Forever Hold My Heart by Rue Allyn ~ #Romance #Reunion #Secondchance #Hogmanay, #Christmas #Holiday #Star #Prodigal

The past keeps Caibre and Aisla apart. Only Love and forgiveness can give them a future.

The hero of Rue Allyn’s A Wish for All Seasons, Caibre MacFearann, left Scotland and love behind believing he would never return. However, one small ring changes everything.

Losing Caibre MacFearann’s love once hurt so much that Aisla MacKai wants nothing to do with him when a blizzard brings the man to her doorstep. Kindness and human charity require that she give him shelter, no matter that her poor heart had never mended.

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She tasted like the dawn of a Wyoming summer day, a crisp freshness that filled his head and body with joy combined with a dark smokiness that squeezed his heart at the same time it wrapped him in the comfort of knowing he’d found his true home.

He gathered her in his arms and lifted her against his chest. One hand cradled her head, stroking her silken midnight tresses as he swept kisses across her face and nibbled at her neck. His other hand cupped her bottom, supporting her and torturing himself in the best possible way. His palm burned, yearning for the touch of skin and her soft woman’s body.

Her arms crept up his chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair and, she pulled his head back to her lips. Her sweet, smoky, tender lips. He could drown there and die happy. But his body insisted he go on living, give and take as much pleasure as possible. Where could they . . . ?

“Harumph.”

Caibre dropped Aisla to the floor but kept a steadying hold on her. He turned in a single movement to place her protectively behind him. Mrs. Grogan stood framed in the doorway, the cart before her loaded with tea things, the whisky decanter, and a single glass.

“I’ll be telling the Baron what I’ve seen. Ye’ve ruined Miss Aisla, and ye’ll pay the price.” The housekeeper craned her neck to look past him. “Both of ye. For shame Miss Aisla, and with a filthy MacFearann.” The old woman pushed the cart into the room, moved back from it, and folded her arms. “I’ll no be leaving her alone with the likes of ye.”

Aisla stepped out from behind him. “Mrs. Grogan, please. It’s not what you think”

Caibre repressed a smile at the sight of her mussed hair and kiss-swollen lips. No one would believe her.

“Hmpf.” The housekeeper gave him a look full of menace. He’d seen kinder gazes in the eyes of gunmen determined to kill him.

“You’ve no need to tell the baron anything, Mrs. Grogan,” Caibre said. “I’ll be speaking with him myself at the first opportunity.” He’d not been looking for a wife, and given their past, Aisla might not be the best choice. Honor required they marry; nothing else mattered. He’d do his best to make her happy whether they loved each other or not.

“See that you do.”

Aisla pulled on his arm, and he turned to her. “You’ll not talk to Steafan. Nor will you, Mrs. Grogan. I will take care of this as I have everything at Dungarob for years.”

Her tone was fierce, but Caibre could see wild panic in her eyes. He wished he could soothe her anxiety but could do nothing until he spoke with Steafan MacKai. “Don’t worry.” He reached out to stroke her hair. “I’ll make everything right.”

“There is nothing to be made right.” She squared her shoulders, banking the panic he’d seen.

Christmas Box by @MeganSlayer #contemporary #mm #gayromance #bdsm

Christmas Box (Christmas Magic)

by Megan Slayer

BIN: 08232-02658

Genre(s): New Releases, Romance

Theme(s): Christmas

Series: Christmas Magic (#4)

Length: Novella From Changeling Press https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2658 Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life—to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good. Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but he’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club…submit and your wish will come true. Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant they’re wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal? Christmas Box (Christmas Magic) Megan Slayer All rights reserved. Copyright ©2017 Megan Slayer This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. "What do you want for Christmas?" Ford Rogan stood tall and rolled his shoulders. He appraised his sub. "Hmm?" Hayes Carter kept his head down as he knelt in front of Ford. "I want to be yours, Sir." "You do?" Ford grinned. Of the three subs he worked with, he preferred this boy. Hayes knew how to please him as much as he pleased Ford. He swept his gaze over Hayes. Before they played, he liked to set the tone and talk to his sub. Hayes was different. He could watch the sexy man all day and not get tired of him. "Tell me your safe word." "Legal brief." Hayes shivered. "But I don't want to use it." He'd always wondered why Hayes had chosen such an unorthodox safe word, but then again, there weren't a whole lot of rules for their scenes. "You understand what will happen? If you trust me, I'll make you fly and blow your mind. I trust you to tell me when you've reached your limits." "I trust you, Sir. Always." He clasped his hands behind his back. Ford ruffled Hayes's black hair, then trailed his fingers down Hayes's neck. Christmas hadn't been far from his mind. He wasn't sure why. Most of the time he could block out the holidays and other forces beyond the walls of the club. Not today. He focused on Hayes and locking the collar around Hayes's neck. He affixed the leash to the D-ring. "Ready? Crawl." "Thank you, Sir." Hayes settled on his hands and knees. He crawled on the floor beside Ford. His bare ass flexed as he moved. Ford resisted the urge to swat him. Instead, he directed Hayes to the St. Andrew's cross. "You've pleased me. On your feet." Hayes scrambled off the floor and stood against the cross. "Thank you, Sir." "Show me your ass." Allowed the leash to drop down Hayes's naked body, he picked up a clear glass butt plug. "I'm filling you." He liked pushing Hayes's limits, plus the glass always looked beautiful against Hayes's skin. Hayes grasped the open cuffs on the ends of the cross and stuck his ass out. He widened his stance. "I've been bad, Sir. I need you to punish me." "Have you?" He closed the cuffs around Hayes's wrists, then dragged the plug down his sub's back. "How bad?" "I haven't been able to get you out of my head." Hayes writhed. "I've thought about us playing more than once a week. I jacked off last night, and I imagined you were there." "Boy." He shouldn't be pleased, but he couldn't help it. He'd been drawn to Hayes from the first time he'd seen the man and wanted him. He pumped lube into his hand, then smeared the lube between Hayes's ass cheeks. Hayes writhed again and flexed. "Do you want this?" "Please, Sir?" Hayes pulled against the cuffs. "Eventually." He pushed the head of the plug against Hayes's hole. Once the plug moved past the tight ring of muscle and was buried in his sub's ass, he kissed Hayes's shoulder. Kissing his subs wasn't his norm, but then Hayes wasn't just any sub. He should've prepped Hayes more, but that was one of the things Hayes enjoyed -- being used. "Don't let that fall out." He tapped the handle. "Understand, boy?"

Reconnecting Christmas by @MeganSlayer #christmas #gayromance #erotic #gay

Reconnecting Christmas
By Megan Slayer
M/M, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance
Short Story
From MLR Press


Oliver McNamara knows exactly what he wants for the holidays—his boyfriend to come home. He wants a nice, romantic Christmas with the man he loves. Will he get his perfect present or a lump of coal on the big day?


If Bert gets his way, this will be a holiday Oliver never forgets. But...being a world famous model means Bert doesn't always set his working hours and giving Oliver what he deserves could be impossible. Can he reconnect with the man he loves over the holidays?


Two hearts will always find a way to become one especially with a little Christmas cheer involved.

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Excerpt: ©Megan Slayer 2016, All Rights Reserved


Bert swatted Oliver’s rump hard. The sound echoed in the room. “I can’t wait to bury myself in it.”

“Then stop talking and do it.” He loved to tease Bert in bed. Besides, he couldn’t wait, either.

“I will.” Bet climbed onto the bed behind Oliver and straddled Oliver’s legs. He rained kisses all over Oliver’s back. Soft, sweet kisses that turned into nips and bites.

Oliver shivered and almost said, no marks, but this was a dream. Who gave a fuck if Bert left a hickey on his skin? He wanted proof he belonged to Bert and wanted that proof all over his body.

Bert stretched out along Oliver’s back and spoke in Oliver’s ear. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh. Beyond ready.” Oliver panted and tried his best to relax. Having Bert inside of him brought every sense to life and made every nerve ending tingle.

Bert slid one of his fingers between Oliver’s ass cheeks. Fire licked Oliver from within. He breathed in the scent of Bert’s cologne and savored the sound of his lover’s voice.

Passion for Bert bubbled within his heart. He needed this more than he needed his next breath.

“You’ll get it all at Gerry’s Outlet Mall,” a voice sang.

What the hell? Who said that? When Oliver glanced over his shoulder, Bert wasn’t there. The pressure on his backside had dissipated.

“Bert?” He whipped over and sat up on the bed. “Bert?” Where was his lover?

No answer. No sign Bert had even been there. No clothes on the floor or closet doors open. Nothing. He was just there…

“The finest in gold watches and silver chain…only at Gerry’s,” the voice said again. This time Oliver noticed the music.

Oliver opened his eyes. He recognized the voice—the announcer on the radio. He scrubbed both hands over his face. When he’d set his phone alarm, he must’ve also set the clock radio one without thinking about it. He swatted the clock beside the bed and groaned. So much for the dream.

He stared at the ceiling and sighed. Bert might not be there right now, but he’d be home that night. Maybe he could convince Bert to leave the party early so they could have more private time together. If things worked out, he’d be able to experience what he’d dreamed of in person. He chuckled. The perfect end to the dream was both of them coming. He could do that. Once Bert got home, he’d give his lover the best Christmas present ever—a white-hot orgasm.

Christmas in Cedarwood by @meganslayer ~ #gayromance #singlegaydads #romance #contemporary #erotic

Christmas in Cedarwood by Megan Slayer  

with Bonus Story ~ Single in Springdale

A Single Father Society novella

from Loose Id Publishing

Contemporary, Holiday, M/M, Anal Sex, masturbation, May/December Romance

Christmas in Cedarwood
Two men, one kid, and the frayed nerves that come with the holidays… Can they make it through to Christmas without a blow-up?

Colt Harrison knew when he met Ashley Willis that he’d found the one man for him. He loves Ashley’s son, Wyatt, as if he were his own. But the stress of living together, compounded with buying a home and adopting pets, has worn him down…not to mention the aggravation that comes with the diner he owns. He wants to make Christmas special for his family, but how can they have a great holiday when Colt’s never home?

Ashley’s got a two-week vacation from his job at the elementary school teaching art. All he wants is time with Colt and Wyatt. He loves Colt, but not the long hours spent at the diner, especially around the holidays. Can he be honest about what he wants from Colt and keep the man he loves?

Anything is possible if they embrace the magic of Christmas.
Bonus story included!

Single in Springdale

Can two lonely hearts find their way to each other despite the odds?

Dr. Isaac McLean knows he’s not supposed to lust after a patient, but there’s something about Len Connor that he can’t forget. His laugh? His strong will? His sexy body. But will Len want to be with his former doctor?

Len Connor wasn’t looking to get back into the dating scene, but a chance meeting with Isaac at the animal shelter has him thinking otherwise. Isaac is sweet, funny and oh, so handsome. But he’s also at least twenty years younger than Len. Will this cougar get his cub and have a happy ending? Or will the relationship fall apart before it gets started?

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EXCERPT: ©Megan Slayer 2017, All Rights Reserved

“I hear bells,” Wyatt shouted. “Here comes the horses!”

Colton made quick work of cutting down the third tree. Ashley returned with Tyus’s dad. “I got help,” Ashley said. “He’s got tags, too.”

Colton dragged the third tree to the path and with help, hefted the two bigger trees onto the back of the wagon. He plunked the third one on top, then followed Ashley up the steps. He sagged onto the seat and draped his arm around Ashley. Wyatt bounced up to where Tyus sat.

“You didn’t have to do that.” Ashley shook his head, then kissed Colt’s cheek. “I love it, though. We’ll have to buy extra ornaments. We don’t have enough.” He snuggled up to Colt. “Oh well.”

Colt rode the rest of the way to the barn in silence. He had so many other things he wanted to say to Ashley, but not yet. He wanted them to be alone. Wyatt might be up with his friend near the front of the wagon, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t listening.  The wagon stopped and pitched Ashley and Colt forward a bit. Colt stood first, then tugged Ashley to his feet. “Go ahead and pay for them. Tell the girl I paid for the one with the bows. She’ll understand. I’ll tie them onto the cars.”

Wyatt jumped off the wagon. “Can we get a pizza?”

“Sounds good.” Colt nodded. “Why don’t you order a couple on-line and pick them up on the way home.” He squeezed Ashley’s ass. “We’ll eat while these dry out in the garage, then we can decorate when we’re done.” He kept Ashley closer and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Once we’re in bed, I’ll decorate you.”

Ashley shivered. “Yes.”

He kissed his boyfriend and sighed. God, he loved this man.

Christmas Box by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #erotic #lightparanormal #romance #christmas #BDSM

Christmas Box (Christmas Magic) by Megan Slayer  BIN: 08232-02658

Genre(s): New Releases, Romance

Theme(s): Christmas

Series: Christmas Magic (#4)

Length: Novella

From Changeling Press



https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2658



Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life—to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good.

Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but he’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club…submit and your wish will come true.

Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant they’re wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?

Christmas Box (Christmas Magic) Megan Slayer All rights reserved. Copyright ©2017 Megan Slayer This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. "What do you want for Christmas?" Ford Rogan stood tall and rolled his shoulders. He appraised his sub. "Hmm?" Hayes Carter kept his head down as he knelt in front of Ford. "I want to be yours, Sir." "You do?" Ford grinned. Of the three subs he worked with, he preferred this boy. Hayes knew how to please him as much as he pleased Ford. He swept his gaze over Hayes. Before they played, he liked to set the tone and talk to his sub. Hayes was different. He could watch the sexy man all day and not get tired of him. "Tell me your safe word." "Legal brief." Hayes shivered. "But I don't want to use it." He'd always wondered why Hayes had chosen such an unorthodox safe word, but then again, there weren't a whole lot of rules for their scenes. "You understand what will happen? If you trust me, I'll make you fly and blow your mind. I trust you to tell me when you've reached your limits." "I trust you, Sir. Always." He clasped his hands behind his back. Ford ruffled Hayes's black hair, then trailed his fingers down Hayes's neck. Christmas hadn't been far from his mind. He wasn't sure why. Most of the time he could block out the holidays and other forces beyond the walls of the club. Not today. He focused on Hayes and locking the collar around Hayes's neck. He affixed the leash to the D-ring. "Ready? Crawl." "Thank you, Sir." Hayes settled on his hands and knees. He crawled on the floor beside Ford. His bare ass flexed as he moved. Ford resisted the urge to swat him. Instead, he directed Hayes to the St. Andrew's cross. "You've pleased me. On your feet." Hayes scrambled off the floor and stood against the cross. "Thank you, Sir." "Show me your ass." Allowed the leash to drop down Hayes's naked body, he picked up a clear glass butt plug. "I'm filling you." He liked pushing Hayes's limits, plus the glass always looked beautiful against Hayes's skin. Hayes grasped the open cuffs on the ends of the cross and stuck his ass out. He widened his stance. "I've been bad, Sir. I need you to punish me." "Have you?" He closed the cuffs around Hayes's wrists, then dragged the plug down his sub's back. "How bad?" "I haven't been able to get you out of my head." Hayes writhed. "I've thought about us playing more than once a week. I jacked off last night, and I imagined you were there." "Boy." He shouldn't be pleased, but he couldn't help it. He'd been drawn to Hayes from the first time he'd seen the man and wanted him. He pumped lube into his hand, then smeared the lube between Hayes's ass cheeks. Hayes writhed again and flexed. "Do you want this?" "Please, Sir?" Hayes pulled against the cuffs. "Eventually." He pushed the head of the plug against Hayes's hole. Once the plug moved past the tight ring of muscle and was buried in his sub's ass, he kissed Hayes's shoulder. Kissing his subs wasn't his norm, but then Hayes wasn't just any sub. He should've prepped Hayes more, but that was one of the things Hayes enjoyed -- being used. "Don't let that fall out." He tapped the handle. "Understand, boy?"

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayer

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.

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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.”

Letting Go (Peppermint Twist) by Sara Jay

Letting Go (Peppermint Twist) by Sara Jay  

Changeling Press

Magic, Christmas, Elves

Short Story

F/M

Snow Queen Erika has never been lucky with love. Her powers have made it difficult to find intimacy with anyone safely, so she's written off romance for good. Jack Frost has been after Erika's heart for centuries. This winter, with a little help from a naughty elf, he may just get his Christmas wish.

Available soon :

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Excerpt:

 "Do you wanna build a snowman?"

Jack jerked his head in the direction of the gruff Bostonian accent. Twinkle, his favorite Elf and co-mischief maker, casually tossed a fluffy snowball in the air and caught it, quirking an eyebrow at him.

Jack grinned. "Not now, Short Stack. I'm plotting." He used his long, slender staff to make a slender but well-proportioned female figure in the snow.

This time Twinkle's eyebrows shot up under his mop of black hair. "What are we doing today? Closing schools? Messing with Mrs. Claus's ovens? Freezing the pipes in Parliament?" He waggled said eyebrows with anticipation, the last word stretched out like Paaahlahmint.

Shaking his head, Jack pointed his long, gnarled staff at the snow palace beyond the mountains. "Nope. I'm gonna go see her."

Twinkle snorted at the non-inclusive activity, this time hurling a snowball at Jack. "Erika? The Snow Queen? Jack, that ship has sailed. She's only turned you down a million times." Swirling his fingers in the frosty arctic air, he separated another snowball into three and began juggling.

"Bit of a glutton for punishment, aren't you?"

"I like a challenge." Jack snapped his fingers to brush the snow off his face instantly. He grinned, picturing the feisty snow goddess of his dreams. Her impossibly long white hair -- sometimes braided, sometimes coiled around her head like a crown-sparkled brighter than the snow itself. Those violet eyes, so cold, yet fiery at the same time, mirrored the queen's own attitude. That kissable heart-shaped mouth...

Erika was his perfect match. She just didn't know it yet.

"Yeah, and you must like failure, too. Jack, she always sees through your schemes," Twinkle insisted. "Like the time you said you were there to fix a broken terrace."

Shrugging, Jack said, "I was being helpful."

"She threw you off the freakin' roof! And what about the time you dressed up in a suit and tried to bring her flowers?"

Writing "Erika" in the snow with his bare toes, Jack muttered, "It was romantic."

"It was moronic! She saw you coming a mile away and didn't even open the door. The fake blizzard, the ice dinosaur, the poinsettias in snow -- Jack, you've tried hundreds of times and none of them has ever worked." Twinkle's pained expression revealed more compassion than doubt for his friend, but he wore the doubt, too.

Pursing his lips, Jack stared over the mountains at the home of the woman who owned his heart. As children, their friendship had been easy -- effortless, even. Since they grew up to be stewards of the North, Erika refused to have anything to do with him.

"At some point, don't you think you need to give it up, Jack? Find a nice Elf or snow dryad, and move on."

Picturing Erika's violet eyes, her sparkling snowflake laugh, Jack shook his head. "Never. I'll never give up on her."

Twinkle shook his head. "Well, you're persistent. I'll give you that much. But you've got to do something really different if you want her to even talk to you, Jack."

"This time will be different. She won't see me coming." At least, he hoped not.

Twinkle didn't seem to hear him. "Last time she chased you off with a snow beast."

"And if you recall, Ice is now my pet," Jack reminded him, whistling for the creature. The shaggy, white beast bounded around a snowdrift, a lot like a Tibetan Mastiff. Ice just happened to be much bigger. With even more drool.

Ice panted, waiting for his master's command. Jack pointed at the snow and a giant bone crystallized. With a flick of a finger, he sent it soaring over the mountains and smack into the queen's courtyard. "Fetch!"

Ice's bark reverberated off the actual ice and into the vast permafrost, carrying the sound for miles. Snow flew behind him as he bounded toward his new toy, much of it landing on Twinkle. The Elf grunted in disgust, clapping his hands to magically clean off the powder.

"Oops," Jack smirked, pointed once again toward the palace. "Looks like I gotta go get my dog."

Twinkle slapped his forehead. "Oh, brother."

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. 

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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 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!