Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~27

Welcome to Day 27 of Winter’s Favorites.
I have the wonderful Cari Quinn on the blog today.
Big thanks to Kelly for having me here today!
My favorite thing about winter has to be that first pristine snowfall, when everything looks so beautiful and fresh and clean outside. For some reason snow insulates to the point that everything seems hushed. It’s almost as if you can hear each individual snowflake hit the ground. I love the way the trees glisten and sparkle with the flakes and how if you look up at a streetlight, the snow crystals seem trapped in the glow. Although where I live in central NY – snow capital of medium-sized cities in the United States – we get many, many snowfalls a year. So many that I soon get tired of all the white stuff. Still that first one is amazing!
What about you? Do you love snow? How about driving in it? Someday I’ll get a big rugged Chevy Silverado truck and it won’t bother me to drive it in anymore.
Leave a comment telling me your feelings about snow, love it or hate it, and you’ll be entered to win your choice of ebooks from my backlist (including my new m/m/f holiday release, UNWRAPPED!)
Visit Cari Quinn at www.cariquinn.com
To enter for a chance to win an E-book copy of Unwrapped. Please leave Cari a comment, tell her what you love or hate about snow, then head over to the MAIN Winter’s Favorite page (<< — Click link) to enter the giveaway.

Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~26

Welcome to Day 26 of Winter’s Favorites.
We have two very special ladies on the blog today.
 The wonderful team of Gayle Donnelly and Robyn Mackenzie 
(aka Donnelly Mackenzie)
Mitch Miller and Pecans!!
When Kelly asked me to write something about my favorite thing during Christmas, my mind immediately went to Mitch Miller and pecans.
OK.  I know I need to explain because one doesn’t normally think of those two subjects together so here goes……
When I was little, every day after Thanksgiving, my mother would wake us all up with Mitch Miller blaring over the stereo system (and yes, I mean a literal stereo with a turntable and everything!)  For those of you that don’t know who Mitch Miller is, go to iTunes and listen up.  It is one of the BESTEST Christmas albums I have EVER heard!
Anyway, it was tradition to wake up early, eat breakfast, and then spend the day decorating the house for Christmas.  Now one thing about my mother is….she is the Queen of Christmas!  Her living room looks like something that should be in Southern Living and every year, it gets even better.  The ornaments were handmade goose, chicken, and ostrich eggs, cut out and decorated like you wouldn’t believe.  Here is a photo of one that has survived all these years:
Anyway (again), that day was always one of my favorites.  We would flit around the house, decorating and singing Christmas songs.  I never really liked Barbara Streisand but her Christmas album rocks as well.
Now, to the pecans.  My mother makes the BEST pecan balls on the face of the earth.  I can remember coming home from school, going straight to the pantry, grabbing a Christmas tin and eating as many as I could (yes, I was young and skinny and could do this type of crap!)  They would melt in your mouth and the more powdered sugar, the better!! 
Now, I make the same cookies with my daughters and they have a blast using the chopper on the fresh pecans they get from my in-law’s lake house.  It’s now their job to roll the dough and then cover with sugar while they’re still warm from the oven.  The pecan balls are always the first cookie to be eaten up till they’re all gone.
If you are interested in making and tasting the BESTEST pecan ball EVER…..here is the recipe:
Pecan Balls
1 C Butter
1/2 C sifted powdered sugar
2 tsp Vanilla
1 1/2 C flour
1/8 tsp salt
2 C pecans – chopped
Bowl of powdered sugar on the side
Preheat oven to 325
Cream butter, sugar, and vanilla
Sift flour and salt into mixture
Add nuts
Roll into small balls
Bake for 20 minutes
Let cool and roll in powdered sugar
Thanks to Kelly and to all of you and I wish you and your families peace and happiness during this holiday time!
If you liked anything in this post, PLEASE comment for a chance to win a copy of Infinite Betrayal ~ Book 1 of the Infinity Series – recently nominated by Romantic Times as one of the Best Indie Paranormal Romance Novels of 2012!!

To enter for a chance to win an E-book copy of Infinite Betrayal. Please leave Donnelly Mackenzie a comment, tell them you favorite holiday treat, then head over to the MAIN Winter’s Favorite page (<< — Click link) to enter the giveaway.

Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~25

Merry Christmas!!!!!!!
Welcome to Day 25 of Winter’s Favorites.
Today on the blog we have one of the FUNNIEST authors I have had the pleasure of getting to know, Darynda Jones.
We also have the very talented m/m author Lee Brazil!!!
I will step aside and let them have the floor.
D, you are up first:
My Favorite Thing about Winter
If I were Lorelei Gilmore from the Gilmore Girls, I could smell my favorite thing about winter before it even arrived. Any Gilmore fan would know from that clue that it’s snow. Living in the Southwest, I don’t get to see a lot of snow, which could explain my love. But to me there is nothing more elegant or surreal as a snow falling softly on a blue-gray day.
As much as I love snow, I am certain that hot chocolate started it all. It was a process, really. A series of events that makes me associate snow with all things warm and wonderful. When I was five, I remember sitting in my father’s lap by the fireplace while the snow was falling outside, our living room adrift with the scent of burning wood. My brothers and I had cut wire hangers and were stuffing marshmallows onto them to roast in the fire while an animated Christmas tale was playing on the television. My father had to help me with my marshmallows. They would catch fire and I would squeal and run away until he blew it out. But he always saved the gooey remains for me. I remember his hands, strong and loving and safe. The highlight of the evening, the piece de resistance, came later when my mother brought over hot chocolate, thick and smooth and warm.
That evening, as I sat wrapped in my father’s arms, I ate roasted marshmallows and drank hot chocolate while watching the snow fall outside. And the world was a perfect place. Later, after everyone went to bed, I snuck to my bedroom window to watch the snow fall some more, but it had stopped. In its place was a crisp, blue night and a fresh blanket of white. But the most amazing thing about the snow was how it sparkled in the moonlight. Thousands of tiny lights shimmered on the ground and in the trees. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
My father died shortly after, but I have never forgotten his hands or the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. I have never forgotten the way the burning wood smelled that night, or the taste of those roasted marshmallows. And I have never forgotten the way the snow sparkled with promise and shimmered with hope.
So, yeah, snow. That’s my favorite thing about winter. 

Lee Brazil please tell us your favorite thing about winter: 

My Favorite Cocoa
Hi, thanks for having me here at Books-n-Kisses!  *blows kisses* I’m Lee Brazil, author of m/m romance from Breathless Press and member of the Story Orgy. I’m here today to do some promotional stuff for Story Orgy’s anthology from Breathless Press, Word Play.
By that, *sips coffee* I mean I’m going to talk about my favorite cocoa recipe and leave you with a few blurbs for the stories in the anthology.
When I was a kid, we lived in a scattering of states where snow was common and cold lasted from October through April. We didn’t let snow and cold keep us from playing outside, and my parents sure didn’t let it keep us from doing chores outside.
There’s nothing quite like taking out the trash when you have to put on your boots and coat and gloves and wade through two feet of snow to pout the bags in the outdoor cans. Frozen metal cans, that is. The chill seeps through any number of layers of gloves.
 You don’t know what cold is until you’ve shoveled a quarter mile driveway.
My mom had a cure for that. She made the cold disappear with homemade hot chocolate. I’m not sure if there was instant cocoa available back then- but I know my mom didn’t use it. We’d come back in form shoveling and there’d be a pot on the stove bubbling away, chasing away cold with a warm rush of chocolate scent that seeped into your bones before you took the first sip.
Here’s that recipe.
Cocoa
1/3 cup of cocoa powder (unsweetened)
½ cup of sugar ( use more if you like it sweeter)
1 pinch of salt
1/3 cup of boiling water
4 cups of milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
Combine the dry ingredients in a sauce pan and mix well. Whisk in boiling water. Bring to a boil . Simmer and stir for two minutes.
Add milk. Heat, but do not allow to boil. 
Stir in vanilla.
Divide into four mugs. Top with whip cream or mini marshmallows.
And here’s how we serve it today at our house…
This is sometimes called a Snowplow. 
To 8 oz of cocoa, ad 1 oz of Bailey’s Irish crème, 1 oz of Malibu rum, ½ oz crème de cacao, and a dash of cinnamon. 
You can top that with whip cream too if you want…
Whichever you like, cocoa is a certain favorite in this winter holiday season! 
Happy Holidays to all of you!
Word Play
By
Story Orgy
I’m thinking that all of us will at one time or another need each others blurbs for Word Play – especially on my new handy dandy page I created on my blog!  *heads desk giggling*
So maybe we should post them all here?
Havan Fellows
Harlan’s Ryde
Ryder made a mistake Harlan can’t forgive.  Will Ryder cross a line no man should cross to obtain a second chance?
Ryder Halloway made a life changing decision about his relationship with Harlan when he was young and stupid.  Thanks to one rash moment, he lost it all.  He lost the only man he would ever love, his drive to even try to finish college and his zest for life.
Seven years later finds him in front of Harlan’s house preparing to take back what he lost with a vengeance.    He’s prepared to use all the tricks in his arsenal to plow through every wall, protest and excuse Harlan might come up with.
Of course, he never expected Harlan to put him in the hospital …
Harlan Mychels had his heart broken in college by the popular Ryder.  He learned his lesson about love and since then hasn’t allowed anyone even remotely close to his heart.  Then one morning he turns and sees the one person able to tear his walls down and destroy what is left of it.
He uses every defensive tactic in his possession to keep Ryder at arm’s length, but Ryder is persistent.  Harlan’s not sure if he can stay safe from heartache … and he starts wondering what the real heartache is – letting Ryder in again … or letting him go for good.
Em Woods
Harper’s Discovery
When Harper finally sees the light and dumps his cheating boyfriend, can Pitt convince Harper to trust him enough to let it all go?
When Harper Evans discovers his boyfriend in yet another bar with yet another Joe, he makes the final break and kicks him out. More relieved than heart-broke, Harper turns his attention to the letter burning a hole in his pocket that could mean a fresh start across the country.
Pitt Mullen has been looking for just such an opportunity and pounces on it – and Harper – when it shows up. But not everything is as it appears. When Pitt gets a late night call and rushes to another, will Harper understand or cut his ties before he listens to the truth? 
Hank Edwards
Wicked Reflection
A sexy, bad boy neighbor, a handsome detective investigating an unsolved murder, and ghostly warnings help Kirk uncover the deadly secret within his new house.
Kirk Stanford’s realtor never mentioned certain features of his new home during the walk through, such as mysterious rooms and brutal secrets. All Kirk knows is he has a lot of unpacking to do and a handsome, bad boy neighbor seems to have taken an interest in him.
But then the warnings begin to appear, written in steam on the bathroom mirror. At first, Kirk dismisses the messages, but when a prowler attempts to break into his house, and a handsome private detective shows up asking questions about the murder, Kirk realizes how much danger he is in. He’s invested too much money in his new house to just walk away, so his only choice now is to figure out for himself who the murderer is and what he still wants out of his house.
Dark secrets come to light and Kirk is forced to put his trust in a supernatural presence as he fights to survive.
Lee Brazil
The Park at Sunrise
First they were three, now there are two.
Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?
For years the three of them had been inseparable, first as friends, then lovers. It’s been ten years since they parted for what was supposed to be a year apart to pursue their dreams.   This isn’t the reunion they planned then.  It’s nine years too late for one thing, and they are one man short for another.
In the years since Paul’s death, Morgan hasn’t exactly been waiting for Jason to reach out to him.    He’s been too busy trying to forget, to move on.  Until Jason sends the right message. Is the painting just an excuse to see his ex again? 
JR Boyd
Off the Beaten Path
 Best Friends and landscaping entrepreneurs, Mitch Sterling and Colby Merritt, enjoy their comradeship. Can scouting country roads for business opportunities unveil a lifetime of passion?
 Best friends, Mitch Sterling and Colby Merritt have spent their whole lives together in a small town in the Hill Country of Texas. At twenty-four, the two entrepreneurs run a small landscaping company. Mitch works out in the field, leading the landscaping crews and getting his hands dirty. Colby uses his college education to handle the business aspect of the company from their office.
Outside work, the two can always be found together. A Saturday morning drive leads them to a dirt road that neither has ever traveled. With the help of a few beers, the hot Texas sun, and a secluded country pond, Mitch and Colby find themselves exploring new territory Off the Beaten Path.
To enter for a chance to win a signed copy of First Grave on the Left by Darynda or one of Lee’s backlist books.  Please leave Darynda & Lee a comment, tell them your favorite way to drink Hot Chocolate. then head over to the MAIN Winter’s Favorite page (<< — Click link) to enter the giveaway.

Rebecca Zanetti’s Series

Fated
Dark Protectors–Book One
Marry Me
Cara Paulson does not give up easily.  A scientist and a single mother, she’s used to fighting for whatever she wants, keeping a cool head, and doing whatever it takes to protect her daughter Janie.  But “whatever it takes” has never before included a shotgun wedding to a dangerous looking stranger with an attitude problem…
Or Else
Sure, the mysterious Talen says he’s there to protect Cara and Janie.  He also says that he’s a three-hundred-year-old vampire.  Of course, the way he touches her, Cara might actually believe he’s had that long to practice…
ISBN-10:0758259239
ISBN-13: 978-0758259233
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CLAIMED
Dark Protectors–Book 2
A DARING RESCUE
Emma Paulsen is a geneticist driven by science.  But she’s also a psychic, so when a dark, good-hearted vampire frees her from the clutches of the evil Kurjans, she realizes he must be the man who’s been haunting her dreams.  But with a virus threatening vampire mates, Emma may discover a whole new meaning of “lovesick”…
A DEADLY DECISION
As King of the Realm, Dage Kayrs has learned to practice diplomacy.  Still, it’s taken three hundred years to find his mate, so he’ll stop at nothing to protect her–even if it means turning his back on his own kind…
ISBN-10:0758259255
ISBN-13: 978-0758259257
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TEMPTED
Dark Protectors– Novella 2.5
TEMPTED is an e-novella–available for download on March 27, 2012.  Available for preorder price of .99 cents now…no guarantee this price will last.  
CONSTANT DANGER
On the run from a mental institution and her vindictive half-brother, it’s safe to say that Sarah Pringle’s happy life as a schoolteacher is on hold. Too bad that as far as self-defense goes, “run and hide” is the best she’s got. And with the monsters that started her escape hot on her heels, that’s not going to cut it for long…
INSTANT LUST
That is, unless Sarah has a bigger, badder, hotter monster on her side. Max Petrovsky is right at the top of the list of alpha male ass-kickers. And he knows exactly what Sarah’s up against. Good thing, because the minute he sees her something primal kicks in, turning everyday attraction into red-hot desire. As long as they’re cooperating, why not mix some pleasure with business? Of course, Max should probably tell Sarah he’s a vampire himself…
HUNTED
Dark Protectors–Book 3
Ready or Not
Moira Dunne is a witch–the quantum physics kind.  Time and space are her playthings.  Which might explain why her one-night stand from a hundred years ago has turned up to “claim” her–and request her family’s assistance with the war he’s brewing.  But the more she learns about Connlan Kayrs, the more she comes to think this is normal behavior for him…
There’s Nowhere to Hide
When Conn and Moira tumbled on the moonlit grass, Conn hadn’t meant to mark her for his mate for all time.  She was only twenty!  But it wasn’t easy to wait for her.  It was even harder to forgether.  So when he finally returns for his wicked-hot witch, he’s ready to let the sparks fly.  Even if he burns up in flames…
Pre Order Here: 
ISBN-10:0758259271 
ISBN-13: 978-0758259271
    Book 4 Untitled
    Book 4 is about Katie and Jordan’s story.  It doesn’t have a title yet, or a release date…but I think I may have good news there soon.  There may not be the long wait between books three and four…  
    Here are the first couple paragraphs of chapter 1:
    Katie Smith smelled him before she saw him.  His natural scent of cinnamon and oak mixed with an edge of anger, choking the oxygen from the room.  She shut the door to her apartment, schooled her face and turned toward the threat.  “Hello, Jordan.  Forget how to knock?”
    His rangy body sprawled in the leather chair she and her roommate, Maggie, had spent three days haggling for.  He raised an eyebrow, arrogant and pissed.  “I sent orders for you to move to Realm Headquarters.” 
    Learn more about Rebecca here

    Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~24

    Welcome to Day 24 of Winter’s Favorites.
    I am pleased to welcome Dianne Hartsock back to the blog.
    Dianne, has written a special Christmas story just for Shelton and she is sharing it with us today..
    Merry Christmas, Shelton
    “Hush, love. Slower. We have to make this last.”
                Shelton drew a ragged breath and tried to calm a body driven wild with passion. Nevil pushed deeper inside him and pleasure sent his mind reeling. A tingle began in his fingers and raced along his nerves, all his energy gathering in his balls and the erection being stroked by Nevil’s skillful hands.
                He blinked, distracted by the Christmas lights flashing in his eyes and over Nevil’s beautiful face above him. He lost control then, his body demanding release.
                “I can’t…” he warned even as his penis jerked in Nevil’s hands. Nevil gripped Shelton’s hips and thrust madly into him, catching up and sending them both into heaven.
    *  *  *  *
    Shelton rested his chin on his hand as he watched the snow come down harder outside the window. It had begun to stick to the sidewalks. The roads would be next.
    “Any news?”
    Shelton glanced across the table at the young man opposite him then back to the text message on his phone. “The airport’s still open, but they’re worried about ice. Nevil’s plane doesn’t land for another hour and might be diverted. Damn this snow.”
    “It’s Christmas Eve. They don’t dare close the airport.”
    “From your lips to…”
    “Anything else, sir?”
                Shelton looked up into pale blue eyes, clear and earnest as they met his. Men shouldn’t be allowed such pretty eyes, especially surrounded by soft layers of dark hair cut in a bob at the chin.
                “I’m fine, Eran,” he said, reading the man’s name tag. “Paul?”
                Paul gave the waiter his most gorgeous smile. “Can I have another espresso?” They both reached for his empty cup and Eran pulled his hand back as if stung. Color flooded his cheeks and he murmured an apology and hastened across the room, retreating behind the counter.
                Shelton dragged his attention from the snow piling up outside to study his companion’s face. “Why don’t you ask him out?”
                “What?”
                “Don’t play innocent! You’ve been inviting me here after work for the last two weeks, then ignore me whenever you catch a glimpse of the beautiful Eran.”
                “Sorry, dear. Feeling neglected?”
                Shelton snorted. “Save your lines for Eran. But Nevil’s coming home and I won’t be able to play chaperone anymore.”
                Paul’s hazel eyes widened at a sudden thought. “I bet he thinks we’re dating. Shit.”
                Shelton felt the heat in his face. “He does not.”
    A smile curled Paul’s lips. Shelton wasn’t sure he liked the teasing gleam in the green eyes. “Shelton, you’re delicious. If I hadn’t sworn off older men I’d definitely be attracted. Eran must be playing it cool because he thinks I’m with you.”
                “I could leave,” Shelton said hopefully, then realized he was talking to himself as Eran approached with Paul’s coffee. The young man gracefully skirted the crowded tables, slim in dark jeans and tee-shirt and the green apron tied around his hips.
                Paul seemed mesmerized as he took the drink from Eran. Eran nodded at his murmured thanks and lingered to wipe the edge of their table with a rag. Shelton kicked Paul in the shins.
                “Owe. I mean, I’m Paul.” Paul held out his hand. Eran colored slightly as he shook it.
                “This is my co-worker, Shelton,’ Paul continued, waving in Shelton’s direction. “I’m keeping him company while his lover’s out of town on business.”
                He hastened to explain as Shelton laughed and Eran raised a brow. “I mean, we’re just friends. If you were wondering,” he added lamely.
                A smile touched Eran’s face and he tucked a strand of Paul’s brown hair behind an ear. “In that case, I’m off work in five minutes, if you want to meet me out front.”
                Paul gaped at him and Eran’s smile widened, showing even white teeth. Shelton saw the flick of a pink tongue before he left them. Paul turned his wide hazel eyes on Shelton. “Did you hear him? Was I dreaming?”
                “Merry Christmas. Now go on. You don’t want to keep him waiting.” He waved Paul away as he hesitated. “I can catch a cab when I’m ready to go.”
                “Thanks.” Paul grabbed up his coat and surprised Shelton with a kiss on the cheek as he hurried off.
                Shelton put a hand on his cheek and remembered other, more exciting lips that had burned along his jaw and burrowed against his throat.
                “I don’t want you to go,” he’d murmured and held Nevil’s naked body closer in his arms.
                “I don’t want to go, either. But I’ll be back for Christmas. Now kiss me goodbye. And don’t forget to water the Christmas tree while I’m gone.”
                They’d lingered over a kiss, then Nevil untangled from him, giving Shelton’s spent cock a last gentle squeeze before climbing to his feet. Shelton watched the play of colored lights on Nevil’s body as he dressed, already lonely for him.
                Shelton blinked away the memory and looked at his phone. Still another twenty minutes before Nevil’s plane landed. He watched the snow thicken outside the window and said a silent prayer for everyone traveling that night. God, he just wanted Nevil home safely.
                He jumped when a snow covered coat was thrown onto an empty chair and he raised his face to meet turquoise eyes full of fire.
                “Nevil?” he whispered and hastily cleared his throat.
                For answer Nevil pulled Shelton up into his embrace. Shelton met his hungry lips with his own seeking tongue, needing to taste and touch and smell his lover.
                “How?” he managed between searing kisses.
                Nevil smiled into Shelton’s eyes. “I heard the weather report and managed to catch an earlier flight. Merry Christmas, love.”
                “It is, now,” Shelton assured him, holding the love of his life safe in his arms. He knew the words were terribly corny, but he meant them with all his heart.
                “Let’s go home,” Nevil whispered in his ear. “I want to unwrap you.”
                Shelton couldn’t speak; only hold Nevil’s hand as they walked out into the beautiful Christmas Eve snow together.
    Dianne Hartsock
    Shelton in Love
    Shelton is falling hard for his best friend and roommate, finding Nevil’s dark good looks and moments of gentleness almost impossible to resist. But Nevil is more interested in affairs of the body than the heart. As Shelton’s desire for the man grows, he wonders if he can change Nevil’s mind. But does he even want to? Nevil might not stay, once he learns Shelton’s secret, and then his loneliness would be complete.
    Shelton’s Promise
    Shelton has a gift he’s eager to give to Nevil. At a party, Nevil flirts with one man after another, keeping Shelton on his toes. Then Percy, an ex, shows up to complicate things. Despite his best efforts, Shelton can’t find the right moment to give Nevil his gift. Will Nevil ever let Shelton get close to him, or will Shelton have to keep the gift in his pocket all evening?
    Shelton’s Choice
    After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered the promotion at the bank he’s been working towards. Unfortunately, it’s in another state and Nevil doesn’t want to move. As tension mounts between them, Shelton is given another challenge in the form of a besotted co-worker. Torn between desires, Shelton has to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of his hands.
    To enter for a chance to win an E-book copy of either Shelton in Love or Shelton’s Promise. Please leave Dianne a comment, tell her a your most memorable holiday travel, then head over to the MAIN Winter’s Favorite page (<< — Click link) to enter the giveaway.

    Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~23

    Welcome to Day 23 of Winter’s Favorites.
    I have another of my ALL-TIME Favorite authors on the blog today. 
    Please welcome the so beyond nice Jennifer Lyon.


    For the Gifts From the Heart
    A Lesson From my Children
    By Jennifer Lyon
         One of my favorite times of year is Christmas, once all the gift shopping is done.
         Gift shopping makes me really anxious as I constantly worry, fret and second guess myself. What’s ironic about that is the people on my list—my family—are pretty easy to buy for and never complain. Yet I always get that same anxiety.
         But once the shopping is done, I turn to something I love. Holiday baking. Growing up, my mom didn’t bake. But my sister-in-law did, and one year, she gave us a Christmas tin full of things she’d baked.
         I was amazed. I can still vividly remember seeing all the fudge and candies in their own little paper cups tucked into a pretty red Christmas tin.
         So I began teaching myself how to bake. But something amazing happened along the way. The days would turn cold (okay, as cold as it gets in Southern California), rainy and it got dark early. So my very young boys were bored and I got them involved in the baking. They loved it!

    But we ended up with a lot of baked goods. So we decided to give some of the cookies and candies to the neighbors. The kids and I scoured the stores for packaging, either boxes or tins, that we could afford.

    My kids were delighted. They loved this and it became a tradition in our neighborhood. Every year my sons couldn’t wait to get started on the baking. We would plan and shop and even had a few disasters along the way. On the evening we planned to deliver the baked goods, they were so excited they would barely eat their dinner. Almost as excited as they were Christmas morning.

    They delivered those gifts with huge smiles as their dad and I watched. They learned the true joy of giving with your heart, and I learned it right along with them. And it was all quite by accident. I certainly wasn’t smart enough to plan this as a life lesson, but like many of the best things in life—it just happened.

    Each year, as fall gives away to colder weather and shorter days, and I start to feel anxious about Christmas, I remember what my kids taught me—giving with love is all that really counts.
    Wishing all of you warm, safe and happy holidays filled with the gift of love.


    To enter for a chance to win one of two sets of Night Magic & Sinful Magic from Jennifer Please leave Jennifer a comment, tell her what Christmas means to you, then head over to the MAIN Winter’s Favorite page (<< — Click link) to enter the giveaway.


    Guest blog with Malia Mallory


    Naughty Holiday Lyrics
    I’ve always been a huge fan of holiday music. My iTunes Christmas playlist has literally hundreds of songs. As soon as Thanksgiving passes, it’s open season on playing them non-stop until New Year’s Eve.
    This holiday season the music has been a different experience for me. I’ve been working hard on my writing and even published an erotic holiday novella. I think due to this, my frame of mind has been different. I’ve been stuck in a rather “adult” mode.
    This year a lyric like “Santa Claus Got Stuck in My Chimney” took on a whole new meaning for me. Suddenly many songs had hidden meanings like the adult jokes in a children’s animated movie. Never before had so many songs been so suggestive. “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus” or “It Must Have Been the Mistletoe” suddenly didn’t seem to represent a season primarily geared toward children.
    I’ve come to realize after a little thought, that there have always been songs with more adult themes. “Blue Christmas” definitely has an adult view with its description of a sad holiday breakup, something so many of us have experienced. And who can forget “Santa Baby,” a perennial favorite with a decidedly suggestive theme.
    Even though my outlook has been different, my enjoyment is still there. So thank you Elvis, Eartha Kitt, Ella Fitzgerald and all those great musicians who’ve brought us the classics we can all enjoy year after year. Have a wonderful holiday season and best wishes for the New Year!
    ***
    Malia Mallory is the author of The ABCs of Erotica (A-C available now) and Santa’s Backdoor Baby, a holiday novella. Her newest story, Mia’s Cop Craving, was released December 5.  All are available at major online retailers such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble and AllRomance Books. To receive a free copy of “B is for Beach” from The ABCs of Erotica, sign up for her newsletter at her website http://www.maliamallory.com.
    Holly is home for the holidays and working as Santa’s elf at the local mall. She’s embraced her sexuality and is looking for adventure. Will she find it with Jack, a fellow elf? Will Santa Nick fill her with the holiday spirit? In the end, she entices them both and learns the pleasures of taking on two men at once. (6500 words)
    This ebook contains graphic depictions of masturbation, oral sex, anal sex and double penetration with multiple partners. It is intended for persons 18+ only.

    Guest blog & Giveaway with Desiree Holt



    Want to win a prize? Just leave a comment. I’m giving away two prizes: a copy of the book you can read about here and a $25 Gift Certificate at Amazon. Two lucky folks will be chosen January 2. But ya gotta comment to win!!!

    Who says you’re too old for Santa Claus? I really don’t think there’s an age limit, is there? My favorite thing to do on Christ, beginning Christmas Eve, is something I only started about ten years ago. How many of you follow NORAD’s Santa Track?
    NORAD is an acronym for the North American Air Defense, the bi-national U.S.-Canadian military organization responsible for the aerospace and maritime defense of the United States and Canada.
    It all began in 1955 when a Sears store in Colorado Springs mistakenly printed the phone number for NORAD instead of Santa’s Hot Line. The Director of Operations at the time, Colonel Harry Shoup, decided technology could only improve tradition. He set his staff to checking the radar for indications of Santa making his way south from the North Pole. Children who called were given updates on his location, and a tradition was born.
    Now each year NORAD now puts the Santa Track on the Internet. Millions of people who want to know Santa’s whereabouts can visit the NORAD Tracks Santa website. NORAD uses four high-tech systems to track Santa – radar, satellites, Santa cams and fighter jets.
    Want to track Santa? I know I do. It’s become a tradition at our house. Just go to Google Earth and type Track Santa in the search box. Go on. It’s fun!

    And while you’re tracking Santa, have a cup of eggnog with rum liberally added and read about a great Christmas romance in HE CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR. One of the stories in  MADAME EVE’S 1 NIGHT STAND CHRISTMAS ANTHOLOGY from Decadent Publishing. Available from all your online bookstore as well as www.decadentpublishing.com

    Blurb:

    Cody Alvarez needed to find a wife by Christmas or he would lose the ranch his uncle left to him. Libby Morris just needed, for once in her life, to feel desired. Sensual. Appealing. Especially after an intense reshaping at a high-end spa. Invited to Christmas Week at the Castillo Lodge in Alaska by Madame Eve of 1Night Stand, Cody and Libby were not given the names of the partners chosen for them. As they were forced to wait until they learned who their one-night stands were, they discovered an incredible spark of chemistry and a connection stronger than either had experienced before. Would spending a very erotic night together ruin their arrangements or give them another option?
    Excerpt:
    “I’m not very good at this,” she said slowly.
    He squeezed her hand gently. “At eating dinner?”
    She shook her head, still not looking at him. “At…small talk. Dating. Things like this.” Her cheeks felt so hot she thought they must match her lipstick.
    “Libby?” Cody’s voice barely penetrated the fog of embarrassment. And he still had hold of her hand.  “Libby, look at me.”
    Reluctantly she raised her eyes.
    “I’m going to order us each another drink and then I’d be interested to find out why someone as beautiful and sexy as you has trouble in a social situation like this. Surely you must be beating the men off with a stick.”
    She made herself breath evenly. She might as well tell him. They’d never see each other again and maybe he could give her some moral support. Besides, he made her feel comfortable, something her assigned date night not do.
    The waiter cleared their dessert dishes, brought another glass of wine for her and bourbon on the rocks for Cody. He touched his glass to hers.
    “To us. Two people enjoying a nice dinner.”
    She laughed at that and swallowed some wine.
    “Now. Let’s have it. What’s got you skittish as a newborn calf?”
    “You’ll laugh at me.”
    He smiled. “Darlin’, the last thing I’ll do is laugh. I promise.”
    She took another gulp of wine. “Well, they say it’s easier to tell things to a stranger.”
    “Oh, but we’re not strangers,” he protested. “Are we? We spent all that time on the plane together, right? But Libby? It’s still all right to talk to me. Tell me.” 
    She drained her wine glass and held it out. “C-Could I have another drink? Please?”
    Cody laughed. “Yes, but then I’m cutting you off. I don’t want anyone to accuse me of getting you drunk and taking advantage of you.”
    Her breath caught in her throat. “I…You…”
    He signaled for the waiter then picked up her hand again. She wished he’d never drop it. It felt so good and secure.
    “Breathe,” he teased gently. “It’s okay. Just relax. If you don’t want to say anything you don’t have to. Really.”
    “I’ve been fat and frumpy and boring all my life,” she blurted out then wished she could dive under the table. When he didn’t say anything she made herself look up and saw him staring at her. “What?”
    He cleared his throat. “Libby. I have to say that those are three words I would never associate with you.”
    The waiter brought their drinks and she paused long enough to sip some of hers. “That’s because you didn’t know me. Even now I have a long ways to go.”
    “For what?” He sounded astonished.
    “For, you know. To look like everyone else.”
    “Why the hell would you want that? You’re perfect the way you are.”
    She snorted. “Oh, sure. That’s nice of you to say but you don’t have to be polite. I just spent two months at a spa to get to this point.” He hadn’t stopped staring at her. “That’s why I booked this thing through 1 Night Stand. A woman at the spa told me about them.” Her face heated again. “I wanted an exciting, erotic night like my girl friends talk about. An adventure. You know. Hot sex.”
    Oh, god, maybe the floor would just open up and swallow her.
    Cody downed his bourbon in two swallows and signaled the waiter for the check.
    “Finish your wine. We’re getting out of here.”

    Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~22

    Welcome to Day 21 of Winter’s Favorites.
    Today on the blog we have the super nice DC Juris.
    Hi there! ::waves:: I’m DC Juris, and I’ll be your guest blogger today! For those of you who are scratching your head at just who exactly I might be, I’m a transgender fella who writes gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and heterosexual romance, or, as I like to call it – hot smut!
    Anyone who is familiar with me knows I grew up in an abusive household. Consequently, holidays were pretty much a wash. Dad would spend all day Thanksgiving Day getting drunk and yelling at the turkey smoker in the yard. Christmas time I’d get hauled off to his mother’s house, where everyone hated everyone else, and you were next! Then there was the year dad, in a typical drunken rage, kicked mom and I out on Christmas Eve and we slept in the neighbor’s car. Yeah…Let’s just say I found the phrase bah, humbug more than a little fitting.
    Once I moved out on my own, I vowed to change all that. The first few years, I rebelled against the family by not going to Christmas dinner at all. They didn’t accept me anyhow, why should I bother? Then for a few years I went, but didn’t stay long. Said hi and bye to grandmother, and that was pretty much it. For a little while, I tried to make an effort. I cooked grand side dishes, festooned in colorful seasonal dishes with little Christmas trees or Santas on them. But nothing I did ever felt right.
    It wasn’t until I moved in with the love of my life that the holidays took on an actual meaning for me. He had two kids, so finally I could shop for someone, watch them open presents and see them delight in their gifts. He had warm, welcoming family. We went to his mother’s house and sat around a roaring fireplace, ate until we thought we’d burst, opened thoughtful gifts (not the usual socks and sweater I’d become accustomed to). The first year of putting up our very own Christmas tree was special, too. Hubby hadn’t really done much in the way of Christmas décor since his divorce, so we had to go buy a tree (a fake one – I’m allergic to the real thing) and all the stuff to go along with it.
    We also started a couple traditions of our own. Every year we search for a new elephant Christmas ornament. It’s not as easy as you might think – not every store has one. We’ve had to get really creative in finding them. This year, Hubby found one very early, at the first place he went to.
    A couple years ago, I did something else that drastically changed the face of Christmas: I stopped getting together with my mother. I know that sounds horrible, but if you know anything about me, you know our relationship was strained at best. My mother has a lot of issues she won’t get help for, and she spends most of her time either belittling me, rehashing her past, or praising my father (who mentally, physically, and sexually abused me). Breaking away from my mother at the holidays has made a world of difference. I’m no longer sick with stress the week up to and the week after. And I’ve found I don’t eat as much, so I don’t pack on the holiday pounds. Go figure!
    Hubby and I typically get a pizza now instead of cooking – both the kids are grown and moved out, so there’s no more hassling back and forth between their biological mother and our house, no driving out to the middle of nowhere at 9 o’clock at night to drop them off or pick them up. Nowadays, Christmas day is a lazy day, full of pizza, soda, and zombie movies on DVD.
    I guess the point of this post is that, though your holiday celebration may be a little unorthodox, you have to seize it and make it your own. No matter how crazy anyone thinks you are!
    Learn more about DC here

    To enter for a chance to win an E-book of DC’s back list. Please leave DC a comment, tell him what your planning on eating Christmas evening, then head over to the 
    MAIN Winter’s Favorite page (<< — Click link) to enter the giveaway.

    The Legend of Micheal only $1.99 (ebook)

    Legend of Michael 
    by Lisa Renee Jones
     * $1.99 * Amazon | nook | Sony 
    HE IS A LETHAL WEAPON…
    One of an army of human soldiers injected with alien DNA, Michael is a legend within this new race, split between good and evil. Untamable, he has walked on the dark side and returned to the light. Feared and misunderstood, he leaves everything behind, including the one woman destined to be his mate.
    HE IS HER ENEMY…AND HER DESTINY…
    Cassandra holds the key to Michael’s power, and his pain. With loyalties divided and against insurmountable odds, Cassandra’s heart propels her to Michael’s side-but can her love do anything but destroy him…

    To make it that much sweeter.  If you go buy (paper or ebook) send me email showing receipt and I will pick one person and they will get their choice of The Storm that is Sterling (bk 2) or The Danger that is Damian (bk3, released in May 2012)….  Email me at books.n.kisses(at)gmail(dot)com

    Guest blog with Liia White


    1Night Stand and Madame Evangeline. It’s such an exciting, intriguing concept that if a service like this really existed, it’d be worth millions!
    If you’re not familiar with the 1Night Stand series – check out the blog here. When I first heard about it from Rebecca Royce, I checked out the blog and detail sheet and instantly loved the idea. Then I read a few of the books and was completely hooked. The idea of someone who is either damaged, a professional with no idea how to get into the dating world, or someone who’s just lost in life, spending one hot night with a stranger was enticing enough. The two of them being perfect for each other is just
    What started out as an idea from Valerie Mann, Kate Richards & Olivia Starke has turned into a phenomenon with more than 50 books being written about Madame Evangeline and her matchmaking skills.
    When I tried my hand at writing a 1Night Stand story, I knew this was going to become a little obsession for myself. My first, One Hot Australian Night, was accepted and published on July 15th. A few weeks later, I received an email asking me to be a part of the 1Night Stand Holiday Anthology that Decadent were putting together. To say I was ecstatic is an understatement. But when I found out who the other authors were that were a part of the anthology I nearly fell off my chair!
    Her First White Christmas is part of Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand Holiday Anthology – which includes brilliant stories from Cerise DeLand, Desiree Holt, D.L. Jackson, Stacey Kennedy, Rebecca Royce, Clarissa Yip and my lucky self – is a fun anthology filled with sweet, sexy stories of romance in a bundle sub-genres.
    Her First White Christmas is my offering about two Aussies who have waited long enough to find each other.
    Blurb
    Remy Sommers has grown weary of his playboy lifestyle. He’s ready to fall in love and settle down. Problem is, he doesn’t know where to start. After attending his sister’s wedding, he takes her advice and contacts the 1 Night Stand dating agency – the same agency she used to find her new husband.
    Bella Donna has had enough of blind dates. She’s always left bitterly disappointed. On the advice of a friend, she contacts Madame Evangeline, hoping her reputation precedes her and she can find Bella Donna her perfect man.
    A mysterious invitation from Madame Evangeline leads them both to the secluded and exclusive Castillo Lodge in Alaska for a holiday event.
    Will they get their happily ever after? Or will their first white Christmas end in disaster and disappointment?
    Thank you so much for having me today.
    Happy Holidays everyone! 

    Winter’s Favorite Giveaway Day~~21

    Welcome to Day 21 of Winter’s Favorite.
    Today I am pleased to welcome the very naughty Laura Stamps aka the Sex Witch…

    Many thanks to Kelly for inviting me to participate in this event!  When she mentioned a flash fiction story I remembered a piece I had written several years ago for a literary magazine.  It was one I could update and tweak to jive with Kelly’s theme.  Woot!  So I did it.
    To give you a little history, I spent over a decade as a literary fiction writer before I switched to genre fiction.  My literary short stories and poems have appeared in over 1000 literary journals, magazines, and university anthologies worldwide.
    One of my fav things to write back then was flash fiction.  In those days flash fiction was around 500 words.  It was great fun to tell a hot story in so few words, and I always loved the challenge.
    Enjoy!!
    *************
    The Beach House
    Laura Stamps (c)
    “Dear Goddess, I love sex.”  I’m lying on my back, nude on the deck.  Bending my knees, I allow a warm ocean breeze to fluff the hair of my drenched pussy.
    This afternoon my Fey mate and I arrived in the islands for our winter holiday vacation.  When we discovered the wrap-around deck and its sunken hot tub, we laughed.  We’ve been playing in it ever since.
    Dante slips into the hot tub and runs his hand along my foot and up my silky leg. 
    “Mmm,” I purr, my eyes darkening with lust.  “I was born for sex.”
    He smiles.  “You’re definitely a hot piece of ass, love.”
    I roll over and crawl toward the hot tub, my small breasts swaying as I move.  When I reach the edge I sit and dangle my feet in the bubbling water.  
    Moving between my knees, Dante grips my hips.  His shaft is erect again, the head almost purple with desire.  
    My legs encircle his waist, and I press my heel against his back, guiding his thick cock home.  “Ah, nirvana…”  My mind dissolves as he stretches and fills me. 
    He bends and takes my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue.  Then he reaches down and pinches my swollen clit. 
    Hard.
    “Shit!” I scream.  My knees squeeze his hips like a vise, while delicious waves of pleasure roll through me. 
    When I stop panting, I reach back and flatten my hands on the polished floor of the deck, arching my spine to meet each of his languorous strokes.  By now his shaft is soaked with my cream as it slides in and out of my hungry cunt. 
    I thrust my breasts toward him and moan with need.  I’m a cat in heat.  Dante licks one nipple, and then the other, teasing me again. 
    There’s a plate of cashew-butter crackers next to us.  He selects one and feeds me with his fingers. 
    “You should eat.”  The corner of his mouth lifts in a wicked grin.  “It’s gonna be a long night, baby.”
    “Oh, really?”  Every time he slips a cracker into my mouth, I devour it.  My tongue swirls around his finger, and I suck until my cheeks hollow, taunting him. 
    “You’re a wicked Witch,” he scolds.
    I wink at him.  “Tell me something I don’t know.”
    When I’m full, Dante pushes the plate away and rests his hands on my slim waist.  Slowly, he lowers his head and pulls my breast into his mouth.  I purr with delight and raise my knees to press against his firm chest, taking his shaft deeper into my greedy pussy. 
    I exhale and close my eyes.  My head drops back.  I want to be impaled on his cock forever. 
    When I open my eyes, I gaze at him and grin.  “Fuck me, ” I whisper.  “Fuck me like you mean it.”
    Dante laughs.  “Happy holidays, love.”  He cups my ass in his strong hands and pumps into me fast and hard. 
    I scream with pleasure.  Again.
    Oh, how I love this man!
    *************
    Laura Stamps is a bestselling Pagan paranormal erotica novelist.  She writes three Pagan fiction series (The Witchery Series, The Rune Witch Series, The Manigault Vampires).  She also writes a nonfiction series about her lusty, oversexed life (The Memoir Series). She is the author of 53 books as well as the recipient of many awards, including a “Pulitzer Prize” nomination and seven“Pushcart Award” nominations. A Wiccan Faery Witch and sorceress, Laura enjoys writing novels about contemporary Pagans living in the Deep South. 
    Laura Stamps 

    Pagan Paranormal Erotica Novelist
    (HOT vampires, shapeshifters, witches)

    Kindle ebooks (all $0.99): http://ht.ly/4GPqd 

    To enter for a chance to win E-book of A Vampire Kiss by Laura Stamps. Please leave Laura a comment, tell her your favorite winter memory, then head over to the MAIN Winter’s Favorite page (<< — Click link) to enter the giveaway.