Meet Dagon

 Count Down to Christmas

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More Than Want
Transporter St. Cyr picks up a passenger she cannot resist. Things heat up in outer space where its literally sex or death, when biology acts against St. Cyr. And yes, he had four arms.

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Meet Kyra

 Count Down to Christmas

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Nine Ladies Dancing
Kyra is so done with what other people want from her, and she is tired of the fantasy where the gorgeous millionaire rescues the poor stripper. That only ever happens in the movies.

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Meet Josh

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XXLL X-treme X-rated Lascivious Lords
A night out with friends is what Clary needs to take her mind off her failing relationship. But can she lose herself in the moment with a masked stripper and not think about Josh?

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Meet Lance

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Bang a Drummer
Cross dressing Lettie has the hots for a Celtic drummer who is hiding an even bigger, hairier secret than the one she is.

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The Twelve Dates of Christmas

Throwback Thursday to last year and the serial release of
the Twelve Dates of Christmas.


This sweet holiday romance was presented on each of the twelve days of Christmas last year, beginning on Christmas day.

You can read all twelve installments now, beginning with day one:…as-christmas-day/

Meet Blaze

Meet Blaze


His posture changed, his knees softened, and his chest lifted. He lifted his elbows and then his hands to shoulder level. One sandaled foot slid out, and he spun. He executed a perfect pirouette. His arms extended, and he leaped, doing the splits mid-air. He took small running steps and then he leaped again, this time gaining air, and spinning at least twice. He landed in what looked like a lunge, leg extended behind him, knee bent, arms and focus reaching out.

Glori made an undignified “ungph” sound as he landed. She knew he could dance, but not like that. She had never seen anything so amazing. She was taken in by his display of grace, poise, and strength. And that extended toe point. And he did it all in hiking sandals and shorts.

Blaze, eyes bright with exertion, hair wild from the spinning, caught sight of her by the door and smiled. He looked like a sun god, with flames escaping from his hair and eyes.

She licked her dry lips. “You’re a dancer. Like a serious dancer.”

Blaze’s smile widened. She leaned more heavily, letting the building hold her up since her knees were no longer able to support her weight.

“I couldn’t resist the call of a wide open floor.”

“You’re like a ballerina,” Glori said, still in awe at the way the man could move.

“Danseur,” he corrected, emphasizing the second syllable of the word. “And yes, classically trained, the whole bit.”


©2017 Lulu M Sylvian. Blaze and Glori from The Twelve Strippers of Christmas. Available Now

A Perfect Proposal cover reveal

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Craig had an urge to call out “hey honey I’m home“ as he walked into the kitchen and tossed his keys into the bowl where he always threw his keys.

Sounds from the living room indicated that Lysia was watching TV. Returning to noise was nice. It made this house not so empty and lonely.

He paused when he entered the living room. Lysia had been busy, she still was.

Colorful paper chains, garlands of popcorn and cranberries covered the tree. Small origami ornaments hung from the branches.

“It’s beautiful. How did you do all of this?” Craig stepped up to his tree, admiring all the work that Lysia had put into decorating it. He turned to look at her. Her hair was a mess, half in and half out of a ponytail. She had flecks of small cut paper on her cheek. She bit paper clips that she had twisted out of shape, and flags of tape hung off the edge of her hand. Magazine clippings surrounded her. A stapler lay on its side. The tape dispenser was almost empty. Paper clips were scattered everywhere. Popcorn spilled out of a microwave bag and onto the floor. A hotel-room emergency sewing kit lay open on top of an empty plastic bag that used to contain fresh cranberries.

She focused on the construction in front of her. Craig could make out aluminum foil, coffee filters, and cardboard. The rest was sheer magic. Lysia constructed an angel from recycling and found objects.

“There.” She said triumphantly as she placed the last piece of tape along the back between wings she had formed from, where those leaves?

The smile she gave Craig made him stupid. How had he managed to pass over the offered third date reward? Oh right, he wasn’t going to pressure her, and last night he had fallen asleep like a dork.

She bounced up and presented him with the angel. “You’re home just in time to place her on top of the tree.”

Home. It sounded warm and inviting coming from her lips. This was just a big house. She was making it a home by being here. By decorating his tree, by bringing her presence into his life.

He took the angel from her and pulled her to him for an embrace. She tipped her face to him, and he took her lips. “This is beautiful, thank you.” He said after ending the kiss.

He held her to him as he reached up and crowned the tree with her art. “It’s perfect.”

©2017 Lulu M Sylvian. A Perfect Proposal.

Meet Jason

Meet Jason

Amy started to apologize again before Jason cut her off. “I like that.” He paused. “I like you.”

She blushed. She was drawn to Jason, more than she had ever been drawn to anyone she had known for such a short time. But did she care? Yes, she cared what he thought of her, but did that mean she cared about him? Too many emotions swirled in and around her skull. Whatever she felt, she hoped he did make good on his offer to seduce her. She wanted it more than anything she could imagine.

Jason led Amy out of the restaurant. He dropped her hand and then spun on the ball of his foot, completing several full turns. He stopped with a jump, planting his feet. “Whoo!”

“I guess you enjoyed your supper?” Amy ran after him as he danced down the street.

Ignoring the crowded sidewalk, Jason leaped onto a planter before landing with another spin.

“If you were singing, I would think I’d been transported into a musical,” she said, looking up at Jason as he spun around a lamp pole.

He smiled down at her.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you’re dancing up the street like a mad man.” She laughed.

Jason twirled and executed an undulating body wave before coming to a stop in front of her.

The breath caught in her throat as he merged their personal spaces. “You are music that makes me feel like dancing,” he confessed in a low whisper.

Amy expected her face to burst into flames with the heat of her flush, but instead it was suddenly cold and wet. She lifted her face to the sky to watch the downpour overtake them.

She smiled into the rain. “It is like a musical, and now it’s raining.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?” Jason asked. She shook her head and looked into his eyes.

“It means the hero gets to kiss the girl.”

“Are you my hero, Jason?” Amy asked, focusing on his lips.

“If you let me.”

Amy closed her eyes as Jason’s mouth covered hers. His lips felt hot in the chill of the rain. She leaned into him, tasting his lips and his tongue. His kiss pulled at her core, her entire body flaring up like liquid fire. She wanted to feel all of him. His lips and arms were not nearly enough. Her entire being shook with need, with want. His arms tightened around her.

Her brain disengaged, and her perception of the world went fuzzy.

©2017 Lulu M Sylvian. Five Glowing Rings from The Twelve Strippers of Christmas. Available Now

Meet Thorne

Meet Thorne from The Twelve Strippers of Christmas

You’re in a club, twenty-one and over, and you’re drinking a kiddie drink. Designated driver?“ A gravely male voice, low and somewhat sexy, asked me.

I turned, tilted my gaze up, and froze. Any semblance of a witty retort evaporated from my tongue. Long black hair, dark eyes, heavy eyeliner, full lips, square chin. My idea of the quintessential rock star stood smirking at my drink.

I dropped my eyes and stared at his hands. Tattooed knuckles bedecked in heavy silver rings gripped a steaming mug. I couldn’t look directly at him. I already felt the wobbles of turning into once-human goo deep in my gut. I followed his hand to a wrist wrapped in leather and chain bracelets and a few dripping scarves.

Coffee?” I managed to say.

Yeah.” He held the mug up in salute before taking a sip. That ‘yeah’ was really quite a sexy sound.

You’re picking on me for drinking a Roy Rogers, and you’re drinking coffee? Trying to get sober?” I’m not sure how I was able to form words. My throat was dry, and my tongue felt swollen. I always lost the ability to speak coherently around good looking men. It was a good thing I was sitting down, because I know my knees had forgotten how to work.

He huffed. “Trying to stay sober. You?”


©2017 Lulu M Sylvian. Calling Bird from The Twelve Strippers of Christmas. Available October 2017

Meet Marmalade

Marmalad Prize Rooster

Tyler stalked thru every last tent, and he literally crawled between them as well. Still no bird. And no one had seen any more roosters running around.

He checked out the main entrance and wished he hadn’t left his jacket in the pickup. A fine drizzle and diminishing light were going to make the next half of his search miserable. For Kolby, he would do this in his bare feet in the snow. She had kissed his face, and her lips had felt like clouds. He stepped out into the weather.

After a fruitless search that took longer than he wanted, and probably not half the time that was needed, Tyler returned empty-handed to the rooster tent.

Kolby sat on the table. Her torso and arms draped over the crate holding the smaller of the two roosters. Her dark hair, in a thick braid, hung limply over her shoulder. She wiped at her nose, still sniffling.

His heart broke to see her so sad. He had watched, from too far away, as she established herself as a Marans breeder. Her birds consistently produced the desired dark brown eggs. Her hens were full and fluffy with dark feathers, and the roosters were picture-book quality. To lose her spokesmodel and top show bird had to feel like a kick in the teeth.

And here he was again, watching her from too far away.

He would give anything to be her hero but he’d failed miserably.

“Kolby?” He didn’t want to startle her, didn’t want to cause her any more grief.

Her puffy red eyes lifted to meet his steady gaze. When she saw he had no bird in his arms, she didn’t smile the way she usually did when she saw him.

He shook his head and opened his empty arms. He was so sorry, so unbelievable sorry. He would give anything to see her smile again, but he was only able to deliver bad news.

Kolby rushed into his arms, holding onto him as fiercely as if he was the only person who could save her.

©2017 Lulu M Sylvian. Three French Cockerels from The Twelve Strippers of Christmas. Available October 2017