Saturday, December 25, 2021

Charity Sunday for Peace on Earth – #CharitySunday #ChristmasPeace #FreeBook

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Yesterday, of course, was Christmas, a festival dedicated to “peace on earth, goodwill to men”. If only we could make that promise a reality, everywhere, every day.

As a step in that direction, my Charity Sunday post today supports the American Friends Service Committee, a remarkable organization that works to sow the seeds of peace in our divided world. AFSC promotes non-violent activism in areas from immigration and prison reform to anti-militarism and economic justice. It’s not just the causes they embrace that makes the organization so special – it is their methods: mediation, consultation, education, dialogue. Inspired by the Quaker belief that each of us carries a spark of divinity within us, AFSC recognizes that treating the opposition as “the enemy” is ultimately self-defeating.

Anyway, on this last Charity Sunday of 2021, I will donate two dollars to AFSC’s peace-building efforts for every comment I receive.

Meanwhile, I have an excerpt from my mature holiday romance Cherry Pie and Mistletoe, which features the special peace of a snowy winter night. By the way, you can get a copy of this book free on Smashwords.

Just go here:

Choose to purchase the book (you can get any ebook format you want) and enter the coupon code DX85Y. The price will drop to zero. The coupon expires at the end of 2021, so don’t dawdle!


At ten thirty on a stormy Christmas Eve, a half-frozen long haul trucker wandered in to my diner. He really needed some hot coffee, not to mention a slice of my luscious cherry pie.

His chocolate-brown eyes and ready laugh spun me back to my scandalous, sensual younger days. I hadn’t wanted anyone in years, but I wanted him. Was I brave enough to act on my desire?


His eyes fluttered open. He filled his lungs, then let the breath out in a long sigh and grinned.

That was some Christmas present, Marnie.”

I clambered off his prone body, my joints protesting. I’d pay for this tomorrow, but at the moment I didn’t care. I slipped into the seat on the opposite side of the table. The taste of cum lingered in my mouth. I licked my lips. “Well, I certainly enjoyed it.”

He levered himself up to a sitting position and shrugged off the heavy outerwear. Reaching across the table, he took my hand. “Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

I shrugged, still aroused but also embarrassed by my boldness. “Seemed like the right thing to do…”

Really, you have no idea how long it’s been—since a woman touched me.” His rugged face looked serious. “And I had no idea how much I needed that, how much I’d missed it.”

Unable to meet his gaze, I stared at our linked fingers, stretched out on the scarred Formica. “Yeah,” I murmured. “Me too.”

With a knuckle under my chin, he raised my face until I had no choice but to look at him. “I want to repay the favor,” he said. Glints of gold sparked in his chocolate eyes.

That’s not necessary,” I murmured. My voice sounded hoarse, strained. I was suddenly all too aware of how selfish I’d been, delaying his departure. I had to let him go. “Accept my gift with good grace and leave.” Annoying tears blurred my vision. I shook my head to dash them away. “You’ve got deadlines, after all.”

I want give you pleasure. The way you did me.” He rose, rounded the booth, pulled me to my feet and back into his arms. My guilt melted in the warmth of that embrace. My embarrassment fled. My lips were already parted when he bent to kiss me.

Oh, my, this man knew how to kiss! Gentle but sure, with a quiet intensity that sent little shivers up my spine, he explored my mouth. He took his time, as though he were trying to memorize every texture, every taste. I worried briefly that he’d detect the bitter remnants of his own cum. A flood of emotion swept that thought away. I needed him, inside me. Wanted him, with an urgency that astonished me.

How long had it been since I’d had a lover? My brain fogged with lust, I couldn’t recall, but it had been years. Caring for my dad, handling everything after he passed, dealing with all the day-to-day details of running a business, I hadn’t had much time to think about my own desires.

Dave broke the kiss. Regret flashed through me. “I want to taste you,” he told me, as he urged me back onto the bench where I’d sucked his cock. He wrestled awkwardly with the zipper of my jeans.

Wait! Just a minute. This is silly. We’re not teenagers. We need a bed.”

He chuckled. “There’s a sleep cubby behind the cab of my rig, but we’d be packed in like sardines. I actually think the booth’d be more comfortable.”

I giggled. “I did have sex in the back of an eighteen wheeler once, when I was hitching to the West Coast. A long time ago… Anyway, that won’t be necessary. Come home with me.”

Huh? What about the truck?”

Leave it here. My house is just down the road. An easy walk.” I clambered off the bench. “Give me a sec to close things up here and we can go.”

Bushy eyebrows knotted together, Dave looked doubtful. “You sure, Marnie? You wanna bring a total stranger into your home?”

You’re no stranger,” I replied, turning off the coffee machine and flipping light switches. “You ate my pie.” I stepped into the kitchen to lock the back door and grab my jacket. “And I ate your cock,” I added , when I’d rejoined him in the main room of the diner. “I’d say we were pretty well acquainted.”

I left the little Christmas tree on, its lights twinkling through the fogged windows, but shut down the main sign. The neon Indian chief above the steel plated roof faded into darkness. Hand in hand, Dave and I stepped out of the vestibule, into the calm, cold night.

The wind had died and, as predicted, the messy precipitation of earlier had turned to snow. White flakes tumbled around us like feathers after a pillow fight. They landed on my cheeks, each one a tiny, icy prickle on my warm skin. I filled my lungs with the clean, frigid air, feeling more alive than I could remember.

Please leave a comment and take a stand for a more peaceful world. Don’t forget to download your free book. And I do hope you will visit the other authors participating in today’s Charity Sunday!

May your days be merry and bright!


Karinski said...

Merry Christmas & wishing you the best in 2022

kaisquared said...

Merry Christmas and peace to all

Debby said...

Thanks for the book and I do wish for peace

Annette said...

I hope you had a great Christmas!

Colleen C. said...

Happy Sunday... Wishing you the very best for the upcoming New Year!

Dee S Knight and Anne Krist said...

I loved this book! What better goal could there be than peace on earth?

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