laughter.


Cover Me

By Kacey Hammell

Contemporary, Erotic, Romance, May/December
W.C. 34,000
Heat Level: 3
ISBN # 978-1-77339-106-9
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Release Date: December 13, 2016

cover-me-finalWanting her son’s best friend shouldn’t feel so right …

Jay Savage is one of the most sought after models in the business who seems to have it all. He’s the face of romance novel covers from coast to coast, and has expanded his brand to an executive role. Despite the endless possibilities in his life, Jay doesn’t have the one woman he wants most. She is everything he needs, and everything he can’t have. Their age difference isn’t the only obstacle standing in the way of convincing her they were made for one another. Leanne is also his best friend’s mom.

On Nita Lake to celebrate the marriage of her son, Leanne Hogan is faced with the most delicious temptation she’s ever encountered. Their smoldering heat burns down her defenses, and Leanne finds herself giving in to the only man who tempts her banked desires. They shouldn’t work. Can’t work. So why does it feel so right when she’s in his arms?

Be Warned: spanking, public exhibition

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Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters. These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

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Second Day of Sexy-Christmas With His Best Friend- Doris O’Connor- @Evernightpub @MamaD8 #holidaystory #


The Second Day of Sexy brings us Doris O’Connor and her spicy holiday romance release. Welcome to Doris and her two turtle doves, Emma and Josh, who are meant to be together. 

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today with my new release of Christmas with his Best Friend.


This was one of those stories that practically wrote itself, once I started writing. I love the friends to lovers trope, myself, and I knew I would have to expand on the flash I wrote on my blog. This one to be precise.


Just imagine walking in on your best friend pleasuring himself to a picture of you? What would you do?


Emma has a whole set of conflicting emotions to deal with when this happens to her. Not least because she has been secretively fantasizing about her best friend too.


Dare they take that leap into the unknown?


You’ll have to read the book to find out.




They’ve been friends for twenty years until … this Christmas.

How do you tell a sweet, naïve, and clearly vanilla girl that you like to tie women up and torture them for mutual enjoyment in your spare time? Josh Mackenzie has no idea, but when his best friend Emma walks in on him pleasuring himself, everything changes.


For Emma, coming face to face with her secret longings is mind-blowing. It’s one thing to fantasize about your best friend, but dare she take that leap into the unknown? Will it not ruin their friendship, and is—what would undoubtedly be awesome—sex worth risking that?


While Josh shares her fears, she is all he’s ever wanted in a woman, and he’s determined to show her that they can have it all. This woman is his to mark, cherish, and love forever, and he’ll prove it to her, one spank at a time.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking

Christmas with his Best Friend released December 7th and is available from 

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Ready for a hawt excerpt?

Now that the moment was here Josh was lost for words. With his sweet little Em in his arms, her hazel eyes looking up him with so much trust … fuck it. What was he doing here? Instead of answering her, he pulled away, slid his hands in her hair and tucked at the pins holding it up. The dark blonde mass of silky curls fell in soft waves around her face, and he twirled one strand around his index finger.

“Josh? What are we doing here?” Her whispered question shot straight to his cock, and not trusting his voice to fucking work, he decided to show her instead. A soft gasp escaped her when he picked her up, set her on the kitchen counter, and pulling her legs apart stepped right between them. The action made her pencil skirt ride up, exposing the top of her stockings, and Josh groaned under his breath. He let his digits linger, half expecting her to slap them away, but when she opened her legs wider, he tore his gaze away from her pale flesh to check out her expression. Head down, she seemed mesmerized by the sight of his tanned hands against her skin, and the sweet scent of aroused woman filled his nostrils when he ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs. He could almost feel the heat of her cunt before her whisper stopped him.


Leaving one of his hands where it was, he tipped her chin up with his index finger, satisfied beyond relief to see the same need he felt reflected back at him in her eyes. The hazel orbs had darkened to almost black, and when she licked her lips in a nervous gesture, his gaze followed the movements of her little pink tongue. Visions of her on her knees, with that sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, as he shot his jizz down her slender throat, made his cock jerk against the zipper of his jeans. He growled low in his throat at the thought of marking her thus, and her expressive eyes widened. Her breathing sped up even more, making her tits strain against the sensible blouse she wore for work. With the two top buttons undone, the third was threatening to give way under the rapid movement, giving him tantalizing glimpses of the soft swell of her breasts. Josh couldn’t help it. His self-control and good intentions went out of the window at her untutored responses to him, and he trailed his finger lower down the soft skin of her neck, over her collarbone and lower still, until he reached that tiny ivory button.

“I want you, little one.”

His voice dropped to the one he used in a scene without any conscious effort on his part, and when he flicked that button open, Emma’s sweet moan of surrender was music to his ears. Watching her closely for her reaction, he flicked the next button and so forth, until the sides of her blouse fell open, exposing her amazing rack. The lacy, mauve bra left little to the imagination. Josh continued his one fingered exploration, and they both groaned when he circled her nipples. Clearly visible through the lace, the little pink nubs hardened under his gentle ministrations, and Em’s breathing kicked up another notch.

“Please, I…”

Josh trailed his finger lower, over the soft swell of her abdomen, which caused her to suck in her belly, and he smiled at her action.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your curves, little one?”

Her surprised jerk and strangled half laugh told him he hadn’t, and Josh inwardly kicked himself.

“Since when? You have seen your girlfriends, right?”

There was a wealth of bitterness in those few words compounded by her hasty grab for her blouse. She pulled the ends closed and wrapped her arms around herself in a defensive move that tore at his heartstrings. The Dom in him wanted to order her to strip, to take her over his knee and paddle that luscious ass of hers for disrespecting her body shape like that, and making assumptions about him to boot, but he hadn’t earned that right yet.

So, instead of acting on that impulse, which pushed adrenaline through his veins, he did the next best thing. Stepped away, crossed his own arms over his chest and gave her his best don’t-talk-such-crap-subbie stare.

It didn’t take long before she caved in. Uncertainty crossed her features, followed by confusion, and when she dropped her gaze to his chest, he finally spoke.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, my sweet little Em, I do, indeed love your curves. In fact seeing you waltz out of here in those damn tight pencil skirts you wear for work has me so fucking hard I have to jerk off the minute you leave.”

Clearly startled by that revelation, Emma jerked her head up, opened her mouth to say something, but one look at his expression seemed to change her mind. The Dom in him almost roared when she dropped her gaze—to his chin this time—and kept it there. His girl was a natural, responding to him without even realizing what she was doing, and wasn’t that the biggest turn-on yet.

“Next, I don’t do girlfriends.” That brought her head up again, albeit briefly, and he smiled at her sharp intake of breath, and the confusion written all over her face. “I haven’t done for a long time, ever since I realized I was in love with my best friend.”

About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Time Travel, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.

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First Day of Sexy-Jules Dixon-Holiday Hotties Series- @JulesofTripleR #MMRomance #LGBT #Holiday #amreading


Welcome to the first day of The Twelve Days of Sexy! 

Each day for twelve days I will have guest authors and today I will be kicking off the fun with my Holiday Hotties series! The first day of Sexy is Partridge in a Pear Tree, like the song. So I’ve decided to give you my famous Cranberry Pear Sangria. Here it is: 


And what would the holidays be without a little something to read while you sip your sangria. 

The next Holiday Hotties Series! 


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Racecar driver Ben Carver’s trip home takes a detour when the storm of the decade dumps piles of snow on his plans. With no available hotels, he’s committed to riding out the storm and holiday in a restaurant until his phone buzzes and a stranger announces he’s come to save Ben from a Christmas alone. Ben’s ready for a new challenge in his fast-moving life, but the brooding tree farmer might have too many secrets that will keep them from getting their relationship to the checkered flag.

Christmas tree farmer Ford Lennox returned to western Nebraska after his parents passed away in quick succession and left unanswered questions about how he really came into the world. He dedicates himself to reviving his parent’s business and giving holiday happiness to others, much to the detriment of his personal life. A night snowed in with the comfort of the blazing fire and a man who makes his heart race has him wondering if he’s hidden too much for too long and maybe the past doesn’t matter as much as the future does.

Will Ford end up being the best Christmas gift Ben’s ever received?

Jingle Bell Joy– Amazon Link, coming soon! 

Surgeon Gabe Evanston climbs into his SUV and heads north after a breakup text that shows him how much his ex wasn’t right for him. But will there ever be someone who is right? The stocking-capped hottie in the hallway of the condo he rents helps him to believe that better days ahead are possible, but when life continues to go downhill his hope dwindles. Can Gabe recover his heart before it’s too late or will distance keep them apart?

Snowboard instructor Drake Kellis jokes around to hide his fears of failing … again. Instead of putting himself out there, he spends his nights with the beautiful blonde in his apartment—the one with a wagging tail. A surprise meeting happens on the mountain, but the chair lift malfunctions, forcing Drake and Gabe to make a hard decision: crash or jump? Will Drake figure out his life before it’s too late, jumping again, but this time into love?

Coming End of December–

Champagne Cheers

Aspiring venture capitalist Matteo Bianci III has one chance to prove himself to his brutally honest father or his dreams of becoming a partner in the Bianci business will be over. Sent to assess the return potential on several Niagara-on-the-Lake area vineyards, Matteo’s short business visit turns into an unplanned vacation when a lake-effect blizzard causes whiteout conditions and the airport closes. Matteo’s attraction to the bed and breakfast and vineyard’s young owner isn’t in the plan, the solid one he’s had since he was fourteen. It can’t happen, but still he wonders what it would be like to have someone to kiss on New Year’s Eve.

Janek Becker’s vineyard is struggling, so when the stubborn rich guy shows at his door declaring he has a reservation in his closed bed and breakfast, Janek’s torn between turning him away into the snow or making a pitch to the man who could save his future. When the vineyard’s generator stops working and equipment breaks in the fermenting house threatening the year’s wine, will they work together to save the crop? Will Matteo realize a good endeavor when he sees one and invest his heart? Or will he decide that the Three Cheers Winery and Janek aren’t worth the risk?

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If Only In My Dreams by @KeiraAndrews #Gay #Holiday

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If Only In My Dreams by Keira Andrews

To be home for Christmas, they must bridge the distance between them.

Charlie Yates is desperate. It’s almost Christmas and his flight home from college has been delayed. For days. Charlie promised his little sister Ava he’d be home for her first holiday season since going into remission from leukemia. Now he’s stuck on the opposite coast and someone else grabbed the last rental car. Someone he hasn’t even spoken to in four years. Someone who broke his heart.

Gavin Bloomberg’s childhood friendship with Charlie ended overnight after a day of stolen kisses. With years of resentment between them, they don’t want to be in the same room together, let alone a car. But for Ava’s sake, Gavin agrees to share the rental and drive across the country together.

As they face unexpected bumps along the road, can Charlie and Gavin pave the way to a future together?

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About Keira:

After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, paranormal and fantasy fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.” You can find out more about Keira and her books at: www.keiraandrews.com


Consenting Hearts by @MuffyWison #ValentinesDayLove #NavySealLove

Valentine Love with a Navy Seal ~ Consenting Hearts by @SexyMuffyWilson #ValentinesDayLove #NavySealLove #ASMSG

Consenting Hearts
Muffy Wilson



Just as we cannot live without dreams, we
cannot live without love. Love is not found, for love is truly blind. Lovers do
not meet for they dwell inside of one another until the moment a whisper
ignites the heart and a kiss touches the soul. 
And we call that the beginning…of life with love.


So on Valentine’s Day, what better way to lay tribute to love and lovers than

with a love story that just happensnot on purpose, not by design, not by any

other intention than to live life and love without boundaries? To fly limitless

into the arms of someone who completes your soul gives one wings.


Nothing can stop the power of love between a man and a woman.

This is a story about a professional woman, unlucky in love and tired of all things testosterone, who is erotically tempted by a female piano bar player and torch singer. Her intended tryst is derailed when she meets a Navy Seal in the lounge enjoying the sweet temptations of a Southern Comfort Manhattan. 
How does the night unfold for the strangers above the jeweled colored sparkling lights strewn like a bed in the valley below? Perhaps a twosome or maybe a threesome. Or…
Perhaps forever is only for a night.

You know, the
longer and more that I do this, it never gets easier to talk about myself. I
think writers are inherently private, why I don’t know, because everything we
write is revealing in some way. But, I love talking about my books and
characters, so I guess, someday, I’ll get used to talking about myself too!
How long have you been a writer and how did you come to
In many respects, I have written most of my life. I was in
sales and marketing before I retired and I had to write proposals, proformas,
presentations and contracts so I had to have some command of the English
language. It was only after I started writing provocative romance and erotica
that I realized how little command I actually have!! But, I started, in earnest,
writing stories and books in 2010. My first story, The Storm, was published in
2010 by Oysters & Chocolate, an online magazine now defunct. The $10 I
earned mad me a pro! I hope that isn’t a sign of things to come!
How did you come up with this story?
I wrote a very short workshop teaser, The Bath, for a group
I am in in which the woman bathing dozes and feels hands on her, soothing her
tired muscles and becoming more insistent, erotically. She gives herself over
to the sensations and then as she drains the tub thinks she sees a face in the
water. It was the beginning or a romance that spans a century about a seafaring
man that keeps returning to his home to try to find his beloved, Amalya who
died in childbirth. He mistakenly thinks that Emily, now  in his home, is she. That is how this all
started and these two characters literally swept me away.
What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?
As always, the agony of a blank page and the ecstasy of two
little words, “The End”. In all fairness, writing is a solitary endeavor, so
the loneliness gets to me occasionally, but I have taken to the couch and write
beside my husband as he does his crossword puzzles and watches sports. And I
have my characters to keep me company.


What inspires you to write?
I know writers always say ‘everything’ but for me, that
really isn’t true. A melody might, something that happened to me in my life,
someone, or something I saw. Once, on the day that JFK was assassinated, my
Mother and I were shopping in Paris. My Dad was an Air Force colonel and we
were stationed there for three years, but that is a story in and of itself!
Anyway, I saw a man strike a woman across the Champs Elysees in front of the
Arc de Triomphe. The ‘City of Love’ changed for me forever in that one moment.
Things like that inspire me. Politics, for example, do not so everything is not
inspiring to me. I suspect, to sum it up, the human condition is fascinating to
me; how people treat and react to one another at their best and worst, is
How did you conduct your research for Consenting
Humm, I really didn’t. This is another time when much of
what I wrote, I lived. The same is true of Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences,
although not all, for sure. The setting in The Para-Postage of Emily, is
on an island between Lake Michigan and Green Bay. For many years, my husband
and I lived on an Island in the middle between both of those bodies of water
and the ferry had to cross “Death’s Door, so named by the Indians because of
the treacherous currents. It is a small 36 square mile island settled by Nordic
settlers many generations ago so many of the current residents are related.
Small Island, big gossip! Anyway, we lived there for nearly 20 years. That is
where this story takes place, in a small part of my heart. For Consenting Hearts, The beginning is how I met my husband. The drama surrounding the meeting is pure fabrication, as is the rest of the story, but that is how this lovely piece begins and why.
What are 3 of your favorite lines/quotes from Consenting Hearts?
I have so many, but these are just a few that are PG rated for this interview:
Sailie took her first sip, feeling the warmth of
the drink claiming her body, inch by inch. She savored that very first sip
luxuriously. It was like a lover’s hands sliding down her body, igniting every
inch as they felt their way to her toes.
swish, swish…and her thong bit into her tender folds as a poignant reminder.
Dylan lit a cigar and Sailie thought she would like
to die in his arms from the mere honeyed scent of the burning leaves. 
What would your friends say is your best quality?
I am a good friend, I think they would say. I hope they
would anyway. I try to be helpful and supportive. It is so hard to be a writer
today. There are 55,000 new books published monthly. Anyone can write and
publish a book. I can be very discouraging for an author to be read and, as you
know, promotion is time consuming and exhausting leaving little time to do what
you love. I try to do whatever I can to help my friends. I try to be generous
with my time and whatever talent I possess that might be useful to them.
Are reader reviews important to you?
Reader reviews are very important to me. Positive
reinforcement is essential to my life-force. It is like getting all dressed up
for a party looking your best, and no one notices if I don’t get reviews. And
it is crushing. You know, shameless self-promotion only goes so far, and that’s
usually with your family! As in anything, word of mouth is the best form of
advertising—and so it goes with books. Oddly enough, while I don’t particularly
care for average reviews, they do not bother me. You cannot please everyone and
one really never knows a reader’s points of reference. Anyway, I am harder on
my work than anyone else could ever be.

I have been fortunate to be selected as a Readers’ Favorite. You can read some of the wonderful nearly two dozen 5 star reviews here:

Do you have any blogs/websites?

Do I ever!!
What do you do when you don’t write?
My husband and I used to boat, but we lost interest when gas
prices went so high. We had a 28’ Grady White. Beautiful boat. But we could eat
lobster every day for what it cost us to go fishing in the Gulf a few times a
month! That takes all the fun out of a hobby. I walk a lot as, like Emily, I
have a wee Havanese dog of 12 fluffy pounds and I sew. I am also a licensed
realtor, although I have been ‘inactive’ for the last year making a heartfelt
effort with my writing. Come to think of it, I have done little else but write
in the last year!!


Tell us about your other books? 
Thank you for asking. I have this new book on pre-order now releasing
on Valentine’s Day titled Consenting Heart: A Very Special Valentines. Pre-order
. It includes elements of the day I met my husband but the rest is pure
sizzling fiction.
The setting in The Para-Postage of Emily, is on
an island between Lake Michigan and Green Bay. For many years, my husband and I
lived on an Island in the middle between both of those bodies of water and the
ferry had to cross “Death’s Door, so named by the Indians because of the
treacherous currents. It is a small 36 square mile island settled by Nordic
settlers many generations ago so many of the current residents are related.
Small Island, big gossip! Anyway, we lived there for nearly 20 years. That is
where this love story takes place, in a small part of my heart. The story of a seafaring
man, tormented by loss and love, who returns nightly for his love Amalya who
died in childbirth, only to discover Emily who now owns his home. Love across a
century. Very sexy, very romantic! Order Here
Then I am contributing to a real scorcher, Alpha Fever: 22
Sizzling Contemporary and Paranormal Romance Stories. My story is about a good
neighbor and The Butterfly Collector. Pre-order
. It has an interesting backdrop of BDSM. I am not  proficient in that genre so it is mild, but still an interesting story I think about releasing ourselves to the care and
trust of another and how we blossom as a result of what we learn about
ourselves. The protagonist has a club foot, and yes, I once dated a man with a
club foot. As with most disabilities, visible or not, it is our own feelings
about it that are the most crippling. My last release was a fund raiser I help
with for a friend that suffers from Ataxia, a neurological disorder affecting
voluntary coordination of muscle movements. I wrote an inspirational piece about
when I was raped and how we can overcome anything, with the right help and
desire. This Beautiful Escape Order
All proceeds go to charity and you’ll learn a little more about me and
have loads of inspiring stories, poems, quotes and daily reads to perk you up.
I have thirteen or so books/anthologies published now so I
can’t talk about each of them, however, I love Moonbeams
of Unintended Consequences
as one of my favs and also, along with Emily, I
am writing a sequel. This is an interracial love story about a famous opera
star and a young beautiful designer. And yes, I did ‘know’ a celebrated opera
star and the famous San Francisco Whitcomb Hotel does exist. My last release,
written with my friend Chrissy Laurence, was in September in the form of Cheerleaders
in Heat
and that is a real 5 flame eroco-throbber. Fun and funny, but
serious, it exposes the underbelly of life in South Miami’s nightlife; there is
some violence that alters the course of my heroine’s life.
Your readers will be hearing more about those books in the
coming months as we delve deeper into my sordid writing and past. In the
meantime, they can check out my books and add them to there Wish List on my Amazon
Author Page
If you could share one thing about yourself that you would
like readers
to know what would it be?
I never graduated from college. Most people do not know that
about me and just assume I did. While I would never want alter the course of my
life, that is my second greatest regret. But, I am happy with how my life has
gone; I am wealthy beyond money, I had a great career as a Regional Director
with IBM, and my life has been enriched by all those that have touched me and
continue to love me. I have a wonderful husband who thinks it is funny I write
‘porn’ and a step-son who thinks I am awesome. Could it get any better than
Well, I suppose I should say “Good Bye” as I would hate to
bore you into thinking my books are equally tiresome! They are lovely.
Read some of the reviews, speaking of reviews. It has been an honor to be here
with you today. I so appreciate your time and interest in sharing my work with
your friends, family and fans. They are all a special lot and I love each and
every one of them. Thank you for stopping by.
She told him what she had done to herself in the ladies’ room, the slight smell of
vodka and lemons on her breath escaping from full, ruby lips as he watched them
move with each word and syllable. He was getting hard again; she could see the
bulge in his pants. She described in detail exactly what she had done, how she
felt and how it had made her feel when she emerged from the ladies’ room:
strong, powerful, in control—hot. She leaned in closer and whispered into his ear.
“I am so tempted to guide your hand up to the wet desire you caused between my
His bulge
was quite obviously rock hard, as he no doubt remembered when she’d returned
from the ladies’ room but in earnest at her seductive suggestion…
“I would be less than an officer and a gentleman if I didn’t oblige. I must
confess,” Dylan said, “I thought I smelled the fragrance of sex on you, and you
made me hard as steel—Navy steel hard…Jesus, Sailie…” Ordinarily, a comment
like that would have brought some chuckles but the two of them were dead
serious, staring into one another’s hungry eyes.
 “Last call for alcohol. You don’t hafta go home; you just gotta go. You can’t stay here,” the bartender hollered interrupting their locked gaze.
People started to shuffle around them gathering their things, collecting their coats and umbrellas, leaving. Sailie and Dylan had just gotten fresh drinks, so they had a few minutes to whisper and touch before they would have to join the others
and leave. Shortly, the bartender started turning on lights and flashing them
dim to high. That was the universal message that before too long, they would
stay on. Sailie and Dylan were unconcerned. They had nothing but one another in
their shared look. And Sailie thought of the torch singer.
The piano player stood, looked at Sailie and blew out the candle on her piano. In
the flicker of the burning light, Sailie saw the invitation.
Dylan broke his gaze, stood and took Sailie’s elbow. “We’d better leave before they have us arrested,” he said. And they smiled, knowingly, at one another. Sailie
was hoping there would be better reasons ahead to get them both arrested.
“Wait. Do you mind if I give my friend, Meesa, a ride home?”
Disappointment hung on his voice.

“The piano player.”

“Oh…no, of course not. But, I have a small car.”
“No problem. I mean, would you like to have a nightcap at my house? I’ll ride with you and Meesa can bring my car when she is finished here. She doesn’t have one. You don’t mind, do you?” What could he say sporting that hard-on?
“No, I mean yes! I would love to come have a drink at your house and no, I don’t mind if she brings your car. I didn’t realize you were friends.”
“Well, yes, we’ve been friends for a little while. I’ll explain later. Let me give her the keys.”
As they rose to go, Sailie broke away from the man who had held her attention the entire night to the woman that held it now. She bent to the young woman’s ear
as she slipped a twenty into the bountiful brandy snifter and inhaled the
lavender fragrance she remembered so swell. Her aroma sent an electric bolt to the
moist center of Sailie’s desire.
“Come to my house when you are finished, won’t you?”
“Yes, of course, I will. I’ve been watching you all night, both of you, but then you
knew that,” the long-legged blond with the soft fingertips answered matter-of-factly.
“Here are my keys. We’ll have a drink. You will come, promise? Do you remember how to get there?”
“Of course, I said I will, Sailie. I’ll be here awhile cleaning up, but I should be
there in about an hour. And yes, I remember how to get there. It hasn’t been
that long—just last night.”
“You don’t mind him, too, do you?”
“Mind? Oh, lord Sailie, no. Are you fucking kidding? He’s gorgeous. And you look
absolutely radiant. Is that an iridescent blush on your cheeks? You look
“Thank you, sugar. No, it’s not blush but excitement and a little bit of cum. See ya at my house.”
Sailie kissed her ear, the twenty safely tucked in the snifter, sucked her earlobe
into her mouth with a little flick of her tongue and turned to the man that had
her mojo melting.
“Come on, Dylan. Are you ready to go? I’ll ride with you to my house.”
“Ah, sure, Sailie. You, ah…you, ah, you kissed her…?”
“Yes,” Sailie turned and wiggled a wave to Meesa. “We’re close.”
“Oh, well, then…”


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Muffy, author of provocative romance about
love, sex, hope and passion, was born in Texas to traditional parents. With two
older brothers, she was the youngest, the family “princess,” indulged
and pampered. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force
which required the family to travel extensively. Muffy spent her formative
years in Europe and ‘came of age’ in France which forged her joie de vivre and
love for books, writing and education.
Married and living in the tropical paradise of
SW Florida along the Gulf Coast, Muffy dabbles in real estate, writes and
enjoys life in the sun with her husband and wee Havanese pup, Burt.
~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion
Feb  2016 ~ My Life in the Sky A Memoir of Lt.Col. Joe Lyle Jr

Mar 2016 ~ Alpha Fever Anthology with Gina Kincade from Naughty Nights Press 

May 2016 ~  Sequel to The Para-Portage of Emily

July 2016 ~ Ribbons of Moonlight Sequel to Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences

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