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martes, 12 de diciembre de 2017

Santa wants to give you a ride



Oh, the cheeky side of Christmas :-D



MY OPINION

Santa wants to give you a ride

Never a misunderstanding has been so scorching hot!

What happens when Nick meets his client and falls head-over-heels in lust? Rule-breaking, dirty-talking, breathtaking passion that kicks Holly's reservations to the curb. This Christmas-drenched novella is full of smutty insta-love that had me cracking with all the Santa jokes and dirty innuendos that the tattoed, rugged Nick shoots out of his sinful mouth in all directions.

Nick and Holly set fire to every page from their fist encounter, through their little heartbreak until they jingle their naughty way to a truly festive happy ending.

I wish they had an extra epilogue with more manly candy cane and lots of sweet babies in Xmas clothing :-D






My firm has been hired to make sure Holly gets her biggest Christmas wish.
The rules are simple:

    Seduction and fantasy, and absolutely no sex.

    But, the moment I get a look at the delicious redhead all rules go out the window faster
than Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night.

    I shouldn’t touch her, but it is the season of giving, after all.


And I really want to give Holly a night we both will never forget.

    The problem is, once she wraps that sweet little tongue on my candy cane,


I want much more than just one night.

Warning:
Welcome to Jenika and Jordan’s Hot-Bite Christmas where the packages are big,
the stockings are definitely hung, and snow isn’t the only thing that gets plowed.
We’ve decided you’ve been good this year, so pull up a chair and enjoy a quick,
dirty little cup of Christmas Cheer.


ENJOY AN EXCERPT


Holly

If I hear one more Christmas carol, I’m going to hurl. That’s it. I hate this time of year. It’s cold,
it’s miserable, and people are just plain rude. I tried Christmas shopping today—I really did.
Fifteen minutes in the store with holiday music playing in the background, people pushing and
shoving, getting mowed down by shopping carts, and I was done.

Which is why I’m limping on the sidewalk, with not one shopping bag to show for my trouble.
Some woman inside the department store ran into me with her cart. She didn’t apologize; she
just huffed, like I was the one who caused the accident.

I find a bench close to the park and sit down to inspect the damage. I bend down to look at the
back of my leg and wince at what I see. My stocking is torn and there are these gigantic runs
in the nylon going up my leg. The heel of my foot is bloody and has been ripped open at the
exact spot the back of my Jimmy Choos slide against. My favorite pair of heels didn’t exactly
escape hell either. They’re scuffed and have serious damage. If I had it to do over I wouldn’t
have walked away. I would have given that lady a dirty look and thrown my shoe at her before
giving her the finger.

“Looks like you’ve been trampled by Santa’s reindeers,” a deep voice says to my right. I turn
and look at him and everything in me stills. Chills run down my back and the voice seems to
vibrate in the very center of me, sending instant awareness through me and making my body
hum with need. Which is unusual for two reasons. One, I’ve been on a break from relationship
s and men in general for the last five years. My last breakup was not good—so not good that
the thought of trusting another male scares the hell out of me. The last and most obvious
reason is the one that takes precedence, however. I don’t know this man. I don’t know him at
all and worse… He’s wearing a Santa outfit.

Great, I’ve reeled in a nut job.

“Do I know you?” I sound like a cranky old bitch right now, but I’m not in the mood for some guy
dressed up to try and get me in the holiday spirit, not matter how good looking he is.

“I’m Santa, can’t you tell?” he says, drolly.

I rest my back against the bench and look at the stranger, feeling my eyebrows lift up in
sarcastic disbelief. Yeah, he’s wearing a Santa suit, a cheesy red one that looks like it’s made
out of crushed velvet and that’s trimmed in white fake fur. I suppose that’s not strange; ‘tis the
season and all that. What doesn’t fit the part, however, is when he yanks off the beard and hat
and pulls off the white gloves, I can see that his large, masculine hands are covered in ink.

I draw my attention back to his face. Now that the fake beard is gone I see he’s sporting a black
beard with a bit of gray sprinkled in. Dark, almost obsidian eyes stare down at me. They look
intense, mocking and yet at the same time somehow bored with life. He pulls out a cigarette and
then lights it, cupping his hand against the cool New York wind.

“I don’t think Santa is supposed to smoke,” I tell him.

“Sweetheart, Santa does a lot he’s not supposed to do,” he smirks and something about that
look on his face makes my body heat.

“Whatever. You should make sure your boss doesn’t see you do that,” I mutter, annoyed because
he’s making my traitorous body react when it shouldn’t.

“Santa has no boss.”

“God, can you drop the act? I’ve about had it with Christmas and the last thing I want to do is
hear you tell me how you spend your days on the North Pole playing with your reindeer,” I
huff.

“I make the elves stroke my reindeer horns actually,” he smirks. “What’s got your panties in a
twist?”

“You mean besides being mowed over by a woman with a cart and ruining a pair of pantyhose
and my favorite pair of heels?”

“Who was she? I’ll put her on the naughty list,” he asks and at this point I just shake my head.

Who is this guy?   

“Will you give it a… What are you doing?” I feel my eyes grow big as I watch him get down on
his haunches in front of me.

“I thought that was rather obvious. I’m checking your injury out,” he murmurs, ignoring my
protest and pulling my leg up into his lap—despite me trying to pull it away.

I brace myself on the bench, because if I don’t, I’m going to end up falling to the ground. I try to
kick at him, but he holds my leg firmly, not allowing the movement.

“Will you stop? I don’t know you! And besides that, this dress is too short. You’ll have me
flashing half of New York.” My voice has risen by this point.

“Stop being dramatic. My body is completely blocking you.” He dismisses my objection and
then he looks at me—really looks at me. His eyes bore into mine, and his hand on my leg
becomes tighter, almost punishing in his hold. “Are you wearing panties?” he asks.

My body jerks in reaction. I should be repulsed. In fact, I should be panicking that a man I don’t
know, a man dressed in a Santa suit, with a cigarette trapped between his lips and his
big—huge really—ink-covered hand wrapped around my leg, is asking me if I’m wearing
panties. What I should not be is turned on. And, if my damp panties are any indication…
I am definitely turned on.   

“You did not just ask that!” I cry out, desperately trying to pull away from him. I can’t be turned
on by a stranger—a very weird, sexy as sin stranger. I cannot be talking about my panties with
said stranger and most of all, I can’t spread my legs a little wider for him.

“Black… nice,” he says almost to himself, obviously having looked at my panties. I’m not sure
how much he can see because of my pantyhose, but despite it all I feel my face heat, even
though the air has a wintery chill to it. “Damn, honey, I’d say the shopping cart won your war,”
he mumbles around his cigarette, yet somehow managing to make each word clear.

“Will you let go of my leg please?” I growl out, unable to pull away from his firm grip. I’m thinking
that what I thought might be padding to fill out the Santa suit is actually just plain muscle. If his
hands are anything to go by, he’s huge.

What is it they say about large hands again?

I squirm uncomfortably. I really shouldn’t be thinking about that at all.  

ABOUT THE MASTERMINDS

Jordan Marie

A QUIRKY WRITER GOING WHERE THE VOICES TAKE HER.
USA Today Best Selling Author Jordan Marie, is just a simple small town country girl who is
haunted by Alpha Men who talk in her head 24 hours a day.

She currently has 14 books out including 2 that she wrote under the pen name Baylee Rose.

She likes to create a book that takes you on an emotional journey whether tears, laughter
(or both) or just steamy hot fun (or all 3). She loves to connect with readers and interacting with
them through social media, signings or even old fashioned email.



Jenika Snow

Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their
two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.





Enjoy the Christmas spirit, book buddies :-)

lunes, 11 de diciembre de 2017

This Santa can have me on his lap anytime


You know it's Christmas when these lovely season romances start popping up :-) And here is one of my favourite authors with a cute novella to warm up both your heart and your body.


MY OPINION

A lovely romance warmed up by all the Christmas spirit.

I got really excited when this cute Xmas present came up ready to cheer me up at this time of year. Hot chocolate, romantic gestures, an age-gap relationship, and a couple of little friends who concoct a genius plan to play Cupid with the people they love.

I adored the scheming boys who plan this matchmaking adventure on the first chapter. From then on, it's fiery chemistry than ensnares David and Harley into baking cookies together and other hotter things that involve no tools or clothes :-D

Somewhat cheeky, yet always super sweet, this little treat is perfect to sate your appetite for Christmas warmth, family, and romantic bliss. 

The Santa Trap

A Holliday Novella
Fiona Davenport
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
*Standalone*

*Available on Kindle Unlimited*

BLURB:
A hot, single dad. 
Plus a sweet & sexy baker. 
Brought together by two mischievous boys with a plan that leads to a ho-ho-ho-happily ever after. 
The holidays have never been so romantic. 

And for a limited time, you get an extra holiday story read as a bonus...The One I Want for Christmas!




ENJOY AN EXCERPT

“Finally,” I sighed when it hit the top of the hour. I clocked out and said my goodbyes as I raced towards the door. I had time to spare until I had to pick Tyler up from school, but I was hoping that I might bump into David while I was waiting.
With that goal in mind, I pulled into the parking lot and snagged a spot up front. Since there were only a few other cars there, I took the extra time that I had to flip down my visor and apply an extra swipe of mascara and lip gloss. I wasn’t one for a lot of makeup, but I wanted to look my best—and a little older than usual so David didn’t think of me as just Tyler’s big sister.
“Too bad this is about as good as it’s going to get,” I muttered to myself as I climbed out of my car and spotted David standing on the sidewalk near the front doors. I felt butterflies in my stomach just looking at him. At six foot two, with a lean, muscular frame and dark, wavy hair paired with piercing brown eyes; he put tall, dark, and handsome to shame. Dressed in a gray suit and a black wool overcoat that fit him perfectly, he was so out of my league. But it didn’t seem like he agreed, not with the way his eyes lit up when they zeroed in on me and swept down my body. Those butterflies swarmed so much that I felt like I might puke.
“Keep it together, girl,” I mumbled to myself as I stepped over the curb and walked over to him.
“Harley.” His raspy greeting sent goosebumps down my spine, and they only multiplied when he slid his palm from my elbow to my wrist and tugged me close enough to press his lips against my cheek.
“Hey,” I breathed. I couldn’t get any other words out since I was trying hard not to squeal like a little girl. Then I caught the glare one of the perfectly put together moms was sending my way, and I frowned up at David. “I think someone’s trying to get your attention. Either that or she thinks she’s the female version of Cyclops and she’s going to kill me with her laser beam eyes for standing too close to you.”
“An X-Men reference?” I nodded and shrugged with a grin. “Could you be any more fucking perfect?”

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ABOUT THE MASTERMIND FIONA DAVENPORT    

Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I'm a smutoholic. I've been reading raunchy romance novels since... well, forever and a day ago it seems. And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret alias, which is kind of awesome since I've always wanted one.

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS! :-)