And the winner of A Chris-mas Miracle is…
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Hi and thanks for having me! My name is Erzabet Bishop and I write all manner of erotic romance. Today I would like to introduce my novella Holidays in Hell. Jonas is an incubus with a bit of a problem. He has to complete his contract or else and he has one more soul to claim to meet his quota. Holly is a woman still grieving her late husband, but the stirrings of interest that occur when Jonas walks into her bookstore/holiday shop are too steamy to ignore. The combination is combustible. A demon with a Christmas fetish and a woman with a penchant for reading BDSM novels…what could be better?
Writing about BDSM and the holidays was a whole lot of fun. I thought about it for weeks. I hung Christmas lights and garlands in my writing space, trying to come up with a story that was original. Scouring books, I thought up naughty things to do with holiday paraphernalia (that was way more fun than it should have been.) Then it hit me. What about a lust demon with a penchant for Christmas ornaments? And of course said lust demon (Jonas) needed a smart aleck friend to give him endless Hell. Enter Mallory, a succubus with flair and a habit of saying just what’s on her mind. Talk about giving her friend a rash of something for being different! It made me smile and I think we may be seeing more from Mallory in the near future.
Again, thanks for having me on the blog and I hope your holidays are spicy and oh so sweet…
Deck the halls with all things kinky. Jonas is an incubus with an incurable lust for gingerbread and holiday lights. When he finds himself falling for Holly Pendleton, the woman he has marked as the final soul to end his contract, he faces a heart wrenching decision: take what he needs to feed his hunger or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on fire. Tied up with red ribbons, Holly just might be Jonas’s deepest Christmas wish and the one woman who could set him free.
Giveaway: One lucky commenter will receive an e-book copy of Holidays in Hell. Contest ends 12/21 at 11:59PM EDT.
Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books.
Although she is new to Breathless Press, she is a contributing author to several websites and magazines and has an extremely impressive backlist of more than 50 books, articles and short stories and was also a finalist for the GCLS 2014 awards in two separate categories. She will be releasing several new titles through Breathless Press in the coming months.
She lives in Texas with her husband and furry children, and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects, and watch monster movies.
When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.
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My latest story from Evernight Publishing’s Romance On the Go line, A Chris-mas Miracle, is out now!
I’m a total sucker for holiday tales and Christmas stories in particular. The holidays can be a time of the year when people think most about their family and miss home. Drew is an American exchange student studying in Newcastle, Australia, thousands of miles away from his home. Chris is his co-worker, best friend and confidant. From experience, we all know being away from your family during this time of the year can be lonely. Even though Drew is far from home, Chris makes sure he’s not alone during this Christmas.
Today I thought I’d share a few things you might not know about Drew and Chris’ story:
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Exchange student Drew Clarke should be happy. With a once in a lifetime opportunity to travel all over Australia he shouldn’t have any worries. But when his straight roommate, who he has a crush on, kisses Drew then freaks…he’s left without his only friend.
Alone during the holidays and in a foreign country, Drew finds himself lonely. When he meets surfing lifeguard, Scott, he thinks he’s found a distraction in six feet of easy on the eyes male. But when Scott wants to keep Drew in the closet, Drew’s had enough. Will his sexy friend and co-worker Chris be able to pull off a miracle for Drew and make his holiday happy?
**Giveaway: One eBook copy of A Chris-mas Miracle from Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line. Comment to enter. Contest ends 12/18 at 11:59PM EDT.
Nikka Michaels lives in the Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking up romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story.
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Hello, Lagniappers! I’m back with a new book to share!
My newest, Three Little Words, is coming from Kensington – Lyrical Press on Monday, December 15th and I am so excited to share it with you. When I first started writing it, I wanted to do a quick (and dirty) little story about a woman reclaiming a bit of the woman she used to be. As it went on, I found that I liked the idea of concentrating the story on what happened between Josie and Greg in just that one magical night. That means this tasty set up for an awkward encounter after ended up in the cutting file.
She had no choice to step up. Just as she had no choice but to get a little cash flowing into the coffers while she looked for something more permanent. Jo didn’t suffer any delusions about a woman of a certain age finding a job that paid as well as Insucorp. The bastards.
Stuffing her indignation down deep, she tugged at the seams of her skirt, tipped her chin up, then marched up the bunglow’s shallow brick stairs. A discrete brass plaque invited her to walk right in. She surveyed the deserted reception area, then stepped inside. A tiny brass bell mounted to the inside of the door announced her arrival to the empty room. A disgruntled male voice called out from another room.
“I’ve had it with the temps, Will. They swear they know how to use this software, but I spend half the day trying to undo the mess they made. It’s a sad, sorry fucking day when I know more about a spreadsheet than anyone else,” he grumbled. “And this last one…I swear she asked me how to spell my name six times. It’s only five fucking letters!”
Taken aback by the greeting, Jo tucked her leather folio under her arm and planted a hand on the abandoned desk, ignoring the fine layer of dust that coated surface, and opened her mouth to correct his assumptions.
“Either you go down to Florida and haul Marnie back her bodily, or I’m hiring the next person I meet who can spell ‘cat’ properly.”
Jo slapped a hand to her mouth to suppress a laugh, but then thought the better of censoring herself when there was a job at stake. One ripe for the taking. Craning her neck to peer into the next room, she cleared her throat then gave the hard-hitting interview question her best shot. “I believe it’s C-A-T, and I’ll take the job.”
A deafening silence descended on the office. She held her breath, grimacing at her own impetuosity. Would she never outgrow the impulse to be a smart-ass? The faint rustle of papers stirred the nervous flutter in her tummy into rolling panic. She plucked the slim binder from under her arm and turned on her heel, preparing to flee, but the voice caught up to her just as she reached the door.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were my partner—”
A sharp intake of breath coupled with the tickle of unmistakable familiarity to turn her feet to clay.
Heat—searing, painful, a thousand times hotter than the hottest hot flash heat—flooded every millimeter of skin. Desperation helped her latch onto the one weapon she could locate in the debris of this disastrous outing. Twisting her torso, she turned to meet Greg’s startled gaze. “Partner?”
He cocked his head, a slow smile of wonder spreading. “Will. Will Tarrant and I are the S & T in ST Development.”
She’d been set up, pure and simple.
I love awkward, so it about killed me to cut it, but I’m recycling parts of it for the sequel I’m writing now. So tell me, have you had one of those awkward dating run-ins? Share a little with me in the comments and I give away a digital copy of Three Little Words to one lucky winner! Contest ends 12/14 at 11:59PM EST.
Thanks for having me again! Here’s the scoop on Three Little Words:
It’s never too late to make the best impulsive decision of your life.
Jo Masters isn’t the party girl she used to be, but now that she’s a woman without obligations, she’s ready to recapture a little of her misspent youth. Her niece’s wedding, with its open bar and dark dance floor, proves to be the perfect opportunity to let loose.
Gregory Stark is just trying to make it through his son’s wedding day… and make some time with the gorgeous brunette on the bride’s side of the aisle. His kid’s wedding probably isn’t the best occasion to put the moves on the sexy woman, who introduces herself only as ‘Josie’, but his best friend is closing in on her too and he has to act fast. With a couple of tequila shots under his belt, Greg propositions Josie — and neither wants to refuse.
By day Maggie Wells is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. She’ll tell you she’s a deep down dirty girl, but you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, she just can’t help herself… That’s part of her charm.