ROMANCE • CONTEMPORARY • PARANORMAL
When you’re thirsty and hot cocoa simply will not do.
Let this spicy holiday collection satisfy your need for a quickie.
Five fast-read Christmas shorts to keep you in the holiday mood. You may have caught a few of these previously in limited edition anthologies, now they are all together in a single collection for your entertainment.
FALLING INTO CHAOS
This time last year my published work of fiction was released!
The Twelve Strippers of Christmas was the result of an epic challenge, and being the slightly competitive person that I was, I stepped in it.
Most authors will tell you, they are tempted by the “Oh shiny” prospect of the next story, another idea in the middle of a deadline. Two years ago my distractions kept coming in the form of male strippers. They were dancing in, and flexing muscles and demanding my attention.
I described this problem to a few writer friends, and the solution to write short stories to “get these guys out of your hair” was proposed. Which somehow led to a discussion of when to release for holiday novels, which led to:
How could I not prove her right?
Count Down to Christmas
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.
Count Down to Christmas
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.
Count Down to Christmas
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?
Count Down to Christmas
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.
The Twelve Strippers of Christmas is a collection of short stories all around the theme of the Twelve Days of Christmas.
With a twist
and a thrust
and some break away snaps.
Available in paperback and ebook October 26, 2017. Presale info coming soon.
Whoo hoo, Christmas in July! Well, not really. But I am listening to a lot of Christmas music as I finalize this collection of short stories.
Here’s an excerpt from Les Poules Françaises
“Dancing Queen.” Nick purred as Katie approach the front of the club. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
She placed a hand over his kiss and blushed slightly. It was cute.
He glanced behind her checking to confirm she had not been followed by the grabby Gwinney.
“Just you?” He asked.
“I told you it would just be me. Disappointed?” Her smile lit up her face. Her eyes looked bigger and brighter with sparkling gold make-up. He wanted to poke his fingers through the loops in her hair style.
“Thrilled it’s just you. That Gwinney is like some excitable puppy who doesn’t understand the commands sit, stay, leave me the f*k alone.” Nick paid for their entrance into the club.
“She thinks you’re hot.” Katie explained as she followed Nick further inside.
“Of course she does. I am hot, and I work damn hard to make sure people know it.” Nick stroked his hand in the air down the front of his body, displaying the artistry that went into tonight’s outfit.
His hair had been shaved on the sides and piled high in the middle. Braids with beads and peacock feathers lined the side of his mohawk and draped down his back with the longer lengths of blue and black hair. His make-up was all in shades of black and silver. He wore a cropped leather biker jacket with a tight peacock print t-shirt. Everything else was black leather and silver studs.
“Modest much?” Katie laughed. She shoved her gloves into her coat pocket and passed it to the coat check girl.
“Oh, you should talk, Miss Victory Curls and swishy skirt. I don’t see you here in scrubs and nursing shoes. Why should women have all the fun in dressing up and looking good?”
“Point taken.” Katie agreed. “But it lures in hapless victims like Gwinney. And it confuses her. She sees the pretty, she wants the pretty, she doesn’t understand why the pretty doesn’t want her back.”
“Are you calling me pretty?” Nick looked down his nose at her.
Katie shook her head and bit her lower lip. He needed to get her on the dance floor before he pushed her against the back wall and messed up the makeup they both wore.