Carol Kittie’s Christmas Favorites # 4


Welcome to Carol Kittie’s Christmas Favorites for 2015. #4

Christmas with Angel by Lexi Post
Last Chance Ranch #1

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Cowboy firefighter, Cole Hatcher, is determined to do what’s right and take his fiancé with him to his mother’s annual holiday dinner party. After all, the two most important ladies in his life need to learn to get along and the sooner the better. Besides, the rest of the family will be there.

Lacey Winters can’t forgive her future mother-in-law for keeping them apart for eight years. While she loves Cole’s family, including the five they are living with, “Racy Lacey” wants to spend Christmas alone with Cole, preferably in her erotic Christmas present for him.

But there are worse things brewing than family drama. This Christmas day, nothing goes as planned…for anyone.

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 Okay, you know I love my Cowboys so here’s another Christmas favorite.

I met Lacey and Cole in Cowboy’s Match (Poker Flats #2). This is the story of their first Christmas together.

Cole and Lacey are great together, her accounting skills have made the Last Chance Ranch financially solvent. Cole is a firefighter and operates his horse rescue from this ranch owned by his grandparents. Unfortunately the ranch house is full to bursting at the moment.

Angel is an abused White Arabian who is scared to death of men. Only Lacey and their female vet can get near her.

This story starts off very hot and sexy with Cole and Lacey’s Christmas Eve surprises for each other. Unfortunately that initial bliss turns a bit cold when the subject of Christmas Day at his parents comes up.

Cole’s mother had kept them apart for eight years and Lacey isn’t ready to forgive that. Lacey just wants it to be the two of them this year. Nothing like family drama at Christmas.

In the midst of all this, Angel’s abusive owner shows up and Christmas takes an entirely different turn.

Love, guilt, anxiety and more factor into this read and even Karma shows up.

5 Contented Purrs for Lexi!

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Lexi Post is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of erotic romance. She spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about the classical literature she loved. From Edgar Allan Poe’s short story “The Masque of the Red Death” to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, she’s read, studied, and taught wonderful classics.

But Lexi’s first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it. From hot paranormals to sizzling cowboys to hunks from out of this world, Lexi provides an erotic experience with a “whole lotta story.”

Lexi is living her own happily ever after with her husband and her cat in Florida. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat.
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Carol Kittie’s Christmas Favorites # 3


Welcome to Carol Kittie’s Christmas Favorites for 2015. # 3

Sealed Until Christmas by SM Butler

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After avoiding Sugar Falls for three years, Navy SEAL Jesse Richter is sent home for rest and relaxation, but he knows R&R is the last thing he’ll get there. His hometown was the scene for the worst day of his life, and now he’s got no choice but to confront that memory and finally attempt to move on.

As the daughter of a con man, Charlie Morgan knew better than to put down roots. Now she’s adjusted to a new life with her adoptive family, and settled into a nice routine of work and school. Her troubled past is long behind her, or so she had thought.

Both haunted by the ghosts of Christmases past, Jesse and Charlie only want a fresh start at life… but the secrets of a missing con man could kill any hope of Christmas future.

This title is #4 in the Lucky Thirteen series, though all books can be read as standalone stories.

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I bought this during the summer but waited until now to read it.  I love military romance and this book is no exception.

Navy Seal Jesse Richter is home for Christmas and his time is being monopolized by his family and friends. That’s about to change because he meets a beautiful waitress Charlie. He finally thinks he can let go of the past, with her.

Charlie Morgan is the adopted daughter of the town’s mayor and has a criminal history thanks to her birth father. She also has a secret one she must keep to protect the ones she loves.

Jesse doesn’t give up easy and as many SEALS seem to, falls hard and fast for Charlie. He is determined to fix things for her, if only she will open up to him.

As this story unwinds you can feel and see the toll the internal struggles are taking on both of the characters. Trust isn’t easy and love is even harder.

An emotional and sexy book, plenty of action and lots of surprises. Have some tissues handy you just might need them.

5 Contented Purrs for Suzan!

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S.M. Butler, sometimes writing under Suzan Butler is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of new adult romantic suspense and military romance. She also writes adult contemporary romance on occasion. She lives in Texas under a not-so-secret identity with two ferocious boy monsters that only occasionally do her bidding.

Between herding them to and from the monster academy, and writing books, she’s busy planning the next step in her evil plans to take over the world so she can wear a tiara all the time and people will stop looking at her weird. So obviously, she doesn’t take herself that seriously and neither should you. Please feel free to poke around and see what’s up.

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Carol Kittie’s Christmas Favorites # 2


Welcome to Carol Kittie’s Christmas Favorites for 2015.  # 2

Hope for Christmas by Becky McGraw

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Cowboys are a different breed…
They work hard, play hard and love harder.
It’s all about the ride, until the right woman
makes them fall.

Cord Dixon, Mr. Laramie in the world of western clothing modeling, loses his job because he refuses to sleep with his female boss. Christmas is coming, and his bills are due, so he takes the only job he can find. A mall Santa.

Socialite wedding photographer, Hope Carlisle’s life disintegrates when she ruins the wedding of the year. In one fell swoop, she loses her best friend, her business partner and her fiancé. Unemployed and needing a job fast, Hope takes a job as an elf photographer at the local mall. She is not looking forward to her new job, until she meets her sexy Santa. Individually, Hope and Cord’s lives seem to be a hopeless mess. But with the magic of Christmas in the air, they work together to reclaim their lives and find love in the process.

Hope For Christmas was originally included in the holiday anthology Santa Wore Spurs. This novella launches The Cowboy Way series.

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Let’s take a trip, this time to a ranch in Texas. I love how Becky puts us right into the feel of ranch life. As you read you can smell the hay and other things. But mostly the sweet, fresh country air.

Cole and Hope have last ditch jobs at the Mall, as Santa and his photographer elf. However her first day becomes their last when a screaming child’s antics pushes Cole beyond his limits.

Cole fires his agent, who is faithful to the client who has now blackballed Cole’s modeling career and decides to tuck tail and return home where he belongs.

Hope lost everything, her best friend, her fiancé, her inheritance and her family when her camera malfunctioned at a socialite’s wedding. This job was to pay her rent, now she’s lost that too. Then she comes up with an idea that would save her career, boost her friend Tina’s company and launch Cole’s career again if he chooses.

Cole’s father is sick, the ranch falling apart, his brother distant from his son, and Cole’s return is like a slap in the face. Hope’s idea falls to the wayside, but she offers up another way to make everything right for her, Cole and his family.

The only thing they don’t see coming is the love that sneaks up on them.

A story of family and hardship and the love that binds them whether they like it or not.

The Cowboy Way is one of my favorite series and this is the beginning.

5 Contented Purrs for Becky!

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Christmas 2015 Blog About Author

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A Jill of many trades, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Becky McGraw has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a real estate broker, web designer, graphic artist, and romance writer. She knows just enough to make her dangerous, and her humor-laced contemporary cowboy, military and romantic suspense novels varied and interesting.

Becky resides in Florida with her husband of thirty-plus years and her dog Abby.

She is a member of the Romance Writers of America Published Authors Network, Novelists, Inc. and The Sisters In Crime.
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Welcome to Carol Kittie’s Christmas Favorites for 2015.

A new tradition for my blog. First up –

Building A Christmas by Patricia Bond
From Soul Mate Publishing

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Colonel Nathaniel Walker has been ravaged by the Civil War nearly as much as his country has. Now he seeks the sanctuary of home, hoping to find solace from the dreams that haunt him most nights. Instead, he finds an orphanage for war orphans has sprung up next door. Now, his guilt has faces – fourteen of them. And the woman who cares for them.Melanie Treymont exhibits more courage under fire than any soldier he’s ever seen. Is she the one who can help him rebuild his life and finally put his demons to rest?

Melanie Treymont hopes to make amends for her dead husband’s actions by taking responsibility for fourteen war orphans. But facing eviction, she may have to give up her plans of building a life for them. Help comes from an unexpected source, as her neighbor, Colonel Nathaniel Walker, steps up to the challenge, despite fighting his own inner battles.

These two tortured souls unite for the children, working to build a life for them as well as themselves. They start by “Building a Christmas.”

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This is a tale of strength, kindness and Christmas miracles.

Nathaniel returns home from the war to find his father almost an invalid, and being helped by some of the older children from the orphanage run by Melanie.

The orphanage is fraught with problems, some to do with the general lack of maintenance on the property, but the biggest is the pending sale that will make all of them homeless.

The overwhelming generosity of neighbors when they have so little themselves. A last ditch effort to find funds to keep the children together.

A love blossoms between these two characters in spite of, or maybe because of their experiences.

This book made me cry a lot. A wonderful read that captures the emotions of the era and weaves them into a Christmas Miracle.

Thank you for your attention to even the smallest details, Patricia.

5 Contented Purrs!

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They say your childhood dreams and aspirations are your purest, truest desires. They are your destiny. If that’s true, my destiny was written before I could even read on my own. Like most authors, I’ve carried on a life-long love affair with books. From the time I was about eight years old, my vision of life as a grown-up included having a dozen children and a room at the top of an old Victorian mansion where I would spend my days looking out at the sea and writing stories.

A dozen kids and solitude? Hey – I was eight. What did I know?

Except that I wanted to be a writer.

I couldn’t decide what to write, opting mostly for mysteries until I realized I couldn’t plot an escape route from a three-sided phone booth, much less a murder. It was during a six-week bedside vigil when mom was in the ICU that my sister introduced me to historical romances. I devoured them. The first time I thought “I can do this,” I felt a calm settle over me and a feeling of “coming home.” I was ready to run.

Life… Juggling marriage, a husband with a full-time job and full-time school, four children (I had to down-size my original vision – economics, you know), multiple jobs, my best friend’s cancer diagnosis that led both of us down a metaphysical path as we spent hours talking about destiny, intention, attraction, energy work and more. Life experiences. Rich and full.

It’s all led to this.

Where I was meant to be – right from the beginning.

Ms. Bond lives in the best place on earth – Western New York – not quite close enough to see the waterfront, but close enough that you’ll often find her there, camera and notebook in hand, patient, hero-inspiring husband nearby. “Only” four children, not a dozen, but count in their spouses and grandchildren, and she’s getting closer.

She may still try her hand at mysteries. She hasn’t seen a three-sided phone booth in years.

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The Smutketeers Present:

A KINKY XMAS CAROL
The Knight Family is a wealthy, powerful Chicago clan that knows everything there is to know about making money—but they still have plenty to learn about love…lessons they’ll be taught as they face their ghosts, fulfill their fantasies and finally discover the magic of Christmas in this three novella ménage anthology.

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Blinded to the present…Holly Knight doesn’t have time for Christmas or for “closer” Ebenezer Hall. She can’t deny that the chemistry is sizzling hot, and things get even hotter when Ben’s friends and long-time lovers Justin and Kit arrive in Chicago. Can an infamous playboy and a hard-hearted corporate mogul ever admit to their heart’s desires? Or will it take a little holiday magic for them to realize that all they want for Christmas is each other?

Never would she suspect someone would ever see it, let alone make it come true.

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“Holly,” Ben whispered in her ear, “Truly, if this is weird for you, tell me. It’s okay.”
“And…” she looked at Kit, then at Justin, then finally turned to face Ben once more. “…if it’s weird, but I’m…interested, anyway?”
Ben smiled, gloriously, his gray eyes lighting up. “Then we shall all do our best to ensure you never regret it.”
“You’ve been pretty good at keeping your promises.”
“So I have. And I promise you an evening you’ll never forget.”
“We promise,” Kit said, coming around behind the sofa and laying a hand on her shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.
Justin knelt with one knee on the sofa next to her. “Just tell us if there’s anything you want. Anything at all.”
“Anything?”
Her body was really heating up. Ben was warm and solid next to her, and the anticipation in the air was electric. She could sense the testosterone, the excitement. And the idea that they might all be getting hard, all at once, at that moment, was one of the biggest thrills of her life.
Even better knowing there was much more to come.
Ben pulled her closer and kissed her cheek. “Tell us, Holly.”
“I don’t know if…any of you have ever been lovers?”
Kit laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. “All of us.”
“All of you together?”
“Sometimes, yes,” Ben told her. “Or Justin and Kit. Or Kit and me. Justin and me. Or two of us, or all of us with a woman. In every possible combination.”
God, her body was on fire simply imagining it. And it was going to happen!
“What is it you want, sweetheart? Tell me. Tell us.”
She nearly groaned aloud. “I want it all,” she said quietly.
“Then you shall have it,” Ben said.
She didn’t know if he sent the others a signal she missed, but Justin peeled his sweater off just as Kit did, and she barely had time to turn and take in Kit’s leanly-muscled frame before Ben and Justin pulled her sweater over her head.
“Do you want them to kiss you, Holly?” Ben asked her.
Was that a trick question?
“Oh, yes. And I really want to see you kiss each other.”
“I have a feeling we’re all going to enjoy this,” Justin said, leaning across her lap and reaching out to pull Ben to him.
Their mouths met, two sets of lush male lips, and it was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. Their kissing was rough, hard, pure male. She ached all over to be touched. And as if in answer to her silent need, Kit brushed her hair to one side, then slid his hands over her bare shoulders and down to cover her breasts. Her nipples came up hard beneath her black silk bra.
“Mmm…”
He bent and kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. He kissed her over and over, soft, feathering kisses all over her skin: her nape, between her shoulder blades, the tops of her shoulders. He cupped her breasts with his big hands, his thumbs stroking her nipples through the silk. And all the while Justin and Ben were kissing, making out like crazy, everything getting more heated.
Justin yanked Ben’s sweater over his head and ran his hands over Ben’s chest. They stood, Ben’s arm slipping from her waist to Justin’s, while Justin pulled Ben closer with a hand on his ass. Their bodies came together, bare chest to bare chest, and their mouths met once more.
Kit was bending over the back of the sofa, his hands diving under her bra. “Let’s have this off,” he said, tugging down her bra straps.
“Yes. Take it off. Please.”
She heard his small chuckle as he unsnapped the bra, slid it from her shoulders.
His fingertips brushed her bare skin. Her nipples were almost impossibly hard. She grabbed Kit’s forearms, ran her hands over the muscle there. She needed more.
“Kit…Ben?”
Ben pulled back from Justin, and she could see his breath heaving in his chest. “Tell us, beautiful girl.”
“I need my clothes off. And yours. All of you.”
Ben flashed her a grin, his eyes full of smoke and need. “Your wish is our command. And our great pleasure. Strip it down, boys.”
Ben slid his jeans off, and he was fully hard, his gorgeous cock making her mouth water. She wanted to touch him. She wanted Kit or Justin to even more.
To her right Justin tore his jeans off, then his black boxer-briefs. His erect cock was longer than Ben’s, if not as thick, but beautiful in its own way. He watched her, his dark eyes aglow as he gave it one long, slow stroke.
“Is this what you wanted to see, Holly?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured.
Kit kissed her neck once more, said quietly, “Three is even better than two.”
He released her and came around the front of the sofa to stand before her. He unzipped his jeans and kicked his way out of them. Like Ben, he wore nothing underneath.
She pulled in a sharp breath.
His thick cock was a lovely golden shade, the head a bit darker. He was rock-hard, his cock coming up against his lean abs.
She swallowed, bit her lip. Her mouth was actually watering.
“Come here, beauty,” he said, pulling her to her feet. “We need to undress you now.”
Ben stood on one side of her and Justin on the other as Kit knelt and pulled her boots off while the others steadied her. Then Ben unzipped her jeans and Justin and Kit helped her out of them.
Ben nuzzled her ear. “Such lovely underwear, it’s almost a shame.”
“But she was specific,” Justin said.
Kit winked at her as he reached to pull her silk thong down, leaving them all naked. So much naked flesh…
“I have to say…” Her voice was quavering, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. “I have to say, this is a little overwhelming. I hardly know where to start.”
Ben stroked a hand up her side, under the curve of her breast. “Don’t worry. I’m fairly certain it’ll come naturally to you.”
There were hands all over her then, stroking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. Ben turned her face to his and kissed her, and she could taste the masculine flavor of Justin on his lips. Desire was burning her up, like fire in her aching breasts, in her clenching sex. She kissed Ben harder, held onto him.
Hands moved over her body, cupped her breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples. More hands parting her thighs, diving in between them, stroking at her tender pussy lips. She spread wider, and as Ben’s tongue swirled over hers it almost felt as if the fingers sliding in the folds of her soaking pussy were his tongue, licking her, pressing on her clit.
She felt Justin moving in closer beside her, the hard muscles of his thigh next to hers, and she reached blindly, found his cock, warm and pulsing in her hand. She began to stroke..

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Avoiding the future… Video game mogul, philanthropist and heir to the Knight empire, Tim Crichton has three F-zones—the friend zone, the family zone, and the, er… fun-buddy zone. No crossover is allowed because it might create a fourth—the forever zone—and Tim knows forever just isn’t in the cards for him. But with Peter and Miranda together, a little Christmas magic quickly escalates to a scorching holiday encounter that will either rescue Tim from a lonely future…or cost him the two most important people in his life.

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“Ohhhhh, fuck,” he groaned, sliding his hands into her hair as he took deep, shaky breaths.
Thrilled by the way his cock seemed to thicken in her mouth, she swirled her tongue over it, following the ridge all the way around and up into the hollow on the underside. It didn’t feel anything like the fake ones she’d practiced on, and oh, what a difference! Hot, smooth, paper-thin flesh barely concealed the vibrant physiology inside. With her tongue, she could feel his veins along the surface, and underneath, the unyielding columns that seemed to grow even harder as she explored him. It was nothing short of miraculous.
And the scent of him… God, she’d never be able to put one of those silicone toys in her mouth again after experiencing this. She inhaled deeply, savoring the bouquet of warm denim, soap and man, memorizing it for future fantasies.
Curious beyond reason, she pushed her tongue into the opening at the tip and tasted something silky and musky, something that made her heart pound and her mouth water.
He gasped and pushed her head down a little. “Miranda, suck. Please.”
She thought about the honey bear on the table and decided to leave it there. She liked the taste of Peter all by himself.
Taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, she sucked, milking him with her tongue, and watched as the sac holding his balls drew up tighter. Fascinated, she stroked it with a finger. It felt completely different from the flesh in her mouth, a little rough and a little hairy except for a smooth, silken patch underneath.
Peter’s breathing grew rough, every exhale almost a moan. Though his hands tightened in her hair, he said, “You might want to stop.”
She pulled away and shook her head, breathing almost as hard as he was. “I want to taste it.”
“You want me to come?” he asked tightly.
“Yes. Tell me what you like.
“I can do that.” He blew out a breath. “Get me nice and wet with your mouth.”
Giving him a little smile, she said, “I can do that.”
When she leaned down again, he put his hand on her thigh. “Wait. Take off the dress first. I want to see you.”
Miranda flushed but obeyed, reaching behind her neck with both hands to lower the zipper. When it was between her shoulder blades, she reached up behind her with her left hand to bring it down to her hips and then shrugged out of the bodice. The sheer white balconet bra and thong set she’d worn tonight, just to bolster her courage and make her feel ultra-feminine, had been insanely expensive, but the look on Peter’s face as she shimmied out of her dress made it worth every penny.
“Thank you, Frosty,” he murmured, wrapping the fingers of one hand around her neck before dragging them slowly down her sternum and stomach.
“Frosty?”
Peter nodded, sliding his hand around to rub her bare bottom. “Frosty the doorman gave me an angel for Christmas.”
“Oh he did?” she asked with a quizzical smile.
“He did. Now, where were we?”
“Right about here, I think.” She opened her mouth over him once again, working up as much moisture as she could and painting it onto his rigid flesh with her lips and tongue.
“Mmmm, that’s very nice,” he said, rubbing her hip. “Now stroke it, slow and hard. Milk it.”
Miranda bit her lip. God, this was so hot. Were men this turned on when women told them what to do?
Holding his eyes, she licked her hand provocatively.
“Asking for trouble, little girl,” he murmured, his lips curving lazily.
“Yes, I am,” she murmured back, meaning every word of it.
“Then you’ve found your man.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his slick shaft. Covering it with his own, he squeezed hard and dragged her palm up the thick length, twisting it over the head before dragging it back down to the base. He did it again, and then again. Then he folded one arm under his head and stroked her hip with the other while she flew solo.
As she performed, she watched Peter watch her hand. His mouth was slightly open, his eyelids at half-mast, and as he began to pant, color rose in his cheeks.
“Speed up a little,” he told her roughly. When she did, he pulled his arm out from under his head with a groan, gripped the top edge of the ottoman with both hands and began thrusting into her strokes. God, he looked magnificent, almost animalistic as he arched upward with his jeans around his thighs.
“Fuck, yes, that’s good.”
“You are so incredibly beautiful,” she breathed.
His eyes flashed open. “Miranda, suck,” he ground out. “Now.”
She leaned over without hesitating and sucked hard while he fucked her mouth. The way he held her head firmly in place made her nipples draw up tight and stirred the embers of desire between her legs into a blazing inferno. Within a minute, his legs began to shake and his thrusts grew shallow, and then he growled low and long.
“Get ready, angel,” he warned. “I’m going to come just…about…oh fuck…now.”
Miranda trembled with excitement when he pulled her head back until just the tip of him was still in her mouth. His whole body jerked as streams of hot, wet musk landed on her tongue in time with contractions she could feel with her lips. Her first instinct was to swallow, but she waited. When his hands relaxed on her head, she released him and sat up, rubbing his semen between her tongue and the roof of her mouth while she watched his cock, which didn’t go down as fast as she thought it would.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked between deep breaths.
She swallowed. “Not what I expected. It reminds me of oysters.”
He started laughing. “Dear Diary, performed BJ today. It tasted like oysters. Love, Miranda.” When she laughed too, he said, “You can chase it with some honey if you like. I won’t be offended.”
She shook her head, licking her lips and savoring the taste. “I’m good.”
“You are.” He pulled her down on top of him and kissed her silly, swiping his tongue all over the inside of her mouth as if he found the taste of his semen as enthralling as she did. Then he rolled them to their sides.
“So what else haven’t you tried? Have you ever been on the receiving end?” he asked, deftly unfastening her bra and drawing the strap down her arm.
She stiffened. “Um, I don’t think that’s—”
“Okay, so that would be no.” He rolled over on top of her and sat up, tossing her bra onto the couch behind him as he straddled her hips. Miranda couldn’t take her eyes off his cock, which still spilled out of his open jeans, its wet head resting on her abdomen. The casual intimacy of that sticky contact between them made her heart race and body heat.
“Beautiful little tits,” he murmured, cupping them with his hands and rubbing his thumbs gently over the hard points of her nipples.
Miranda moaned, unable to stop the slow roll of her hips in response.
“How daring are you, Miranda Girard?” Peter asked, with a challenging look.
Her breath caught in her throat. “How daring do you want me to be?”

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Running from the past…Marley Knight-Williams has avoided the ghosts of her past for seventeen years. Now, after one thoughtless decision and too many margaritas, they’ve found her. Her memories, her heartache…and her men, Michael and Carlos. Just in time for the holidays. Time has changed them all, but it’s only banked the embers of their passion, and when the flames flare to life, they burn hotter than ever. Will the heat be enough to sear away the obstacles that stand between them? Or will it drive them apart before they can finish what they started all those years ago?

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“What’s your wife bringing?”
Michael shut the door and furrowed his brow. “Excuse me?”
She wasn’t going to ask again. She walked over to the desk and touched the paperweight shaped like a boxing glove. She’d gotten that for Michael’s father when she was thirteen. It was still here.
“Marley,” he huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “My wife won’t be bringing anything. I’m not married.”
She shrugged, not turning to look at him, though she felt a rush of relief she knew she had no right to. “I was sure Jessica Ryan would have had you cornered before you hit twenty-one.”
“Jessica Ryan was already hooked up by the time I turned twenty-one.” Michael’s wry tone forced her to turn to face him. “She and Anna Poole are still together, as a matter of fact. They co-coach the cheerleading squad for our old high school.”
Jessica and Anna? Marley felt her eyes go wide. They’d been two of the most promiscuous girls in school. Who saw that coming? “I guess I’ve missed a lot.” She swallowed as she stared at the ridges of his stomach, the dark color of his nipples and the droplets of sweat cooling on his skin. She wanted to lick it off his body. Wanted to feel it on her skin. “Everything is so…um…different. I shouldn’t have come.”
“Not everything, princess,” he growled, moving closer slowly, as if he didn’t want to startle her. “Some things appear to be exactly the same.”
Did he mean the way she reacted to him whenever they were alone? The way her throat closed and her thighs heated whenever he looked at her the way he was looking at her now?
She’d imagined this office so many times. The cot in the corner where she and Michael had once lain in silence, listening to the grunts of the men working out downstairs while she allowed him to touch her. Just touch her. Over her clothes. On her newly budding breasts. Between her thighs. It had been exciting and forbidden. The possibility of being caught. The innocent eroticism of the moment.
Grown-up Marley wanted more. She imagined him bending her over the desk and taking her. Now, when everyone knew she was here. When they’d all be able to hear her cries of pleasure.
She really needed to get a hold of herself.
“I know about Carlos,” she said, shifting and feeling the denim of her jeans graze her sensitive sex. “I want to help. I just…I’m not sure what you want from me. Or why you think I could do anything at all.”
Michael smiled. “You’ve always been good at changing the subject, princess. But I’ll let it slide for now since you actually showed up. The answer is on the bookshelf. The envelope beneath the little tree.”
A small, potted evergreen. He was still doing that? They’d gotten one every year, decorated it carefully, then made sure to plant it somewhere the day after Christmas. So the memories would live on as long as the trees were growing. It was Carlos who’d started that tradition, but Marley had always loved the sentiment.
She walked over to the bookshelf near the window and lifted the pot. A crumpled, stained envelope, right where he said it would be. She opened it and began to read, feeling heat warm her cheeks and pain squeeze her heart. This was too intimate. Too personal. She didn’t have the right anymore. Not to have this kind of window into the tender soul of a man she hadn’t seen in so long. Oh, Carlos, she silently sighed. She hadn’t even seen him and he was already breaking her heart.
When she finished reading her sigh was shaky. “You think that’s what he wants? I don’t know if I can… Michael? What are you doing?”
He’d come up behind her, gripping her hips with his strong hands as he pressed his erection against the curve of her ass. “I can’t fucking help it, Marley. I’ll stop if you tell me to but, seeing you in here, like this—do you remember?”
He knew she did. He rocked his hips against her and she gasped, her fingers tightening on the pages of the letter as he slid his hands up to caress the sides of her breasts. Lightly. Teasingly.
His voice was rich with need. “I’m not talking about the touching, though I remember that too. I’m talking about that time you and Carlos caught me in here before the gym was open. When I’d slept here again because the family had descended and we had no more room in the house. That morning I woke up dreaming about you, still smelling your shampoo on the pillow. I was only seventeen. I didn’t have as much practice at control. Didn’t think I needed to.”
How could she have forgotten that? Her eyes closed and she could see it so clearly. She’d come in right before Carlos, both of them smiling in secret delight at the idea of waking him with their frozen hands and a bag of his favorite kolaches from the corner bakery.
She’d never seen an erection before. Certainly she’d never seen Michael’s. Never imagined she’d be so instantly titillated by the way he gripped it in his fist, his naked hips pumping upward as he gritted his teeth and made a sound that was almost one of pain.
Carlos had taken her hand in his and squeezed, trying to drag her backward without disturbing him. She’d resisted. She wasn’t sure why. She only knew she wanted to see more. Needed to see everything.
Michael’s voice in her ear told her he was remembering it too. “I opened my eyes just in time to see you lick your lips. Did you know you’d done that? Licked the same lips I was imagining wrapped around my cock?” He growled. “Knowing you were watching had me coming harder than I ever had. Watching those pretty green eyes go wide when you saw it happen—fuck—I knew in that moment that you wanted to know. What it tasted like. What I tasted like. Was I right?”
“Yes,” she whispered. Lost in the moment. The memories.
One hand slipped down again, unbuttoning the button of her jeans. “Tell me to stop, Marley.” When she didn’t, he slid his hand inside her panties until his fingers were pressed against her clit.
“There it is,” he sighed. “That’s what hasn’t changed. I still make you wet. Still make you want. After all this time, you still want to know, don’t you? Still want to know what could have happened. You must, because you haven’t pushed me away. Haven’t told me to stop or slapped my face.”
She shook her head, but they both knew she was a horrible liar. Even as she tried to deny it, she set the letter down and covered his hand with both of hers, forcing his fingers to press harder against her, to move lower.
Michael hummed. “Yeah, you still love this. The princess can hide in her tower all she wants, but we know the truth, you and I.” He lowered his voice to a whisper that skimmed across her cheek like a caress. “We know what a bad girl you are.”
She was bad. Jesus, she needed to stop him before she came. It had been so long—how could his touch still do this to her? It took away all her defenses. Made her ache for more. His middle finger slipped inside her with shallow thrusts and she gasped, her nails digging into the back of his hand until he growled.
The sound of the office door creaking open made her tense an instant before she heard the irritated male voice. “Jesus, Michael. In the middle of the day? If you have company you should at least lock the damn door.”

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Eden Bradley

New York Times & USA Today Bestselling and award-winning author Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called ‘elegant, intelligent and sensual’. Her debut novel, THE DARK GARDEN, has been praised as ‘a masterpiece’, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick. Her novels and novellas have been translated into German, Romanian, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Czech, Polish and Japanese.

As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women.

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Robin L. Rotham is a bestselling, award-winning author of erotic romance for Samhain Publishing. Though her genres run the gamut from contemporary to futuristic and sci-fi, and even to fairy tales, Robin’s stories all include ménage and BDSM themes. She loves exploring evolving sexualities and the fluidity of D/s dynamics in her writing. Robin is married to a farmer, currently has four teenagers, and lives in rural Nebraska.

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R.G. Alexander (aka Rachel Grace) is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author who has written over 30 erotic paranormal, contemporary, sci-fi/fantasy books for multiple epublishers and Berkley Heat.

She is a founding member of The Smutketeers, an author formed group blog dedicated to promoting fantastic writers, readers and a positive view of female sexuality.

She has lived all over the United States, studied archaeology and mythology, been a nurse, a vocalist, and now a writer who feels lucky everyday that she gets to share her stories with her readers. She loves talking to them on twitter and FB. She is happily married to a man known affectionately as The Cookie-her best friend, research assistant, and the love of her life. Together they battle to tame the wild Rouxgaroux that has taken over their home.

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We are beyond thrilled to bring you the amazing Cover Reveal for Laura Kaye’s LOVE IN THE LIGHT! Releasing January 12, 2016, LOVE IN THE LIGHT is a novel told in dual POV and Part Two of her bestselling Hearts in Darkness Duet. Grab your copy of HEARTS IN DARKNESS now and be sure to preorder LOVE IN THE LIGHT!

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Two hearts in the darkness…

Makenna James and Caden Grayson have been inseparable since the day they were trapped in a pitch-black elevator and found acceptance and love in the arms of a stranger. Makenna hopes that night put them on the path to forever—which can’t happen until she introduces her tattooed, pierced, and scarred boyfriend to her father and three over-protective brothers.

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Haunted by a childhood tragedy and the loss of his family, Caden never thought he’d find the love he shares with Makenna. But the deeper he falls, the more he fears the devastation sure to come if he ever lost her, too. When meeting her family doesn’t go smoothly, Caden questions whether Makenna deserves someone better, stronger, and just more…normal. Maybe they’re too different—and he’s far too damaged—after all…

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banner3Welcome to The Hottest Christmas List Around where the Ladies of Love, Lust and Laptops are giving you the Christmas List of their HOT Heroes. Be sure to COMMENT because it’s the only way to WIN PRIZES! See all the details at the end of my blog today. 

600x900christmasincancunIn case you haven’t met my hero from Christmas in Cancun, let me introduce you to Jack Girard, former SEAL and owner of Bad Ass Catamarans in Cancun.

Getting laid is usually at the top of a SEAL’s Christmas List—with perhaps some variations on that theme—but Jack can have that wish come true most anytime. Beautiful, nearly-naked women prance around his boats in barely-there bikinis every day and are willing to meet him at his cousin’s Mayan Nites Club later and give him anything he wants all night long in their condo or hotel room.

At Christmas, Jack is all about family…

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