Well it's that time of year
If I have to celebrate Christmas
I'm doing it my style
So enjoy!
Catch you all in the New Year
Friday, 12 December 2014
Thursday, 11 December 2014
Guest Blogger ~ Peyton Brittany Clarke: Blood Bond
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Blurb
Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton
McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he
can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton
refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are
caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with
two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking
on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of
them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are
off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is
strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.
General
Excerpt
After having dropped Brody off
with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’
dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as
they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly
hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their
tactics.
“Hahaha! The cops are after
you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of
sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium
frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength
he was able to muster.
Of the two, he was more
introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They
were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the
exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did
not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing
beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was
there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he
did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to
do with their life here.
“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling,
he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw
sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing,
icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her
alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any
other way.
“With all that happens in the
world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She
rolled her eyes.
“Yes, true, but they don’t make
an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the
game’s controller.
“Do they have a Divorce Court
one?” she asked dryly.
“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied,
not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”
Jarrod laughed. “Good one.
Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His
was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.
The sound was a heartbreaker
she could not not resist.
“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t
you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.
“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling
again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.
She sighed, her heart not
allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I
support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst
behavior.”
Lizzie waited for a response
but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.
“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton
whined.
She picked up her plate and
took it into the kitchen with her.
“Two bottles of beer, coming
up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and
smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose.
The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind,
because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.
She heard a chirp and frowned,
wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced
at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked
at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She
pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.
She searched through the junk
drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on
and saw that she had a text message.
Lizzie opened it. It’s been
set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.
She texted back. Are you sure?
She chewed her bottom lip as
she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is
up to you.
A shiver went down her spine.
She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.
“Where’s our beer?” Colton
asked behind her.
“Oh, sorry,” she said,
unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the
bottles.
He paused. “Something wrong?”
“No. Nothing at all.”
ADULT
EXCERPT
She escorted him to the front
door. Standing inches away from him, she heard his sound breathing.
“I wasn’t even trying hard.
Poor baby, are you bored?” she whispered.
He leaned forward and sniffed
the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her
skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while
his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.
“You think you can keep up?”
she asked, her breaths jagged.
“I was gonna ask you the same
thing.”
His piercing blue eyes
constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss,
taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her
neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off
his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as
they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.
Her back slammed against her
bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his
tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal
desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified
ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.
He grabbed her ass and lifted
her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard
crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out
of her body. She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him
around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the
other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She
squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones
for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping from the
lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.
He paused, caught his breath
and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over
his shoulder.
Lizzie giggled with a dreamy,
awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.
He tossed her onto the bed and
ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound
and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of
her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was
building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly,
freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping
with pre-cum.
She gasped as he sank into her,
filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded
her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes,
before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he
penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and
holding her hip with the other.
She grunted with each thrust as
his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since
any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into
the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.
He released her hair and held
her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her
climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he
continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as
he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him.
His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her. The muscles in her
center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.
She knew an alpha of his status
could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He
paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come
but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the
encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.
She tightened her muscles once
again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his
expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No
ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense
from such an onslaught.
About
Peyton
Peyton lives in Michigan where she dreams
of summers that aren't so humid. She and her husband have been married for over
a decade and he often lends a helping hand or opinion or two when she's writing
a steamy love scene.
She loves to travel and hopes to make it to
a romance writers convention sometime soon to meet her idols in the genre
without getting too much "stalkage" in the process.
When she is not on the net, she is reading
about the life of her latest "book boyfriend" from a favorite author
or in the midst of creating her own.
If you'd like to to contact her, drop her
an e-mail. She loves hearing from her fans and admirers.
Find Peyton Here
Guest Blogger ~ Charlie Richards: A Nip Of Good Cheer [A Loving Nip]
Coming Soon from eXtasy Books!
Release Date: December, 2014
BLURB:
Just a
little Love Bite: When you ignore your senses, you can miss out on something
pretty important.
Daystrum Striplan,
second in command of the Esson vampire coven, knows he's been distracted the
past month or two. He just can't figure out what tugs at his mind...or
rather...whom. Every night Daystrum's
dreams are plagued by a slender male figure with striking blue eyes. When he
wakes, his fangs ache with the need to sink them into the man's column of
tanned flesh and taste his blood. Unfortunately, Daystrum can't remember where
or when--hell, even if--he's met the man in his dreams. Then, the evening of
the coven Christmas party, Daystrum scents the object of his obsession, Korbin
Harris. Unfortunately, he's not the only one who notices the human. Vargas, a
leading member of a visiting coven also expresses his interest, and that
vampire doesn't have to beg forgiveness for forgetting their first meeting...a
meeting that Korbin remembers. Can Daystrum earn the forgiveness and affection
of his wayward beloved?
Excerpt:
Daystrum followed the trail of
Korbin’s scent. Rounding the corner, he spotted Korbin pacing back and forth in
the hallways, three steps to the left, four steps to the right, and back again.
Korbin ran a hand through his short, black hair, then rested his hand on the
back of his neck and massaged the tendons there.
Even clearly agitated, Daystrum
found Korbin the sexiest man he’d ever seen. However, he didn’t like seeing the
young man so worked up. Unable to fight the need to soothe Korbin, Daystrum
started toward him.
Korbin had just hung up the phone
when Daystrum reached his side and rested a hand on his shoulder. The human
jerked sideways, away from his touch, as he spun to face him. Daystrum lifted
his hands in the universal easy does it
signal.
“Crap, you startled me,” Korbin
muttered. His cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as he held his hand to his
chest. “Wh-What are you doing here?”
“I apologize,” Daystrum told him.
“I saw you slip away and wanted to make certain you were okay.” He paused,
thinking quickly, before adding, “I could scent that you were a bit upset.”
Waving a hand vaguely toward the phone Korbin held in his right hand. “Is
everything okay?”
Licking his lips, Korbin’s gaze
flicked from him to the wall toward the floor, back to his face again. “Uh,
n-no,” he said, shifting nervously from foot to foot. “My friend Paul needs
help.”
Korbin returned his free hand to
his neck again and massaged the tendons again, clearly agitated. He lowered his
gaze, then his cheeks flushed darker. As Daystrum watched, Korbin’s eyes
widened just a bit, then he snapped his head back up. His scent intensified.
Daystrum’s mouth watered with the
scent of Korbin’s blood rushing to his face, the life-giving force pounding
through the veins of his neck. The heady scent called to Daystrum. He took a
step forward and rested a hand on Korbin’s shoulder, his thumb rubbing over the
Korbin’s pulse point.
“Korbin.” Daystrum whispered the
human’s name, his body nearly vibrating with the need to pull the man into is
arms and make him his own. “Your smell—”
“I need to go,” Korbin whispered,
tension thrumming under Daystrum’s fingertips.
Daystrum lifted his other hand to
cup Korbin’s jaw. “And I need to taste your lips,” he whispered. “Then I will
take you anywhere you want to go.” Daystrum knew it was a bit heavy-handed, but
with the scent of Korbin’s arousal and blood causing his own senses to sing,
his need overruled his good sense.
Lowering his hold from his neck
to Korbin’s back, Daystrum tugged Korbin closer as he lowered his head. With
the hand Daystrum had on Korbin’s jaw, he tilted his human’s head up. First,
Daystrum brushed his lips over Korbin’s upper lip, then his lower, then he
sealed his mouth over Korbin’s.
Korbin let out a strangled gasp,
which Daystrum took full advantage of. He thrust his tongue out, slipping it
between Korbin’s lips. Swirling around Korbin’s mouth, Daystrum explored the
other man, enjoying his honey flavor mixed with a hint of beer. He lapped and
teased Korbin’s tongue, entreating him to join in exploration.
Finally, Korbin’s lips relaxed,
and he brought his free hand up to grip the lapel of Daystrum’s jacket. Leaning
into him, Korbin’s head tilted just a bit more and his tongue came out to lap
against Daystrum’s tentatively. Humming in appreciation, Daystrum suckled
gently on the appendage. Korbin whined, feeding Daystrum’s need.
Wanting to hear more of those
noises, Daystrum scraped his fang lightly over Korbin’s tongue. Korbin rewarded
him with a groan and a fisted—phone-filled—hand pressed against his hip.
Daystrum growled into his mouth, liking his soon-to-be lover’s responses. He wanted
more…and he sure as hell wanted Korbin as his own.
With that primal thought in mind,
when Korbin lapped at his fang, Daystrum changed the angle just enough to once
again scrape his fang across Korbin’s tongue. The prick, harder this time, drew
blood. Daystrum tasted the couple of beads that welled up, one sweet burst of
flavor after another.
My
beloved!
About Charlie:
Charlie
is a happily married mother of many four-legged furry animals. Born in Lakeland,
Florida, raised in Orchard Park, New York, and currently living in...heck,
yeah! I'm in Trail, Oregon! Been here just a short while & still getting
acclimated. The neighbors are awesome & the scenery wonderful... I'll try
not to let it distract me from writing to much.
Charlie has
seen her share of frigid winters, stifling hot summers, and dry windy days. You'll
often find her curled up on the sofa with her laptop and a cup of tea... or if
it's in the evening, a glass of red wine, letting her imagination create her
next book.
FIND
CHARLIE HERE
Wednesday, 10 December 2014
Guest Blogger ~ Lexi Ander: Keeping Faith
Holidays Traditions
Around
this time of year we all participate in traditions whether it’s an age old activity
that has been handed down year after year such as searching for the perfect
Christmas tree or baking that one special dish only made at this time of year.
My sister puts her Christmas tree up on November 1st. I like making all kinds
of candy that I can't possibly eat. (Well, except for the peanut brittle. I'll
hoard that all to myself.) One of my brothers follows our parent's holiday
traditions. I married and later converted, so we celebrate Chanukah with eight
nights of feasting. My nieces and I will sit around and talk while crocheting
scarves, hats, and gloves that we gift all the way through January.
Every
family has an activity that is special to them whether it's gorging on holiday
movies with a vat of caramel corn or volunteering at the local soup kitchen.
The list is diverse and vast. What one of your favorite holiday traditions? Can
fruitcake be a holiday tradition? I'm one of those crazy people who love
fruitcake and every year I sample as many as I can looking for the perfect
fruit cake. :)
While
writing Keeping Faith, I wanted the
Trent, Brock, and AJ to have a tradition all their own. They come from
different backgrounds. They've had varying experiences that have had an impact
on who they are and what they desire for their future. Plus, they are still
growing together, learning what it means to become a family unit.
I
probably should say, Keeping Faith is
a holiday story that isn't… well… a typical holiday story. Most of the stories
set in this time of year are cute and fun. Keeping
Faith does have some of the sweet and fuzzy moments but then it shoots down
the nail-biting road of, "Holy crap! What just happened?" Hopefully,
you'll come out on the other side with a, "Wow," and an,
"Aww". Hopefully. *grins*
~ Lexi
Publisher:
Firborn Publishing, LLC
Release
Date: November 28th, 2014
Genre:
Action/Adventure, ADVISORY—Contains moderate violence, Category Length
Novel, Comedy/Humor, Contemporary, Family Drama, Happy Ending, HEAT, Holiday-Winter,
Male/Male, Ménage, Mystery/Suspense, Part of Series, Romance
Heat Level:
3 Flames
Blurb:
Trent, Brock, and AJ are excited to spend
Christmas together in their new home but secrets and dark dealings by Trent's
estranged father interrupt their plans. Brock is kidnapped and Trent and AJ
scramble to find a way to get Brock back before it is too late.
Several months after Trent Harte was drafted into
the NFL, he, AJ Barnes, and Brock Everette are settling into their new home in
Miami. Christmas is approaching and they are excited to share another holiday
season with each other. Unbeknownst to them, William Harte, Trent's estranged
father double-crossed a deadly adversary and then disappeared. To draw William
out of hiding, Trent becomes a target. In a horrible twist of fate, the
kidnappers grab Brock instead leaving AJ and Trent scrambling to find a way get
Brock back. Detectives believe Trent is responsible, and with each passing hour
the likelihood of Brock returning home alive dwindles.
Brock traded his safety to ensure his lovers were
out of harm's way. He would do it again even knowing he'd end up captured and
restrained in a part of town that no one in their right mind would willingly
go. The kidnappers are terrifying, but Brock is a fighter, holding onto hope
with both hands. He must decide to either wait to be rescued or find a way to
escape. Stuck between the wills of a ruthless assassin and an insane mob thug,
something needs to happen soon or he'll never see Trent and AJ again.
Excerpt:
Trent puttered around the kitchen
waiting impatiently for Brock and AJ to get their butts out of bed. This was
Day One of their surprises for the holidays. On the six days counting down to
Christmas they gave each other something small, either fun or serious, but
always inexpensive. The tradition started the first year they were together in
college. With their crazy schedules and limited time, Brock was the first one
to hide gifts all over the apartment for them. Most of the presents were gag
gifts, or just plain gross, but always meant to give them a laugh or two. Not
without manners, unless Trent wanted his mother to track him down and string
him up, he hesitantly reciprocated Brock's gesture even though he was unsure
how his humor would be taken by his new lovers. He shouldn't have worried.
The first Christmas they went
their separate ways for the holidays. AJ flew to Iowa. Trent stayed with his
mother, making the obligatory day trip to his father's on Christmas day. That
year he'd left his father's in an angry huff. Instead of returning to his
mother's Trent went back home to the apartment to be alone only to discover
Brock had never left.
Initially, Trent had been angry
Brock hadn't told them he had nowhere to go, no family to visit and celebrate
with. He'd cleverly deflected questions regarding his holiday travels without
him or AJ catching on. Trent called AJ who made arrangements to fly home early
and they spent the rest of the holiday break together.
The next year he and AJ joined
Brock in the fun of leaving gifts around the apartment for each other,
beginning the tradition of six days of surprises before Christmas Day. Trent
looked forward to seeing the expressions on AJ's and Brock's faces when they
opened what he got them. The holiday seasons with his father had been cold and
sterile. His mother did her best to add warmth to the season and Trent loved
her all the more for the effort but it didn't compare to what he had here with
Brock and AJ, his real family.
Trent poured a cup of coffee,
adding some cream and sugar before he wandered into the living room. In the
corner stood a real conifer tree lending a piney scent to the room. He plugged
in the tree lights and stepped back, watching the tree flicker to life as he
sipped his coffee.
Brock had overruled them on what
they would be decorating with. The theme was heavily the NFL Dolphins' team
colors mixed with other homemade ornaments sent to them by AJ's sister, Susan.
Strangely, Brock had latched on to them like they were made of gold. Trent
sometimes wondered if Brock's love for the holiday came from the lack of
holiday spirit as he grew up in foster care or because he remembered the
holidays with his family before the tragedy.
The floorboards upstairs creaked
and Trent's heart sped up with his rising excitement. He gulped his coffee too
fast, scalding his tongue when Brock somehow skidded down the last four steps
of the stairs, closely followed by AJ. Both were shirtless, wearing only PJ
pants.
"Good morning, Trent,"
Brock said absently, not glancing at him but his gaze slowly travelled around
the room, searching.
Trent smirked into his cup. AJ
followed Brock into the room, looking behind and under things. There were like
a couple of kids on an Easter egg hunt. Once the living room had been
thoroughly searched, both AJ and Brock glanced back up the stairs at the same
time, making Trent laugh aloud.
About Lexi:
Lexi
has always been an avid reader, and at a young age started reading (secretly)
her mother’s romances (the ones she was told not to touch). She was the only
teenager she knew of who would be grounded from reading. Later, with a pencil
and a note book, she wrote her own stories and shared them with friends because
she loved to see their reactions. A Texas transplant, Lexi now kicks her boots
up in the Midwest with her Yankee husband and her eighty-pound puppies named
after vacuum cleaners.
Find Lexi Here
Guest Blogger ~Lisabet Sarai: Slush
Slush: A Holiday Romance
I’m celebrating the release of
my first self-published book, Slush, a heartwarming M/F erotic
romance story set in frigid Boston. It’s available now from Smashwords and Amazon, for only 99 cents! Coming soon to iTunes, Kobo, and B&N!
And if you want more holiday
reading, I’ve got two free PDF stories—yours just for the asking. Silver
Bells is a steamy M/F/M BDSM tale. Last Minute Gift is a M/M story,
filled with humor, heat and heart. If you’d like a copy of either one, just
email me HERE and let
me know which one you want.
Blurb
Hot shot Boston lawyer Ian
Pierce has everything but peace of mind. Christmas Eve finds him alone, wading
through the slush to his BMW so he can drive back to his lonely luxury
apartment. Then everything goes black. He awakens with an aching skull to find
himself in a freezing, boarded-up garage occupied by a street kid. At first he
blames the dodgy-looking youth for his troubles, but before long he realizes
the raggedy girl who rescued him from the gutter may well be a Christmas angel
in disguise.
Excerpt
He grasped her
pointed little chin with his other hand to draw her closer. She didn’t resist.
Now her face was mere inches away, her steel-gray eyes fixed on his. Her lips
parted. Her breath came fast, in little sighing pants. He ached for that sweet,
enticing mouth, an ache that drowned out the residual throbbing in his skull
and even the swollen pulse of need in his groin.
He didn’t dare. He
was afraid—afraid she’d pull away, afraid of screwing up something simple and
perfect with his selfishness .
In the end, she made
the first move, leaning toward him just enough to press her lips against his.
That was enough. He released her hand to wrap his arms around her and clutch
her to his chest, kissing her with a ferocity he couldn’t control. He needed
this so badly—the warmth, the softness the illusion that someone cared...
Daisy returned his
kiss with equal desperation. She opened to him without any prodding, sucking
his tongue into her mouth to tangle with her own. Her fingernails scored his
back even through the undershirt as she tried to pull him closer. She plunged
her tongue into his mouth, nipped at the corner of his cold-chapped lips,
moaned and writhed in his arms when he slid away to nuzzle the hollow under her
ear.
“Ian...please...”
All at once she broke their embrace. With one fluid movement, she dragged her
tee shirt over her head, baring modest but flawless breasts topped with
cranberry-red nipples. She didn’t say anything further, just held his gaze as
she hiked up her buttocks and rolled the knit long-johns down over her creamy
thighs. A gust of female musk rose from the blond tangle hiding her pussy,
masking the scents of charred wood, diesel and rot.
In two breaths,
Ian’s half-erect penis swelled to full hardness. Daisy lay back on the blanket
with her knees raised and her moist sex open to his view, tempting him. He
yearned to launch his body onto hers, to mash those luscious little tits
against his chest and drive his cock into the hot, wet cleft that exuded such a
heavenly fragrance. Something held him back, though. I don’t deserve her, he
thought. She’s too young, too strong, too
good... too good for a nasty, angry son of a bitch like me.
They remained
motionless, eyes locked, for long seconds. Daisy licked her lips and spread her
thighs wider. “Don’t you want me, Ian?” She gave him a mischievous grin. “The
last chance I had to shower was yesterday morning, at the Y—do I smell bad?
“You smell
delicious,” he replied, completely sincere. “But...”
“But what? It’s
Christmas Eve. Let’s celebrate, while we can.”
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Lisabet has decided celebrate the holidays by writing what’s in her heart. If it sells, great – but all she really wants to do is touch a few readers.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website, along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance, she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors.
Tuesday, 9 December 2014
Guest Blogger ~ Willow Brooke: Home for the Holiday’s—A Hoorah Christmas
Hey
everyone and thank you so much to N.J. Nielsen for inviting me to visit! With
the holidays approaching, I want to take time out to bring attention to our men
and women in uniform who won’t be sitting in front of a Christmas tree with
their loved ones. Instead, they will be in a dirty tent, in the middle of God
knows where, doing their job to give us yet another blessed day with our loved
ones. They go without a huge buffet of food and settle for a MRE. They
sacrifice sleep, food, comforts, and being with the people they love year after
year. Please take a moment and be thankful, say a prayer, and know that they’ve
got this shit! Cherish your loved ones, and celebrate not only for you, but for
all of our soldiers also. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Blurb:
Willow
Brooke was born in Northern California and has moved around frequently,
currently settling in Colorado. She has three children that are the light of
her life and two dogs that insist on taking up half the bed at night.
When her
nose isn’t stuck in a book or her fingers flying away at her computer, Willow
loves spontaneously taking off to find an adventure of her own. Whether it be
fishing, riding horses or quads, or walking the streets of the city to the
local shops and concerts, the world is her entertainment. She is a laid back,
take it as it comes and roll with the times kind of girl who knows how to find
humor in just about anything.
So take
a seat, hold on tight, and let her take you for one hell of a ride!
Excerpt:
“Ssshhh.
It’s going to be okay, sugar. Sit right here for a minute and let me look at Bandit.”
She nodded, the streams streaking down her little pink cheeks. Vince reached
over and soothed the horse, talking softly. “Easy, boy. That’s it. You took a
pretty good jolt, didn’t ya?” He examined the scratches on the horse’s head and
noted a few stitches would probably be needed to seal the wound. When he
reached for Bandit’s front leg, the horse whinnied. “Whoa, boy. Let me look.” The
horse’s leg didn’t appear to be broke, but it’d need x-rayed and treated just
the same. Vince pulled out his cell phone and punched a few numbers, sighing in
relief when Dave Mars answered. Dave was Doc Mar’s oldest son and had become
one of the best vets in Justice for livestock. He quickly greeted him and
explained the situation, relieved that Dave was able to come right over. When
he hung up, Vince turned back to a still sobbing little girl and smiled. “That
was Dave Mars. He’s on his way over to take a look at Bandit. Everything’s
gonna be okay, sweetheart. Why don’t you run back to the house and let them
know you aren’t hurt, okay?”
“‘Kay.
You won’t leave Bandit alone, will you?” She petted the side of Bandit’s neck,
the horse nuzzling her little hand in reassurance.
“No,
baby, I won’t leave him alone.”
Heather
leaned down and kissed Bandit’s nose, careful not to get near the gash on the
horse’s cheek. He looked up at her and rubbed her cheek, his concern for her
evident. The animal was more worried about her than the wounds it had. Heather
reluctantly stood and stared back toward the house, thanking Vince for helping.
“I’ll take Majesty and unsaddle her.”
“Thank
you, Heather. You are a very big girl. Once Bandit is patched up you can come
out to the barn and say goodnight.”
“‘Kay.”
Heather mounted Majesty and walked her back toward the barn, her little sobs
fading in the distance. Mac trotted behind them as their own personal
bodyguard, intent on seeing her home safe. He was a soldier through and
through.
Vince
sat down next to Bandit in an attempt to keep the horse still until the vet got
there. If he were to try to stand, it’d only hurt him more. His wait wasn’t
long. He heard the sound of a truck pulling up the drive and watched it enter
the gate into the pasture, coming toward them. Bandit started to squirm but
Vince held his bridle and continued talking to him, relieved when the truck
stopped a good distance away. When the driver’s side door opened, Vince
gasped.
Strolling
toward him carrying a large medical bag was the Mar’s son he’d secretly
fantasized about since the night he’d met him. He'd been dating Nathan, Dave’s
brother, for quite some time now but he couldn’t help but drool over the
thought of Dave. The two were similar in looks and build, but a roughness in
Dave’s icy blue eyes called to Vince in his dreams. He’d never admitted his
attraction to himself much less anyone else, but damn if he could deny it
now.
Those
muscular long legs strode toward him, his broad muscular shoulders still
visible through the thick Carhartt jacket he wore. Vince tried to chastise himself for looking,
but it was undeniable. Visions of being
the meat to a Mars sandwich floated through his mind, twitching his dick to
life.
As
Vince’s eyes finally rose to meet Dave’s, he almost fainted. Dave’s heated gaze stared back at him,
melting him from the inside out. Vince
broke out in a sweat. His palms grew
sweaty and his mouth dried out, unable to form a coherent thought. Dave sat his bag down beside them and
kneeled, never breaking eye contact. A
taunting little grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, his eyes still raking
up and down Vince and lingered on the growing bulge in his jeans. He cleared his throat, turning his attention
to Bandit. “Looks like he fell pretty hard.”
It
took Vince a full minute to regain his composure and drag his eyes from Dave’s
crotch. Yeah, it looks really hard, he
thought to himself. Dave’s eyes flashed
knowingly even as he proceeded to evaluate Bandit’s condition.
About Willow:
Willow
Brooke was born in Northern California and has moved around frequently,
currently settling in Colorado. She has three children that are the light of
her life and two dogs that insist on taking up half the bed at night.
When her
nose isn’t stuck in a book or her fingers flying away at her computer, Willow
loves spontaneously taking off to find an adventure of her own. Whether it be
fishing, riding horses or quads, or walking the streets of the city to the
local shops and concerts, the world is her entertainment. She is a laid back,
take it as it comes and roll with the times kind of girl who knows how to find
humor in just about anything.
So take
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