A Blissemas Snog with Shifter's Challenge

It's the last snog of Blissemas and I've got a present for you! An Ebook copy of my first Christmas story as Megan Slayer, titled Wrapped Around, up for grabs to one lucky commenter. Could that commenter be you? I need your comment, email and name and you're in the hat! International commenters welcome!

Now about my latest Christmas story, Shifter's Challenge!

Shifter’s Challenge (Peppermint Twist) by Megan Slayer  

Changeling Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

Time to see what magic Christmas has in store for Steve, a black cat shifter, and Landon the Elf…

Steve Moore, a black cat shifter, breaks into the North Pole Christmas party in his cat form. Easy enough. No one imagines a black cat would be out of place in a warm building in the middle of the winter. But Steve’s not there to sample the cupcakes or eggnog. No, he’s there to find the one Elf who makes his heart race -- Landon. Is Landon still interested in the shifter? They only spent one night together. Things could fall apart once they find each other again, but Steve’s betting the Elf is craving him, too.

Time to see what magic Christmas has in store.

Available soon :

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2320

And now for that snog!

Copyright ©2014 Megan Slayer

 “Oh… That’s against the rules?”

“Big time.” Landon chuckled. “You have no idea.”

“Even for love?” Steve curled his fingers under Landon’s chin, moving the Elf’s gaze. “I’m missing something. Talk to me.”

Landon rubbed his cheek against Steve’s hand. “I missed you, too.” He groaned. “I wanted to call, email or something to find you, but we hadn’t exactly gotten to the point of exchanging so much personal information.”

“I know.” He wished they’d spent some of their time talking, rather than just fucking… but the sex had been worth the hassle.

“I stayed out longer than my pass. I loved every moment of our time together, but I had to go home. Santa’s got special Elves who track us. They found me and brought me home.” Landon stared into Steve’s eyes. “This is nuts. An Elf and a man who shifts into a cat. Our being together shouldn’t work, but it does. But think about it. How was I supposed to explain that to Santa?”

“True.” Most of the humans didn’t even believe Steve could exist -- a man who shifted into a cat. The very idea was crazy. If they found out Elves truly existed… all hell would break loose. Still, he didn’t want to give up on Landon. They’d figure something out.

“I mean, how was I supposed to know if what we had was love? Horny good times? Yeah. Something I wanted to do over and over? You bet your ass. But love? Too soon to tell.” Landon shook his head. “I like finite things. I need to know where I stand and what’s going to happen. With you… everything seems so up in the air.”

At least the crazy, mixed-up feeling was mutual. Steve pulled Landon onto his lap and draped his arms around the Elf. “Then why don’t we see what this is between us and how we can build on it or give it up? I’m all for round two and three. Can’t know who we need unless we stoke this fire a whole lot more.”

* * *

Landon wobbled on Steve’s strong thighs. He’d expected Steve to push him away, not come on to him. Landon’s entire body warmed, and his cock pushed against the velvet of his pants. He rocked forward, rubbing his bulge on the tent hiding behind the robe. Between the plug in his butt and the cock rubbing against his own, his entire body sizzled. Sweet peppermint balls, they felt so good together.

“Damn,” Steve said, drawing the word out. He nibbled Landon’s bottom lip. “Dangerous little Elf.”

“I like it.” Landon groaned. A thought occurred to him. He’d been given a present -- the best ever -- and he wanted to share his happiness. “I owe you a present. Christmas is meant to be shared.” He leaned forward and kissed Steve once more. The taste of Steve’s mouth on his affected him like wine. Tingles shot through his body as he splayed his hands on Steve’s bare chest. He flicked Steve’s nipples, loving the way the slender man moaned because of his touch.

“God, I love that.” Steve swatted Landon’s ass. “Naughty Elf.”

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Christmas Smut with Chocolate!

My kiss this time around is from an oldie, but a goodie - Drizzle Me in Chocolate. I always did like this story and who doesn't enjoy food play? Merry Christmas and enjoy the Blissmas Kiss!

Drizzle Me in Chocolate by Wendi Zwaduk  

From the Smut for Chocoholics Anthology

Absolute Erotica

Contemporary

Novel

Smut for Chocoholics is all about indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors.. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.

Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Violet Fields, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Kay Jaybee, Jacqueline Brocker, Tenille Brown, Wendi Zwaduk, Katey Red, Jenny Lyn, Tilly Hunter, Nicole Gestalt and Cass Peterson.

Chocolate might not last forever, but love does.

Elysa agreed to model chocolate, but she never imagined she’d be faced with her past. Simon Dumont playboy, millionaire and her one weakness. Can she get through the shoot with her pride intact, or is he worth losing her heart all over again?

Simon knew damn well who he wanted for those pictures. Only one woman could embody the sensuality needed to sell his exotic chocolates and chocolate inspired sex toys. Elysa Green. He’s not about to be denied a second time. Can the Casanova of Chocolates prove he’s the one man to make her happy or will their smouldering passion consume them before love strikes a second time?

Available at:

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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smut-for-chocoholics-victoria-blisse/1117024977?ean=9781783332359

And now for a hot excerpt!

Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge. She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected him much like the chocolate—one taste wasn’t enough.

“Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again. She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a beautiful shade of pink.

“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember our games?”

“How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.

“The other half of the shoot involves the games we played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business. I’m just watching—you’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”

Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core. A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured. Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she wore.

“Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent, flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.

“Take me, Simon.”  She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her juices glittered in the harsh lighting.

He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.

Behind him a door opened and closed. “I somehow figured I’d find you in this position.”

Simon knew that voice. Paolo. Elysa’s eyes widened and she pushed her clothes back into place. Simon glanced over his shoulder, then scooted in front of her to hide what was left of her modesty. “Paolo.”

“Thanks for coming on a short notice. We were waiting on you.” The one photographer Simon trusted to created the perfect images of Elysa nude and drizzled in chocolate—Paolo. The other photographer might have worked, but he wanted the guaranteed best.

“And in heat.” Paolo dropped his shoulder bag onto the desk. “And Simon, you know I’ve done it all. Nothing shocks me, honey, I’ve seen it all. Now who is getting naked and what naughty chocolates are we photographing for the catalogue?”

@Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013

Blissemas! Let's Celebrate in Style!

It's my day for Blissemas!! I love this time of year. Lots of presents and merriment for everyone. 

By JD Hancock from Austin, TX, United States
 (Merry Christmas 2010) [CC-BY-2.0
(http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)],
via Wikimedia Commons

For my part of Blissemas, I'll share one of my family's traditions. Every year at Christmas (and other times of the year, but especially at Christmas), my family and I go to the local stores. We don't shop for ourselves. We shop for pets. Not just our pets, but the pets at the local animal shelters.  

About twelve years ago, I was at the local store and I'd seen a box to donate food and supplies to the local animal shelter. This box has the most pitiful picture of kittens on it. I won't go into huge detail, but the poor little guys were in cages and just looked so sad. I went right back that moment and bought stuff for the box. I suppose it was supposed to make me feel better. In a way it did, but in many ways, it didn't. I wasn't in a position to rescue any other critters, having a cat and dog already. But I figured if I could at least give the shelter some of the items they needed, I could do something. The next year, I increased the amounts I gave to the shelter--more dog food, cat food, kitten food, puppy food and cat litter. 

Then the small person came along. Even when tot was small, we included tot in this tradition. Once tot got big enough to understand what was going on, tot encouraged us to keep the tradition going. We look forward to that day when we get the items for the shelter. We usually spend time there playing with the animals, too. This year will be a little different. We'll still make sure we bring supplies. Can't forget those. But this year, we're adopting a dog from the shelter. We'll be doing our part to bring one animal home for the holiday.

I know what you're thinking. Lots of people make the mistake of getting an animal for the holiday, only to give it back or give it away when the cute wears off. We won't be doing that. Why? The moment I saw the dog, I couldn't say no. I'm also the type that if I make up my mind to do something, I'll do it. No going back. Besides, the dog didn't do anything to be given back other than the cute wearing off. That's a load of hooey. The small cuteness might not be there, but you have to find the cute in everything they do. Dogs and cats can be your best friend if you open your heart. We certainly do. 

Now for the other fun part of Blissemas! The presents! To join in on Blissemas, simply leave a comment on this post and the others at http://blissemas.co.uk and you could be in to win your choice of eReader or $100 gift voucher to spend on eBooks! The prize will be drawn on the 21^st December. Merry Blissemas!

Now about my pen name's latest release and a tasty Christmas treat, Ribbobed!

Ribboned (Red Velvet Christmas) by Megan Slayer 

Number in Series: 5

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, BDSM

Themes: Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Christmas

Ribbons aren’t just for decorating anymore.

Daria Elf never expected to be moved to the velvet ribbon department right before Christmas. She also never expected her boss to be the object of her wettest fantasies. Can she keep her cool, or will she end up on Raven's Naughty List?

Raven Elf has his sights set on Daria. He wants her for his department, his bed and bound in his thick velvet ribbons. He'll get his girl, but the hard part is convincing her that their connection is meant to last.

Available here: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2157

And now a hot excerpt!!

She clicked the handle and eased the door open. There, in all his red-and-green, towering glory, stood Raven. His blue eyes blazed and a grimace marred his face. “You were summoned ten minutes ago. Where have you been?” He folded his muscle-corded arms. “Hmm?”

His gravelly voice drew a shiver from deep in her being. She cleared her throat. No way she’d let him scare her -- not yet. “Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I ran right down here.” And worked up her courage to talk to him. She rested her hands on her hips. “I thought maybe Santa was in the nog again and made a mistake.”

Raven stepped toward her. Unlike the rest of the elves, he didn’t wear a hat. His dark hair slid over his brow, obscuring her view of his eyes. “This request is very real and binding.” His voice dropped to a growl on the last word.

Her heart and brain warred. Working in the ribbon room was a year-round commitment. Unlike those in the other parts of the Christmas plant, the people who worked with Raven didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Then again, did she recall anyone admitting they worked with him? Looking at the strapping elf in front of her, she wondered if it was the binding part of the job that scared people.

Raven was the stuff of rumor and innuendo. He didn’t just use his ribbon for package decoration or house décor -- he dabbled in BDSM and used the velvety strips to bind his lovers. Her body tingled. Would he wrap her in nothing but his ribbons? Make her scream his name? Oh, holy night, she hoped so.

“I’m willing to take on the standard hitch down here,” she said, praying her voice hadn’t wobbled.

“Perfect.” His eyes glittered and a small smile curled on his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”

* * *

By Ater Crudus (www.saligiaproject.blogspot.com)
[CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)],
via Wikimedia Commons

Raven widened his stance and drank in the sight of the tiny elf. She had no idea what the frost she’d gotten herself into. He suppressed a bigger grin. He loved newbies, especially ones with soft brown hair and crimson lips. His cock twitched behind the buttons of his pants. Something about her screamed innocence. She didn’t know how pretty she was. His jacket suffocated him. Pine nuts. Few women affected him, but she brought the arousal from deep in his soul.

Little did the faux-fur-wearing minx know just how binding the ribbon room could be.

“This is the Ribbon Room.” He put one arm around her shoulders and guided her to one of the three chairs in the room. “I prefer to work alone, but this year the requests for red velvet ribbon are on the rise. Santa agreed to my request for help.” He sat her down on the plush black velvet chair. “You.”

How’d she like that little revelation?

“Me?” she squeaked and stared at him. “I don’t know anything about ribbons other than they belong on presents.”

“I’ll train you.” In every way he knew how. “We’ll be working tonight until the wee hours. Can you manage?” Could she take the strain of working with him?

“Yes, sir.” She smiled and gave him a mock salute. “You tell me what to do and I’ll do it as best I can.”

Yes, she would.

Sunday Snog ~ Believe!

This week for my snog, I thought I'd spotlight a book by my pen name, Megan Slayer. Believe features characters I fell in love with long ago and hope you'll love, too. Don't forget to check out the rest of the snogs and do leave a comment. Thanks for reading!

Believe by Megan Slayer

Raylan believed himself unworthy of love until he met Chase. Chase brought out Raylan’s natural need to control and the power to force submission. But time and distance make having a relationship hard. Can Raylan prove to Chase they have what it takes for love to last through this Christmas and every other Christmas for the rest of their lives?

Chase found the muse for his songs in Raylan. Each time they touch, kiss, make love, music fills his soul. But working odd gigs to make ends meet while Raylan photographs rock and roll royalty isn’t beneficial to Chase’s creativity. Can he convince Raylan they’re better off together than apart?

Contains: M/M, LBGT, BDSM, Fetish, anal sex

Available here!

And now for that snog under the mistletoe!

Chase folded his arms. The tree wasn’t exactly full or decorated very well. A professional would more than likely faint if they saw the crinkled limbs and snarled needles on the second-hand tree. The sad strand of twinkle lights engulfed the two-foot fake pine. The star caused the tree to bow to the right, and the two ornaments didn’t fit on the miniscule branches. Adding candy canes would probably send it the rest of the way over. He cocked his head. “Raylan?”

Raylan eased up behind him, wrapping his arms around Chase and nudging Chase’s ass with his cock. “It’s cute. Not quite what’s expected and a little lopsided, but who needs stale perfection when originality is so much better? I love it. Besides, our originality could be the next big thing in holiday décor. You never know.”

“I don’t know if I want to share.” Chase rested his head on Raylan’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm,” Raylan murmured and licked a path of fire along Chase’s neck. “I couldn’t wait to get home. Christmas isn’t any fun alone.”

Groaning, Chase ground his ass into Raylan’s erection. His loins ached. He needed to feel Raylan’s tenderly tough touch. As punishment? Not in the truest sense. He needed to feel wanted and sexy. He turned around in Raylan’s embrace and worked the row of buttons bisecting Raylan’s dress shirt.

“Let me take care of you.” Chase sank to his knees and stared up at Raylan. “Let me remind you what’s here at home.” Chase folded his hands behind his back, waiting for Raylan’s permission to take the initiative. When he felt the touch of a warm hand on his head, Chase took a deep breath, drawing in Raylan’s scent as he kissed Raylan’s cock through his jeans. The motion felt dirty and out of his element and completely sexy.

“Merry Christmas to me,” he groaned and flicked his tongue over the blunt end of Raylan’s prick.

“Oh Chase.” Raylan forked his fingers into Chase’s short hair, tugging the strands. He moaned, and his hips bucked. Almost as soon as the action started, Raylan stopped.

“Stop.”

Chase froze. Stop? Huh? He didn’t look up at Raylan, rather he stared at Raylan’s jean-clad cock. A shiver cut right through him. Something…something wasn’t right. Raylan tugged Chase’s head back gently and forced Chase to look him in the eye. The pregnant pause as Raylan considered Chase took the breath from Chase’s chest. Fire flickered in Raylan’s eyes.

“Naked. Now.”

Stunned by the terse directive, Chase stood and fumbled out of his jeans. He tripped as the denim tangled around his feet. When he stumbled forward, Raylan caught him under the arms.

“I wanted you naked, not coming apart at the seams.” Raylan chuckled. “Take your time, but do this right. I want you properly naked so we can celebrate the holidays in style.”

~ ~

Sunday Snog with All I Want for Christmas!

I love the Sunday Snogs, but since I didn't have a published Christmas story other than this bit of white hot flash fiction, I thought I'd share it instead. I do hope you enjoy this interpretation of Mr and Mrs Claus. Grin!

“Reindeer got your tongue?”

Her action jolted him into action. Nodding, Nick crossed the space to her and wrapped her in his arms. Jessica squealed.

“I caught you in the act,” he murmured against her neck. Her vanilla scent curled around him as he nuzzled the delicate skin. “I like it.” He palmed her ass, adding quick swats to accentuate his words. “You’ve made the naughty list, my love.”

“Not yet.” She disengaged from his arms and stepped back two feet. Taking a ribbon of silk in each hand, she tugged open the bow between her breasts. The diaphanous material skimmed down her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in the tiny thong.

Nick rubbed his cock. “Come here.” The logs on the fire crackled. Heat engulfed the room, but nothing like the flames of desire licking his body from within.

“For my present?” Jessica bridged the gap and dropped to her knees. She stared up at him with wide eyes as her fingers worked the zipper on his now snug pants.

“Jessica.” He groaned as she reached into his trousers and removed his cock. Nick thrust his fingers into her hair when she nuzzled the engorged flesh. “Take me in your mouth, love.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“No love. Like this.” He released her hair and stilled her movements. “You look beautiful on your knees.”

Jessica cupped his balls as she kissed the crown of his dick, lapping the come from the tip. She encased him in her mouth and hummed, the vibration going straight from his penis to deep in his belly. Love and lust flooded his body and tightened in his balls. His head lolled on his shoulders. Her tongue curled around the tip of his cock, swathing him in her liquid heat.

“Jess.” He pistoned his hips, fucking her mouth and teetering on the edge of oblivion. He swayed on his feet. “Too much, sweets, but damn it feels good.”



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Blissemas and Flash Fiction!

For my day of Blissemas, I thought I'd share a fun piece of sexy flash fiction. I love giving the Blissemas girl a story and this years scorches! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to comment. If you do, you're entered in the hat for the Kindle!!

Now about that flash fiction...

Nixie Claus sat in Nick’s chair. Soon he’d be home. She crossed her legs, then re-crossed them and admired her boots. Santa had been good to her that year.

Footsteps clomped on the floor and a shaft of light stretched across the floor. “Nix?” The steps grew louder and the light disappeared. “Honey?”

Nick strode through his office door. Snow tumbled to his feet and his hat slid from his head. He dropped the thick red bag and shrugged out of his coat.

“You’ll never believe the night I had.” He shook his head, his salt and pepper colored hair fluffed from the hat. “Three dog bites, a thousand cookies offered, two bottles of aspirin and fourteen hundred kids who waited up for me.”

Nixie propped her boot-clad feet on the desk. “I see.”

“Don’t they know not to wait up?” Nick finally looked at her. His lips parted a fraction of an inch and he gasped. “Please tell me you’ve waited up for Santa with a present.”

“Oh, I did.” She stroked the length of his desktop with her gloved fingers. “But Santa never told me which list I made. Last I knew I was on the perpetual naughty list.” She stood and finger combed her hair, then sauntered across the room to where he stood. “Santa, Baby?”

He palmed her bare bottom and groaned. “Need to get out of this suit.”

“Me?” She stepped backwards and wriggled her ass. “I’m not wearing a suit.”

“And I love it.” He threaded his fingers with hers and led her to the desk. “I believe you asked for a Smutty Christmas. One with sex on my desk, sex under the tree and sex in the moonlight.” He turned on the Christmas tree lamp, bathing his desktop in colored lights. Moonlight streamed in through the window behind the desk. “Will this do?”

He shucked his pants and boxers, leaving himself naked, save for his boots. “Now we match.”

“Uh-huh.” Nixie took over and eased Nick onto the desk top. With both hands, she stroked his burgeoning erection, then licked the blunt head of his cock.

“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, you are good.” He drew in a long breath and rocked his hips, fucking her fingers. “Don’t tease me, Sweets. Climb on for a ride.”

She cocked her brow, then crawled onto his lap. Nick smoothed his hands up her sides to her breasts and pinched. The white hot jolt of pleasure-pain ricocheted to her core. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and leaned into his grasp.

“Nice.” He sat up enough to scoot back farther on the desk, then met her for a kiss. “Ride me,” he commanded between kisses.

Nixie balanced on her knees and sank down on his erection. They’d made love that morning, but nothing felt as good as Christmas morning sex. She rocked back and forth on his cock, stroking herself from within on him.

“Oh yeah.” Nick clutched her hips and drove up into her, his dick rubbing every sensitive spot in her pussy.  “This won’t last, love.”

“Don’t want it to.” She trailed her fingernails down his chest. “So close.”

“Come with me, babe.” Nick filled her womb with seed and groaned.

Nixie embraced the climax and shuddered. From her head to her toes, warmth enveloped her. She settled on his chest and snuggled. “Best yet.”

“Yep.” Nick didn’t say anything else for a long moment, just stroked her back and held her close. “You know—the only way to make this absolutely perfect, would be having the fire place on.”

“And you dropped your coat by the door.” Nixie curled tighter against him. “Merry Christmas Santa. Did you get what you wanted?”

“I’ve got you. Best present ever. Merry Christmas love.”

 ~~~~~

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Smutlympics is Coming!

It's coming in one day. To coincide with the Olympics, we have the SMUTLYMPICS!!! Stop back tomorrow to see what the hullabaloo is all about. Oh, and there are prizes. Yep. Grin. Check it out here for more information!

Blissmas Presents!

And the winner of one title from my backlist is...  

 ~ Tina B ~ 

 :::throws confetti:::: 

 I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented on the tour. I had a blast and can't wait for the next tour. I hope you'll all stick around for the rest of the ride. I've got some great things in the works and can't wait to share them with you.

Blisse Kiss Under the Mistletoe ~ Someone Like You

It's time for the Sunday Snog, but its a special one. A Blissemas in July Sunday Snog!! Woo hoo! And make sure you comment. Every comment gets you in the hat for that $50 gift voucher to AllRomance Ebooks! So now let's get on with that snog!

Someone Like You
Total-E-Bound

Number of pages 61
Genre Contemporary
Book Length Novella
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
Sexometer 2
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by Lyn Taylor
ISBN# 978-0-85715-867-3
She’s the one he wants, he just doesn’t know it yet.

Arran Mayes-Confirmed bachelor. Loves a good bottle of wine, hearty conversation and men. Determined to open his own pizzeria, he’s not looking for love or a woman.

Then he sees her. Can a tomcat playboy settle down in the arms of a good woman?

Mindy Dawson-She’s not interested in relationships or dating after having been through the wringer more times than she can count. Attending college is for a BA...not an "MRS" degree.

Until she sees him. Is she woman enough to tame Arran’s ways? Or will their love affair burn out before it gets started?

Reader Advisory: This story contains lovers who didn’t know they connected, finding their mutual satisfaction with anal sex and a few toys for fun.

Available here, here, here and here!

And now for that Snog!!

“I want to kiss you.” There. He’d blurted out his intentions. When the fuck had things become so complicated? Men weren’t so hard to deal with.

“Um…so do it?”

Women couldn’t seem to make up their minds. Neither could he. “Min—”

Instead of giving him time to talk himself out of what he wanted, Mindy went for it and kissed him first. Soft lips connected with his. Her breasts crushed against his chest. She stroked wide circles around his shoulders and back. Arran groaned. Damn. If he thought kissing boys was fun, kissing girls—this girl to be exact—ranked right up there with perfect.

His jeans constricted around his hips and holy hell, he had a stiffy. Fuck, yeah. Heat flowed through his veins as she tangled her tongue with his. She tasted sweet, like mint and something else. Dew? Rain? Could one taste rain? If it was possible, then Mindy tasted like spring rain.

Mindy ground her hips into the V of his thighs. Whoa. A new rush of heat and tingles shot to his cock. They had to stop—had to slow down at least or he’d come in his jeans. He wanted more than a quick fuck or petting session in the hallway. Arran broke the kiss first, cupping her face in both his hands.

“What?”

Her breath skittered over his cheeks. Her eyes were dilated to just a thin ring of green surrounding the black. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in a honey-coloured curtain. God, she looked gorgeous, flushed and a little mussed.

“I need to tell you something.”

Blissemas in July

It's my turn for Blissmas and I'm thrilled. I love this bit of cool in the midst of some serious heat. We've not had rain in quite a few days so anything cool and Christimasy is right up my alley.

For my part of the festivities, I thought I'd highlight some of my favorite Christmas tunes. Okay, I'll give. There are two versions of the same song, but start sexy and end sexy is my motto!!





Gary Allan is on my all time favorite sexy singers list. Why? Partly because of this song. Yes. He's got that pleading sound in his voice that just begs for me to hug him and come home. Yanno?



I'm a sucker for emotional songs. This one, Believe sung by Josh Groban, is particularly special because it reminds me of all the times I watched Polar Express with my small person. It also painfully reminds me that the small person won't be small forever. Sniffle.

Okay, enough with the super emo stuff...



Andy Williams will always be one of my traditional favorites. I talk with a friend of mine often about how he was sexy in his prime. I love his version of O Holy Night. Even if you're not in to religious songs, this one is guaranteed to give chills.



And now for a little fun! Little Saint Nick by the Beach Boys has always been a favorite. I thought it was originally recorded by the Muppets (I'm only 33) so I was rather excited to find out it was done by the Beach Boys!



I'll end with the same song I started with, but only because you can't have Christmas and a sad song without Jon Bon Jovi singing this Eagles classic. He brought the sexy back.

And for a special treat for you, here's a snippet from my upcoming release, Sunshine of Your Love:

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too? The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

Available for preorder here!

“I’m a virgin,” she whispered. Cindy closed her legs and sat up. “Surprised?” She dipped her head, letting her hair fall in front of her face. “Sorry. Yes, I’m on the pill, but I’m still a virgin.”

Holy hell, it was a surprise, but he welcomed the new information with open arms. She wanted him to be her first. Fuck, yes. Noel unfastened his belt and jeans.

She covered her breasts and brought her knees together. “You’re not upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” Noel knelt in front of her. “I’m honoured. I can’t say it won’t hurt, but I am damned proud to be your first.” He tapped her thigh. “You don’t have to be sorry. I want to make you feel good.”

Noel spread her legs and kissed the inside of her knee. Cindy kept her attention on him as she eased down on to her elbows. Her lips parted.

“Beautiful.” Noel trailed his fingers up and down her skin, stopping short of touching her pussy. The scent of her flowery perfume lingered on her skin. Cream glistened on her labia. Using the tip of his tongue, he licked long strokes over the slick skin.

“Oh, my!” Her hands fluttered and her bracelet jingled on her wrist.

Noel dragged his lips over her clit and eased her all the way down on the bed. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his head. “Touch me, Sunshine.”

She peeked at him. More liquid heat covered her pussy. Her nipples beaded. Cindy writhed in time with his licks and rewarded him with soft moans. Noel hummed against her clit. “This might hurt.”

When she nodded, he eased one finger into her sweet channel. Her pussy walls clamped down on him. Oh, hell. The tight fit was heaven.



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Blissemas and a Hot Holiday Bit of Flash Fiction with Wendi Zwaduk!

First, I want to thank Victoria Blisse for the opportunity to take part in Blissemas. Talk about being in the company of some fantastic authors! This is a fabulous group. Now it's my turn to celebrate Blissemas and when I sat down to plan out what I'd write about, well, it was a tad daunting. Don't write about what someone else did, don't reuse your own ideas, make it exciting, make it interesting. Was I feeling a little overwhelmed?

A little.


But the more I thought about it, the more I kept looking at the girly pic Miss Victoria sent out for promo. Can I just say she's a snazzy looking chick? Good, because I will. The more I looked at her, I thought, you know, she needs a bit of Flash Fiction. And it better be spicy because she just strikes me as a spicy girl.

Here goes....

Crissy fluffed the fur on the edge of her hat and finger-combed her hair. The glitter on her cheeks and eyebrows sparkled in the fire light. The corset fit just right and accentuated the girls to a tee. She rolled her hips and popped a pose. If the naughty look didn't work for him, tough. She loved the way the crushed velvet and faux fur made her feel sexy.

Merry Christmas to me.

"Crissy?"

Her heart fluttered and cream slickened her thong. Her Christmas wish had come true. She didn't have to turn around or peek into the mirror to know who stood behind her.

"Klaus." She leaned back into his taut chest. The spicy scent of his cologne wrapped around her. Her pussy clenched. Being good all year sucked, but having him for the reward was totally worth it.

"I've missed you," he purred. His breath tickled her neck and sizzled all along her nerve endings. "You've been a very good girl this year." Klaus yanked the collar of her robe aside, exposing more of her skin. He licked a path of fire starting at her earlobe, down the back of her neck, ending in a rough kiss on her shoulder. "I don't want a good girl."

Perfect. Crissy turned around in his arms and shrugged out of the robe. The silky fabric pooled at her booted feet. "I don't want to be a good girl."

A thick lock of his dark hair swept across his brow as he stepped forward. "Oh baby, better than I could've imagined." He thrust his fingers into her hair and captured her mouth in a feral kiss. With one hand still in her hair, he smoothed his fingers down her bare arm, down to her ass.

Crissy sighed and ground against him. She gripped his coat, yanking the zipper down. Klaus stilled her hands. “No, love. Let me. This is your Christmas wish.”

Arms still around him, Crissy allowed Klaus to walk her backwards towards the bed. The backs of her knees bumped the mattress. Blood thumped in her veins. This wasn’t exactly what she had expected, but hell, he was there. Who was she to complain?

Klaus dropped to his knees and nuzzled her belly. “You smell like sugar cookies.” He worked the buckle on her belt and dropped the accessory to the floor. Her breathing hitched as he bit the bottom button off her corset. Part of her wanted him to just hurry up. Part of her wanted him to go as slow as he could. She shivered as he popped another button on her corset.

Klaus glanced up and smiled. “Antsy?”

She nodded, unable to form actual words.

“Then I’m making your wish come true.” He flicked open the last button and opened the plush fabric. The rush of cool air kissed her nipples. She squeezed her thighs together to stave off her rising need for him.

Klaus nuzzled her inner thigh, then tugged her down onto the mattress. She plopped down with a squeak. “Oh!”

A grin spread on his lips. “The blush on your cheeks matches the color of your boots.” Klaus pushed between her thighs and cupped her breast. He pressed his face into the vee of her cleavage and hummed. She threaded her fingers into his thick hair, holding him to her. Leaving a trail of nips and hard kisses in his wake, he moved down to the hem of her thong. Klaus hooked his fingers in the elastic and yanked. Hard. The delicate fabric tore under his touch. Instead of moving the fabric, he left the remnants of the thong in place.

“Klaus.” His name came out so breathy, she hardly recognized her own voice. “Please.” Damn. She sounded needy. Trust Klaus to know how to break her resistance.

He chuckled and pulled away from her. “Lay down.”

Crissy did as told and grasped her hat. Might as well move it before it got crushed or worse. Klaus swooped in over her, placing his hand on hers. “No. I like it right where it is.”

Instead of moving off of her, he wriggled his hips. His cock slid over the slickness between her legs. The thrum of his pulse beat against her clit. Her legs quivered as the orgasm built low in her belly. Damn. They hadn’t even had sex yet. Klaus smoothed a hand between their bodies and dragged the destroyed thong across her nether lips. She closed her eyes and raked her nails down his back. She’d never last.

“Yes, babe.” Klaus arched up and thrust into her in one slick motion. “You’ll last and love it.”

Once, twice, three times, he slammed into her body. Crissy whimpered. “Too much.”

Klaus withdrew and slid his palms up and down her inner thighs, slowly bringing her to the edge of the bed. “What do you want, Crissy? Tell me.”

“You. In. Me.” Crissy wrapped her legs around his torso. “Need you.”

The grin returned to his lips. “That’s my girl.” He entered her once again, but this time he lingered. Klaus stroked her boot-clad leg and moved within her pussy just enough to build friction. She needed him. Needed him right now. Crissy bucked her hips, encouraging him to go faster.

Grasping her upper thighs, Klaus increased his movements. His balls slapped against her asshole, adding pinpricks of delight to the already heated moment. Crissy fisted the bed sheets and gritted her teeth. So close. So, so close. She opened her eyes, not wanting to miss the look in his eyes when she came. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“Fuck, yes.” Klaus collapsed down on top of her and rammed her hard against the bed. His ragged breaths tickled her skin. “Mine,” he murmured. “All mine.”

Boneless, Crissy snuggled beneath him. She stroked his head and smoothed a lock of his hair between her fingers. The afterglow of the orgasm dimmed. Her true wish wasn’t just to have him for one night, but she’d been naughty through the year. She forced herself to remain calm. “How long until you have to leave?”

Klaus withdrew and stood. “How long do you want me to stay?” He helped her to her feet and turned back the blankets on the bed. “Climb in.”

“No.” Crissy folded her arms. “Every year you go away and I’m alone.” All the emotions she’d tamped down for the year came out in a flood. “I want you here always.”

“What was your wish, love?” Klaus sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged her into his arms. “Tell me.”

“To have you every day, not just Christmas day.” She refused to look him in the eye. Refused to let her heart and her hopes rise.

“Crissy. Look at me.” He rested his forehead against her temple and rubbed his nose on her cheek. “Always my stubborn girl.” He sighed. “Then it’s good I have a lifetime to love you and break you of your habits.”

Lifetime? Break... He’d be there forever. Crissy threw her arms around his neck. “I got my wish?”

“I couldn’t stay away from my wife any longer. I passed the torch to the next Santa Claus.” Klaus kissed her, laving his tongue over her bottom lip. “The Kringles, together at last?”

She squeezed him tight. “Together forever.”

I hope you enjoyed the bit of flash fiction Christmas-style. I had a great time writing it. I'd like to thank Victoria and the others taking part in Blissemas. This has truly been a blast. And if you want to enter to win the Kindle, all you have to do is leave a comment. Remember, the more you comment, the better your chances.

Happy Christms everyone!