Just in time for Christmas—just barely in time!—I’ve got a brand new holiday erotic romance for you.
Gray Christmas doesn’t feature your typical gorgeous young heroine
and handsome, muscular hero. The protagonists of this tale are both
over sixty. But that doesn’t stop them from getting up to some
serious holiday mischief.
Here’s
the blurb:
Widowed
author Emma Granger has reconciled herself to spending Christmas Eve
in snowy Boston, with a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio and her cat
Vronsky. Her daughters have their own lives on the West Coast. Emma
knows she can’t expect them to visit every holiday.
A
loud crash from the apartment above her overturns her plans for a
quiet evening at home. When she investigates, she meets Nick North,
an energetic iconoclast with a gray ponytail, a silver earring and
bright blue eyes that kindle feelings she’d thought were gone
forever. Nick is her own age, maybe older, but his lean body and
impish grin affect her as if she were a horny teenager.
Although
Emma makes her living writing spicy romance, sex with a stranger
seems ludicrous when you’re an arthritic grandmother in your
sixties. Still, the attraction she feels for her charismatic upstairs
neighbor appears to be reciprocated. A Christmas fling might be just
what Emma needs to brighten her holiday.
And
of course, I’ve got an excerpt:
With
as much speed as I could manage, I negotiated the winding staircase
and knocked on the red-painted door.
“Hello?
Is everything okay?”
“Humph—um—yeah.”
A man’s voice, muffled, possibly in pain. “Yeah, I think so.
Come on in. It’s
open.”
The
brass knob turned easily. I opened the door to a scene of chaos.
The
living room had the same layout as my own, and like mine, was lined
with bookshelves. Where I had my worn but treasured Persian carpets,
the wooden floor here was bare. Across the planks, its base near the
front window and its top-most needles almost brushing my sneakers,
stretched a fir tree so tall and bushy I couldn’t imagine how it
had gotten there.
A
tinsel garland looped around the top, then trailed off over the
furniture. A few ornaments still clung to the branches, but most had
been scattered to the far corners of the room. Fortunately they
appeared to be wood or clay rather than the fragile glass confections
I recalled from my childhood.
The
scent of balsam hung in the air. Evergreen needles littered the
floor. A coffee cup, apparently knocked off a table by the falling
tree, lay in a brown puddle near the fireplace.
“Made
quite a mess, haven’t I?” A chuckle came from the far side of
the room, an area hidden by the massive tree. “I should know
better, at my age.” A male figure rose from behind the curtain of
green, shaking his head and rubbing his elbow. “Banged myself up a
bit, too. I always tend overdo things.” He flashed me an apologetic
smile. “Sorry to disturb you with all the noise.”
“That’s
okay,” I replied automatically. “I wasn’t disturbed.” But I
was disturbed, profoundly so, as I surveyed my upstairs neighbor. He
had to be at least my age, but he exuded a kind of vitality rare even
in men decades younger. His lean, wiry body seemed ready to leap into
action. He’d pulled his gray-streaked hair into a low ponytail.
The style gave him the look of an artist or maybe a revolutionary.
His silver earring, Che Guevara tee shirt and faded jeans heightened
that impression.
Webs
of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his mouth suggested he
smiled often. Certainly he was smiling now, as he righted the metal
step-ladder he’d been using to decorate the tree and used that to
maneuver his way over the wall of bristling green that separated us.
“I’m
Nick.” He offered his hand. I just stood there, speechless—me,
the wordsmith who always had something to say—transfixed by the
bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Sensations I’d almost forgotten
flooded my body. My cheeks burned. My nipples knotted under my
sweater. A sweet pressure throbbed in my pelvis. My sensible cotton
panties might even be damp, inside my sweat pants.
*
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Get
your copy of this sweet and sexy Christmas romance, before Santa
figures out that you’re being naughty!
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Links
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US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N6JJIQD/
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UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01N6JJIQD/
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– https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/691291
8000
words, 25 pages, 99 cents
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