Bad Boy plays Santa ... #RomCom #HolidayRomance @TinaDonahue

Blurb

All she wants for Christmas is…him.

For Laurel, Christmas so sucks. She’s out of a job, money, and luck until her neighbor Scott plays Santa. This tall, dark, and sexy hunk delivers sweet decadence and holiday magic that makes being bad oh-so good.

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Excerpt

God, god, god. Laurel indulged in Scott’s clean, wondrous flavor, his intense heat, and male need.

He groaned savagely.

The unrestrained sound and his impassioned embrace said more than words could. He wanted her as no other man had.

With one hand firmly on her ass, he pulled her into him.

Trapped in the best possible way, she surrendered to his desire and her own.

They kissed as lovers would after a lengthy separation, his stubble scraping her cheeks and chin. Few things could have better defined or intensified his masculinity.

She couldn’t touch him enough and stroked his firm pecs, broad back, silky hair, and the precious package between his legs.

A fierce sound spilled from him. He pushed her tongue aside to fill her mouth and fondled her boob.

Her nipple came alive within his lusty caress, the tip and halo painfully tight.

Getting close enough proved beyond necessary and seemingly impossible to achieve. They were practically welded together and it wasn’t enough. She clawed his top, wanting the damn thing off.

On a rough moan, he cupped her ass and lifted her into his arms, her weight inconsequential against his brute strength. Lost in intolerable need, she pressed her thighs to his narrow hips, her pussy snug to his cock.

He tottered backward and dropped onto the sofa, her straddling him.

Clothes flew. Her tank top and bra tangled with his Henley.

He cupped her naked breasts, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

Warmth swirled in her stomach and pussy, his pleased reaction doing wonders for her battered heart. Especially given his physical gifts: smooth olive skin, taut pecs, and beautifully defined abs. Even Photoshopped male models didn’t look this good. “Where’s your phone? I have to take your picture.”

“Later. Yours first though.” He tongued her nipple into his mouth.

Riotous pleasure shot through her. Never had she experienced such intense heat. Her head fell back.

He suckled hard, soft, and somewhere in between. His tongue flicked her tip relentlessly.

Nerve endings fired. She trembled.

He held her tightly, preventing escape.

As if she were crazy enough to be anywhere but up close and personal.

Finished with one boob, he sucked air and leaned toward the other.

“No, no, no.” She gripped his head. “Stop!”

Alarm flooded his handsome features, dread beneath it. “Why?”

“I want—I have—I can’t wait any longer. Sorry.” She scrambled off his lap, knelt between his legs, and tugged his fly.

“Whoa.” He gripped her wrists. “Let me help before you draw blood.”

“Hurry.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.” He yanked his button free and rammed down his zipper. Together, they shoved his jeans and stretchy boxer briefs to his thighs.

His cock sprang out, wavered, and landed on his belly, the thick shaft so hard it pointed north.

“Wow.” She cupped his lightly furred balls, their weight and warmth pure wonder. “You’re gorgeous.”

He sagged against the sofa but also pressed his family jewels into her palm. “Yeah?”

“I have to take a picture.”

“Not fucking now.” Breathing hard, he cupped her hand over his dick and balls. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“No sir. I’ll be good.” She took his rod into her mouth, tonsil deep.

About the Author

Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. She’s won Readers’ Choice Awards, was named a finalist in the EPIC competition, received a Book of the Year award, The Golden Nib Award, awards of merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competitions, and second place in the NEC RWA contests. She’s featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

On a less serious note: she’s an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, brakes for Mexican restaurants, and has been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally while wolfing down tostadas. She’s flown a single-engine airplane (freaking scary), rewired an old house using an ‘electricity for dummies’ book, and is horribly shy despite the hot romances she writes.

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He returned every ounce of passion ... #SeniorRomance #HolidayRomance #MFRWHooks

It’s the Wednesday before Christmas, and I’ve got another holiday snippet for you to enjoy. This one is from my senior romance Cherry Pie and Mistletoe. Enjoy!

Blurb

At ten thirty on a stormy Christmas Eve, I really didn’t expect any business, but the sign for our diner out on the highway reads “open until midnight”, and I’m a woman of my word. Good thing I didn’t close; the half-frozen long haul trucker who wandered in really needed some hot coffee, not to mention a slice of my luscious cherry pie.

Something about the grizzled, bear-like man with the 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 Dave Driver. Was I brave enough to act on my desire? And would he flee, screaming, from the amorous attentions of a white-haired little old lady?

The Hook

He drained his coffee cup. He’d nearly finished. When he was done, he’d disappear into the winter night. He had a long way to travel before morning. His job probably depended on providing a reliable delivery schedule.

I was just a stop along the way.

I cleared my throat. “It must be hard being away from your family on Christmas,” I commented.

He glanced up from his almost empty plate. “Don’t have any family to speak of,” he said. “Just a son, living near Seattle. And we’ve never been close.”

“What about your wife?” There, I’d asked.

His face clouded. “Ellen’s been gone for seven years already.”

“Oh—I’m so sorry!” Now I felt guilty. I should have kept my mouth shut.

Dave shrugged. “That’s okay. She was sick for quite a while. Now I guess she’s at peace. And I’ve moved on. Sold the farm, bought the truck—life’s about change, Marnie. Nothing lasts forever.”

I thought about my own life, full of adventure by most people’s standards. The years in Paris, in the Caribbean, in Bangkok and in Greece, making art and making love. The parties, and the epiphanies. Yet here I was, back where I started.

“Sometimes I think it’s all cycles,” I said. “I spent four decades traveling the world, living in all sort of exotic places. Then my dad became ill and couldn’t handle the diner, so I came home—to the only real home I’ve ever had.”

“The diner’s yours?” Dave chuckled. “And here I thought you were just an abused employee, forced to work on the holiday!”

“No, I gave Hank and Jeannie—the cook and the waitress—the night off. Figured they’ve got families, and I—well, anyway, the Algonquin’s mine now, though I don’t know how much longer I can keep it going. Mom and Dad opened the place before I was born, when Route 6 was a major artery. Now, with the Interstate…”

Tears gathered in my eyes. Damn, I thought. I do not want this guy’s sympathy.

“People’re always gonna need a place to get a cup of coffee.” His voice was so quiet I could hear the sleet hissing against the window-glass. “And you should advertise this pie! Get it up on Facebook, or TripAdvisor, or whatever.”

“Probably should.” I gathered our plates, empty but for a few crimson smears, and dumped them in the sink. I’d wash up after he left. “But I’m not sure I’ve got the energy, to be honest.”

He nodded. “Yeah, at our age, we have to choose the things that matter…” He trailed off into silence. I wondered what—or who—occupied his thoughts.

Elbows on the counter, I shifted closer, losing myself again in his warm, gold-flecked gaze. Now is what matters, I wanted to tell him. We might never have another chance.

Of course, I kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t as bold as I used to be.

Like a big animal shaking snow off its fur, Dave roused himself from the stool and reached behind him for his parka. “I’d better get back on the road. Lots of miles to cover before dawn.” His smile melted me, like a popsicle in the sun. “What do I owe you?”

“Never mind,” I replied. “Consider it a Christmas present.”

He chuckled. “Well, that’s very sweet of you. I appreciate it.” He slipped into his jacket, zipping it over his broad chest. “Many thanks, for the company, and the best cherry pie I ever tasted.” He half-turned toward the door, calling back over his shoulder. “A very merry Christmas to you, Marnie.”

“Wait!” I stumbled out from behind the counter, hip joints complaining at the sudden movement. “There is something I want from you.”

“Huh?” He paused in his outward trajectory, just inside the entrance. I practically threw myself against his solid body and wrapped my arms around his neck. Straining, on my toes, I pressed my lips to his.

He stiffened for a moment. I almost let go, as mortified by my own gall as I was aroused by his closeness. Then he relaxed, apparently accepting the inevitable.

For a few breaths, the kiss remained chaste, a mere gesture of farewell as our life paths diverged. That wasn’t enough for me. I urged his mouth open, slipped my tongue inside and drank deep of his pie-and-coffee flavor. In a move that felt utterly right, he clasped my body in a strong embrace. One big hand stroked down my back; the other palmed my butt through my jeans. His firm lips sealed to mine, he returned every ounce of the passion I poured into that feverish kiss.

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Available now! The Complete My JoeSmith Collection Boxed Set by @PebblesLacasse #MysteryErotica #EroticSuspense #BDSM

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Blurb

My heart belongs to the whispers from my unseen Master, but the heat of his breath burns down to my soul.

Despite my good-girl, career driven façade, I live a secret life as JoeSmith’s submissive. I obey his rules and allow him to test my limits with bondage and pain because I choose to.

But the mystery of his identity plagues me. If he’d let me see his face, he’d own my heart along with my body.

For now, I crave Master’s sadistic nature, but his loving kisses, gentle touches, and my belief there could be more keep me coming back.

I’ve become closer to my fun-loving friend, Samantha, after introducing her to JoeSmith. Now she craves him, too.

But when my millionaire boss threatens to win my heart, I must decide between the love I’m promised and the lust I desire.

Both men offer me something I need, but neither can give me everything.

If I choose one man, I will lose the other.

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About the Author

Pebbles is a contemporary steamy romance and erotica author. It’s been told she loves to make the heart throb, entertain the mind, and leave the body tingling with desire. She leans toward spinning contemporary tales of bad boys with big hearts desiring women who didn’t know they have a kinky side. However, she’s also known for her women with a dominant nature, and a secret yearning to be loved.

Her books and short stories often take her readers into the BDSM lifestyle while revolving around real-life issues. There’s always a happy ever after or happy for now ending. The captivating stories of romance, love, and tender moments keep her readers coming back for more.

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Pebbles is very family oriented. She and her husband raised their children in southern Ontario where she was born and remains to this day.

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I wanted you to be my girl – #NewRelease #SecondChanceRomance #HolidayRomance #Giveaway

Happy Saturday! I’m celebrating the release of my holiday romance novella, Once upon a Blizzard. Today I’ve got an exclusive excerpt, not shared anywhere else, and a contest: leave me a comment and you could win a free copy of the book!

Blurb

No electricity. No water. Plenty of heat.

Suzanne and Gino have a history going back to high school, but for more than a decade the workaholic CEO has been thousands of miles from her New England home town.

A mistletoe kiss at a Christmas party rekindles the old spark and Suzanne finds some things do indeed get better with age. When Gino rescues her from a blizzard, though, she discovers that she's not the only love in his life. Gino shares his bed and his colonial-era farm house with taciturn painter Harris Steele.

Snowed in with two lusty men who truly seem to care, she wonders why she’s so determined to return to her lonely West Coast life. Is there really a chance for a holiday happy ending?

Note: this book was previously published by Totally Entwined with the title Almost Home. It has been revised and re-edited for this edition.

Exclusive Excerpt

Gino was dressed far more casually than Suzanne, in a holly-green V-necked sweater, jeans that looked painted onto his corded thighs, and scuffed cowboy boots. Suzanne, in contrast, wore red velvet, pearls and heels. She felt her cheeks burn as his eyes roamed over her body. The dress wasn’t particularly tight, but it clung to the sleek, curvy form she managed to maintain through arduous hours at the gym. Rationally, she knew she was attractive, especially for a woman on the far side of forty, but somehow she felt as insecure as she had as a teen.

“You look pretty fantastic yourself,” Gino replied. “But then, I always thought you were a knockout.”

“Oh, come on!” She waved her hand to dismiss the compliment. She didn’t want to think about the past. “Anyway, what have you been up to? Last I heard from Helena, you were in New York at some top firm. You must be a partner by now.”

“Nope. I moved back to the Pioneer Valley three years ago.”

“What?”

“The job was killing me. I was making tons of money, but I was too busy to spend it. I wasn’t enjoying myself. And as you may remember,” he said with a gleam in his eye, “I like to have a good time.”

She had a sudden, vivid recollection of eighth grade science class. He and Jerry sat on either side of her at the long lab table, teasing her about her snug, pink angora sweater, stirring up her hormones and making her miserable. The two of them had driven her crazy. She’d scribbled page after page about them in her diary, fantasies as lurid as her thirteen-year-old mind could concoct.

She dragged herself away from her memories. “So what are you doing now?”

“I work for Franklin County Legal Aid. And I do a bit of farming.”

“Farming?” Suzanne laughed, incredulous. She couldn’t imagine Gino driving a tractor or shovelling manure.

“Yeah. We’ve got twenty acres in New Salem and a dozen milk cows. We sell homemade cheese and organic veggies.”

Suzanne couldn’t help noticing the plural pronouns. “Are you married then?”

Gino took her hand, grinning. He brushed his thumb along the inside of her wrist, sending sweet chills up her spine. “Not at the moment. I’m totally available.”

He hadn’t lost his knack. After two decades, he could still make her flustered and confused.

“And what about you? Helena told me you’re CEO of some high tech company out in Silicon Valley.”

“CompuGenix.” She dug into the little bag hanging on her shoulder and pulled out a card. As Gino studied it, she slipped into professional mode. “We develop computational tools for genetic engineering and analysis. It’s a spin-off from my dissertation research. Our technology automatically generates and evaluates alternative base sequences, compares them to standard databases and identifies promising genes for pharmaceutical or therapeutic development.”

“Wow! I have absolutely no idea what that means. No, don’t try to explain it to me. I could never keep up, intellectually, with you and Jerry.”

The name of their mutual friend froze the conversation. Suzanne’s eyes misted with tears.

“I’m sorry,” murmured her companion. “It was tactless of me to mention him.”

“That’s okay.” Suzanne tried to pull herself together. She didn’t like losing control of her emotions. “He’s part of our history. We should talk about him.”

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, really—we should talk. I need to know what you think about—what he did. When Helena emailed me the news—what was it, three years ago?—I couldn’t believe it. He had everything. A great career, a family, security… Do you have any idea why…?” She couldn’t finish the sentence. It hurt too much. “You were his closest friend.”

“We’d been out of touch for quite a while. It was a shock to me too.”

“I couldn’t go to the funeral. Did you?”

Now, finally, Gino looked uncomfortable. “Yeah, I did. It was rough. Laurie was totally destroyed and the kids simply didn’t understand…”

“Neither did I. He was so smart and confident, so goal-directed and sure of his future.”

“So handsome. So sexy,” Gino added, with just the tiniest twinkle in his eyes. “Everyone wanted him. But he chose you.”

“For a while.” All the feelings came rushing back, the love, the excitement and the terrible disappointment when Jerry had told her they were through—when he dumped her for that cute little secretarial student, because he felt threatened by her intelligence. He’d actually told her that, the bastard—that she made him feel inadequate.

“I couldn’t compete,” her companion added, a touch of sadness in his voice.

“What?” Gino’s voice pulled her back to the present.

“I always admired you, Suzy Q. I wanted you to be my girl. But you were taken.”

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No woman is going to break through his wall -- #RomanticSuspense #SlowBurn #Giveaway @StellaAnnGeorge

Note by Note was originally published on Kindle Vella as a serial story. It is a slow burn romantic suspense, about 2.5 on the spicy scale.

I’m giving away a signed paperback edition of Note by Note to one person who leaves me a comment!

Blurb

For Finn Cooper, being a billionaire has the usual perks - fine dining, jet setting around the world, and beautiful women. However, no woman is going to break through his wall; he won’t allow himself to be that vulnerable again. But when the plane he is piloting crashes, an independent and capable woman leaves him questioning all he thought he knew about love.

For Jessica Turner, a fateful flight from Sydney to Tasmania turns her world upside down. Surviving in an isolated cabin with a well-known playboy is just the beginning of a journey that tosses the music teacher out of her safe, secure life. Falling for his charm is easy; guarding her heart is another matter.

In a search for answers about their mysterious circumstances, Finn and Jessica find themselves in an increasingly dangerous world neither of them could have imagined. Staying one step ahead of deadly outside forces makes falling in love a little … complicated.

Excerpt

Finn froze, unable to move, vague fear gripping him. 

“Finn, what’s wrong?”

Yeah, Finn, what is happening? Isn't this what I've been waiting for? Here she is, ready, willing, and able, and I'm hesitating. I love her. I admitted it to myself the night at the museum. I've been waiting for the perfect moment to tell her. Instead, she told me first. When we've been closer than we've ever been before, it's what I've been hoping for, isn't it? Why am I not telling her I love her, too, sweeping her off her feet, and carrying her back to that bed to make wild, passionate love to her???

“I think we've lost the mood.” That sounded lame even to him.

“We’ll have to find it again.” She slid his arm around her waist and leaned up to kiss him. She traced his lips with her tongue, but he didn’t respond. She pulled back. “Want to tell me what’s bothering you? It’s apparent there’s something serious.”

“I ... this isn’t the right time. I think we could both use a good night’s sleep.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me anything,” she echoed his earlier words.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s something if it’s enough to interfere with tonight.”

“We’re talking about spending the night together.”

Jessica frowned. “You seemed perfectly fine with it before. You said all I had to do was say the word. What changed?”

She stepped away from him. “Oh no, this can’t be happening.” She poured herself a splash of brandy and gulped it as Finn had done earlier. “Not again. I’ve spent the entire evening trying to seduce you, and I’ve made a total fool of myself. You don’t want to make love to me at all. It’s like Tim said. I’m a cold fish."

“No, no, nothing could be further from the truth.”

“Then what is it? I mean, I understand what happened when we were in the cabin. Neither one of us was ready then. But now? We’re in a whole different place. I love you.”

Realization dawned. “That’s it, isn’t it? I’ve scared you off.” She began to pace the room. “Finn, I only told you I love you because I wanted you to know how important tonight is ... was ... to me. How important you are to me.” She walked back to him. “I didn’t tell you because I expected anything in return. You don’t have to say it back. There are no strings, no promises. I just want to be with you.”

“I can’t. Not tonight.”

“You mean not ever.”

“That’s not true.”

“Sure it is, Finn. You’ve made love to plenty of women even when you haven’t been in love with them. But for some reason, I am an exception.”

"It’s not you; it’s me."

Jessica's hurt was turning to anger. "Did you just give me that old break up line?”

“No, of course not! I’m trying to explain what’s happening here.”

“There’s nothing happening. That’s the problem. You have no idea how nervous I’ve been all day, how hard this has been, knowing you’ve been with other women much more experienced than I am. How worried I’ve been that I would disappoint you.”

Finn reached out to touch her face. “You could never disappoint me.”

Jessica searched his eyes. “Then what is it, Finn? I don’t understand.”

“I’m not ready. I thought I was, but ... I need some space. We both need some space. This is an important decision.”

“Important decision? This isn’t a business merger. We’re talking about two people who care about each other making love.”

Jessica’s anger was getting the best of her. “Why don’t you tell me the truth instead of all these excuses? You were more than ready before Hannah and Ethan showed up.”

She began to pace again. “I’m sorry. If you’ve changed your mind, I can accept that. But I would at least like an explanation.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Jess. But my past keeps catching up with me. I need some time. I’m not sure …”

“Not sure what?”

“That I can return your feelings,” he admitted.

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About the Author

Stella Ann George lives in southeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, daughter, son, and her adorable long-haired chihuahua, Holly. She has been an avid reader all of her life. Her love of writing began in 4th grade when her teacher would post a picture in his classroom every Monday morning. By Friday, everyone had to write a story about it. She also loves to travel and has been around the USA, to Europe, and Australia and New Zealand. Her love of Australia inspired this story.

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Review Tuesday moved to Thursday: Terribly Tristan by Lisa Henry and Sarah Honey -- #MMRomance #RomCom #ReviewTuesday

Terribly Tristan by Lisa Henry and Sarah Honey

Pride Publishing, 2022

Tristan Montague is gorgeous, and he knows it. He can bed pretty much any gay guy he wants. So why shouldn’t he? Sleek and self-satisfied as a cat, Tristan believes in enjoying life. He sees himself as a beautiful butterfly, flitting from one man to the next, too enchanted with the delicious variety available to consider repeat performances.

He starts to question his dedication to promiscuity, however, when he meets Leo Fisher, the new owner of the dilapidated terrace house he inhabits with his friends Harry and Jack. Serious, sensible and a bit shy, Leo has inherited the house as well as the Pleasure Palace sex shop from his elderly, flamboyantly gay great-uncle Jimmy. Leo is seriously hot as well as adorably awkward. In addition to an intense (and mutual) physical attraction, Tristan discovers he has all sorts of unaccustomed feelings for Leo. But Leo’s aggressively respectable, upwardly mobile family, who barely acknowledge their son is gay, will never accept a boyfriend as fabulously unconventional as Tristan.

Tristan took over the Bad Boyfriend business when Harry “retired” to be with Jack. It’s just a lark and a bit of ready cash, until he has to use his skills to show Leo’s parents that they can’t dictate their son’s life or stand in the way of his freedom.

Terribly Tristan is another rollicking installment in Lisa Henry’s and Sarah Honey’s delightful Bad Boyfriends, Inc. series. Like the previous books, it’s lively and funny, dramatic and heart-warming. The dialogue is sharp, the characters vividly drawn and the comic situations skillfully realized. I’m impressed at the authors’ ability to spin out this premise into yet another entertaining volume.

Possibly my favorite aspect of this novel was its depiction of the genuine, generous gay sub-culture to which Uncle Jimmy belonged and of which Leo becomes a part. Along with the outrageous drag queen Miss O’Jenny, Jimmy was a pioneer for gay rights, and throughout his life he devoted some of his apparently considerable income to supporting LGBTQ+ youth. The warmth of Jimmy’s friends forms a strong contrast to the rigid, judgmental homophobia of Leo’s family.

The climactic scene, in which Tristan and Leo join the Fisher parents at a charity/political dinner in a swank yacht club, is a tour de force of plot twists. Every page offers another reveal. It’s a bit unbelievable, but it’s so much fun that I was more than willing to go along for the ride.

(That’s all I will say. It would be a shame to spoil the surprises!)

Terribly Tristan is yet another unparalleled success, an intelligent, well-crafted MM romance that will leave you feeling good all over.