Christmas is just a little more than a week away and I’m in the holiday spirit. We’re all running around trying to tie up loose ends before the big man in red arrives. I know this time of year can be stressful, so I thought perhaps I’d help you all get in the spirit of things too! For today’s tantalizing Tuesday, I decided to find us some sexy Santas! Happy Holidays!
I’m always thrilled to hostess my guest today because I ❤ her and her stories! This year Doris O’Connor is bringing us a holiday tale filled with all the things we love about her stories – a hot alpha male shifter, a sexy heroine and steamy sex. Here’s a glimpse into Doris’s Bought for Christmas! Enjoy!
Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my Christmas Story, Bought for Christmas! 🙂
They call him The Beast…
Hunter Monahan uses his scars as a shield to hold people at bay. That way no one can get too close and see the vulnerable man underneath the cold exterior. That is until he wins Emilia in a card game, when her no good for nothing brother puts his sister up for collateral.
Hunter knows that the woman he used to bounce on his knee as a child is far too young and innocent to be tied to a cynical, scarred bear shifter, but he made a promise to her mother to look after her little girl. Besides his bear wants his mate, come what may, and he has a score to settle.
Their contract ensures her submission for the Christmas weekend, but Emilia’s instinctive responses work their own brand of Christmas magic on Hunter.
He never celebrates it, but this festive season all he wants under his tree is Emilia, preferably naked, tied, and entirely at his mercy…
I’m the beast, haven’t you heard…. Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart? Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that. Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts.
“I said you’re mine, kitten,” he finally said, and Emilia’s heart leapt for joy. “You always will be, but I want to see you happy. You don’t need to be settled with a cynical, scarred bear shifter like me, especially as your father will never talk to you again, if you do.” He put his hand up when she was going to interrupt him, and continued.
“No, let me finish. He is your father, and I know you well enough to know that you love him and that good for nothing brother of yours. Despite what you said to them when you left, you could no more turn your back on them than you could stop breathing, and that’s one of the many things about you that I…”
His bear growled, and Emilia forgot to breathe at the struggle she sensed in him. She scooted closer and put her hand on his tense thigh.
“You what, Sir? Please don’t clam up on me now,” she said.
A grim smile kicked up the corner of his mouth, and she leant in closer to kiss that spot. A growl erupted from his chest, and before Emilia could blink she was on the floor with him towering above her. Right now he didn’t look very much in control of his bear, and that thought sent adrenaline coursing through her body.
Holding himself off of her with his hands placed next to her head, and his arms locked, he ground his groin against hers and the solid heat of his erect cock meant that Emilia’s hormones took over. Moisture flooded her underwear, and her nipples tried to poke through the soft fabric covering them. As comfortable as her jumper was the fabric chafed against the sensitive peaks, and Emilia bit her lip to stop from whimpering her need.
Hunter groaned and bending his head claimed her mouth in an earth shattering kiss that left her breathless and so needy she was going to scream if he didn’t do something other than kiss her.
He pulled away, and the heat in his gaze sent her arousal into fever pitch. Emilia shifted her legs wider, and they both groaned as he settled himself right between her legs.
“Fuck it, Emilia. I can’t do this anymore. I want you too damn much.”
Hunter’s voice came out distorted, and more of his bear showed as his muscles expanded and he grew bigger above her.
“Then have me, all of me, please.” Emilia gasped her reply, all too aware of the barely leashed aggression that poured out of his very pores. It should send her running, yet it had the opposite effect on her. Beads of perspiration slid into her eyes, clouding her vision. Trapped as she was under his bulk, her clothes felt heavy and restrictive, and Hunter seemed to burn hotter still, as he grew perfectly above her. His nostrils flared and he inhaled roughly, as though he, too, had trouble drawing air into his lungs. Emilia blinked to clear her vision, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of his fangs. His incisors grew longer, more menacing somehow in the orange glow from the fire, and she didn’t dare breathe when he dipped his head and ran those lethal teeth along her neck.
“This is your last chance to cry red, kitten. This time when I fuck you, I will claim you, body and soul. You will be mine, to carry my mark, so that everyone will know who you belong to. I want to cover you in my cum, bite you all over, and leave my marks on you forever. Do you understand me?”
Emilia nodded, utterly unable to get her voice to work, and Hunter threw his head back and roared. The vibrations of that growl shook the very ground they lay on, and she locked her ankles behind his ass to enable her to grind her hips against the solid bulge in his jeans. So close. God, she was so close already, if only….
Hunter bucked and dislodged her, until she lay winded, face down on the rug. Hunter yanked her jumper up and her leggings down, and the first hard, stinging swat of his hand on her ass took her breath away. Several more followed in quick succession, and then he lifted her on her knees, and pushed her upper body back down into the rug. Her jumper gave way with an audible rip, as he used his claws to get if off her.
“Do. Not. Move.” Every growled word was accentuated by another swat to her ass. Heat spread across her skin, and she jumped when he replaced his hands with his teeth, while pushing several fingers into her wet pussy.
Emilia whimpered and mewled like the kitten he called her, as he fucked her with his fingers, while marking her body with his teeth just like he’d promised, until her skin was just a mass of hot sensation. Up and down her spine into the hollow of her back, over her ass and the insides of her thighs, until she didn’t know which part of her he hadn’t reached.
Pinned in place by his clawed hand on her shoulder, and his fingers buried deep inside her, keeping her teetering on the edge of her release, she had nowhere to go.
Emilia whined when he withdrew his fingers, and Hunter pushed his digits, slicked by her arousal, into her mouth, and smacked her ass again. Emilia bit down, and the taste of her arousal mixed with his blood, and Hunter grunted his approval.
“Fuck, yes. Do that again.”
His claws sliced through her shoulder, while he dug his fingers deeper into her mouth and jaw. The pain just added to her arousal until her whole body felt on fire. Teetering on the edge, she screamed, as he ran his thick cock through her wet slit and then drove in deep.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You’re mine.”
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Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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I feel extremely privileged to have our guest today. Cait Jarrod is not only a terrific author of romantic suspense novels, but she is also someone I call a friend. We met in person this last October at a writer’s conference after months of communicating online and we spent quite a bit of time getting to know one another. When we went our separate ways after the conference, I left feeling like I made a good friend. Cait has a new release from Evernight Publishing entitled Mystic Hearts, book 2 in her Band of Friends series and she’s here giving us some insight into what inspired her to write this series. Welcome, Cait!
Inspiration for the Band of Friends…
A note from Cait:
I’ve often been asked why I chose a circle of friends to write about for my first series.
Bringing a new story about the tight knit group of friends from Fredericksburg, Virginia, was like coming home, especially since I’ve lived in the area all my life. The friends I’ve made over the years, and have continued to keep in touch with, are much like the people in this book—minus the bombs and gunfights. Instead of a weekly cocktail hour, we get together at least once month at a winery, brewery or the lake.
Mystic Hearts, The Band of Friends series, Book 2
Temptation landed at Special Agent Larry Newman’s feet—literally. Charlene Smith captured his heart after he rescued her from terrorists two months ago. A failed relationship and being an abused child have turned him into a loner and workaholic. The scars weigh heavy on him and keep him from pursuing her. So what’s a guy to do when the woman he pines for passes out in front of him while working a case?
Battling psychological wounds from abduction is easier than coming face to face with the sexy FBI agent she’s fantasized about for months. A single mother, avoiding the drama that dating would bring to her son’s life, she allows Larry close only in her dreams. Now, she’s second-guessing her decision. Should she have a relationship with this man who makes her feel alive just by being close?
As the couple forges into an abyss of emotions, they plow through secrets and criminals, and fight for the one thing that’s worth fighting for—each other.
Here’s an excerpt from a Cocktail hour, just before the guys arrive. The things good friends say to one another….
“I figured you’d be uptight and would need to blow off steam,” Celine said around a mouthful of margarita.
“Nope. I’m declaring Cocktail Hour an Andrew-free zone,” Charlene said.
Celine choked. “You had sex!”
“Shush!” Pamela’s eyebrows slashed over her blue fierce eyes. “This is a PG establishment.”
“Sorry,” Celine said with a small, mortified smile.
Pamela gazed over her shoulder into the café.
No one watched them except for the bartender. He eyed Celine.
“No foul,” Pamela said then faced Charlene. “Fess up, you have.”
“How’d you two get the idea I had sex from me not wanting to talk about Andrew?”
Celine and Pamela exchanged a silent conspirator glance.
Oh, boy. So, much for wondering if she should talk about Larry, they’d do it for her.
“Larry?” Pamela’s normally welcoming smile transformed into calm tone and she arched an eyebrow at Charlene.
If she hadn’t known Pamela, she’d actually have been nervous and answered immediately. As it was, Charlene would use this time to collect her thoughts and work out what to say. Hanging out on the pier, her and Larry chatting with one another in a way that was so comfortable she felt like she’d done it forever. Well, until her mouth ran away from her and confided her feelings. After that, things between them had become awkward.
Her mind jumped to the kiss next to her mom’s car…phew…she fanned herself and sipped more of her drink to camouflage the heat rising from her body to her face.
“That does it.” Celine gulped her drink. “I want some of what Charlene’s having.”
“Oh, no. You can’t. We’re exclusive.” Charlene looked at her half-empty drink. “This stuff is like truth serum.”
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From writing ‘every girl’s dream heroes’ to ‘strong, down-to-earth heroines,’ Cait Jarrod twists ‘cliff hanging plots’ and ‘clever, unpredictable sub-plots’. She loves diving into a good book as much as she loves writing one.
Mother of three gorgeous daughters, she’s married to her best friend, hangs out with the WWC, a great group of women, and loves a good glass of wine.
Spent several days last week in New York City for a conference. There’s nothing quite like NYC at Christmastime to put you in the holiday spirit. The ginormous tree at Rockefeller Center strung with 35,000 lights. The windows at Macy’s and Sax’s all done up to entertain. The chill in the air. The buzz of the people swarming around with their shopping bags. It’s officially the Christmas season to me.
While I was there I saw a billboard that contained our Tuesday Tantalizer. Tyson Beckford. He’s amazing to look at on the computer screen or on the television, but to see him so large on a billboard does him great service. He really is incredible… head to toe. Happy Holiday Season and Happy Tuesday!
It’s not every day that readers choose a book you contributed to as the best! Well, that happened today! Congratulations to all of the Readers’ Choice Winners and a big congratulations to all the co-authors in the Alpha’s Claim anthology! What a great thing!
I missed last Tuesday’s post. Shame, shame, shame on me! But I have a valid excuse… really, I do! I was on vacation with my family in Hawaii and I took it quite seriously. No messing around on the computer or my phone so that I could enjoy time with those I love in one of the most beautiful places on the planet. As a treat and in an effort to make things up to you for missing my first TTT all year, I’m offering a real Hawaiian hottie – Jesse LaBatte. He’s from Kaneohe, Hawaii on the island of Oahu. Aside from his fitness model career, he’s also a musician and singer. Aloha, ladies! And he me iki ia (which basically means “you’re welcome”).
As many of you know, it’s been a crazy ride for my latest Evernight Publishing release, Board Indiscretion – book 3 of my Taking Advantage series. I struggled with writing this story. In the first two books of the series, Mark Olson was a player. Even his friends, John Dorsey (Board Stiff) and Greg Snow (Board Approved) were leery about Mark being around their women. You see, Mark had been in a loveless and sexless marriage for some time, so when his divorce was finalized, he went a bit off the deep end – bedding anything he could. I guess I worried a bit if I made Mark too much of a “villain” so-to-speak in the first two stories to redeem him. So, this book took me some time to craft.
Once I finally felt confident that I’d created a story for Mark and Suzannah that I could be proud of, I began my revision process. In January 2014, I had fully revised the manuscript and was preparing to send it out to my beta readers before submission. But I did something stupid. I didn’t save the revised version to my cloud right away, only saving it to my thumb drive and the flipping thing crashed. And by crashed, I mean… it was not even accepting any electrical current to it – the drive would not even light up when I plugged it in. I was devastated. It had already taken me so long to draft the story and now the revised version was gone. Ugh!
I sent it away to a company in California with high hopes that the information (as there were other manuscripts on that drive) could be recovered. This first company wanted $800 for the attempt and there was no guarantee. It was at that point that I lost my drive. Quite honestly, my motivation to write wiped out almost as quickly as the thumb drive itself. I’m not sure which was harder to deal with. I found a million other things to do besides write and I began the process of accepting the fact that I’d lost the revised version of Board Indiscretion and would have to start the revision process from scratch.
Then my husband found a local company LC Technology that recovered SanDisk thumb drives specifically. I contacted them, explained my situation and sent them my drive. It took them several weeks, but they did it! And not only did they recover Board Indiscretion, but they recovered everything on the drive and for 1/8 the cost of the California company. I was saved and so was Mark Olson!
I’ve found this journey to be quite ironic for this story. You see, this story is about a second chance at love for Mark Olson and well, it was also sort of second chance for me. I’m pleased to present to you Mark Olson and Suzannah McCormick of Board Indiscretion!
Mark Olson isn’t just known for owning his three large care dealerships. He’s also known as a player, at least since his divorce. For a while, he believes he is satisfied as a member of Advantage Insurance Company’s board of directors and bedding a different woman every weekend. That is until someone decides to call his bluff.
Suzannah McCormick is the sweet girl working hard as the executive assistant to Advantage’s CEO. But underneath her saccharine southern charm is a vixen-in-waiting. She’s never been with a man that tapped into that side of her, but she set her sights on Mark Olson with high hopes.
Mark doesn’t realize his single status and his heart are in jeopardy.
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Since his divorce, he’d convinced himself that remaining single was what he wanted. It made things less complicated for his two pre-teen daughters. Shit! It made things less complicated for himself. But that lifestyle could also be quite lonely.
That’s where Suzie came in and complicated the hell out of his life. She was the executive assistant to the CEO of Advantage Insurance Company, Michael Herron, and well… Mark was a member of Advantage’s board of directors, had been for several years. He loved his position on the board. Aside from the small amount of prestige it carried, he’d made great friends with the other members, particularly the two younger board members—John Dorsey and Greg Snow. A relationship with Suzie could compromise his position on the board and with the members, but truth be told, he also loved his most recent position between her legs.
If only the situation was different.
A familiar giggle wafted in from the direction of the dance floor. The delicate sound stirred his cock to life. It stiffened against his black trousers instantly. After several weeks of clandestine meetings involving dirty talk and hard fucks, he’d know that giggle anywhere. He’d heard it many times afterwards when they lay tangled in each other’s limbs. Turning his head in the direction of the dance floor, anger heated his face and his hands clenched into fists on the bar top at the sight he witnessed.
Sandwiched between two guys that he’d now refer to as dickheads, danced the woman that wreaked havoc on his single life status. Her little black dress clung to her trim frame, emphasizing her small, but very perky breasts and showing off her figure that could easily grace the cover of any fashion magazine. Her legs stretched for miles and her creamy white skin contrasted nicely against the jet black of her dress. Flinging her silky blonde hair over her shoulder and down her back, her pink Pursecase carrying her iPhone dangled from her wrist as her hips gyrated against her two dance partners. The taller man dancing behind her slipped his hand over her hip and rested it over her low belly as he rubbed what Mark was sure to be a rock hard erection against Suzie’s ass.
What the fuck is she doing?
First, she never came to the Beach Club. Never. In all his regular visits to this club over the last couple of years, he had yet to see her in here once. Not once! Second, she was practically dry-humping two guys in the middle of the dance floor. That wasn’t her typical style.
Suzie was one of those beautiful women that appeared to have the girl-next-door innocence. She didn’t dress too provocatively. She was sexy, but in that way that was just natural. Her bubbly Southern charm won over all the men on the board of directors and Mark speculated it would win over anyone. He flirted with her, teasing her on board days to get a rise out of her. There’d always been a twinkle of mischief in her eyes when he flirted with her that would leave him questioning whether he knew her at all.
At last quarter’s board meeting, she left him dumbfounded when she responded to his flirtation with a proposition. After mulling it over for a bit, which actually had turned out to be a couple weeks, he called her bluff. He asked her over to his place for cocktails and she showed up. What he learned was that there was a lot more to Suzannah McCormick than met the eye. The rest was history.
Throwing back the last remnants of his whiskey, he stood from his stool, tossed some cash on the bar, and turned toward the dance floor. He wrestled with what his next move should be.
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On most Tantalizing Tuesdays, you’ll find me posting pictures of the hottest half-naked buff young guy I could find to tease you all. This week I’ve teamed up with one of my favorite gal pals, DC Stone, to bring you one of the most sophisticated and sexiest men on the planet. For the longest time, he was known as Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor. No one thought he’d ever tie the knot. Well, we need not wonder anymore… George Clooney is officially off the market! I know… I think we all collectively sighed when we heard the news. He’s like a fine wine… George has only improved with age. Sit back and enjoy, ladies!
If you didn’t get enough of George, don’t miss DC Stone’s Man Candy Monday post!
Some days I start my research for the TTT post and think, can there be any more hotties out there? Then I come across one and think “how the hell have I missed him the last ten months?” That is how I felt when I came across fitness model, Marc Fitt. He’s actually my kind of guy. He’s got that boy-next-door look that I love and a killer body. Don’t get too excited though, ladies… he’s got a gorgeous girlfriend too! 😉 I think the only way she’ll share him is via Tantalizing Tuesday! You can find him on Facebook here or at his website www.marcfitt.com. Enjoy – he’s scrumptious.
Jessica Jayne