Our Just Desserts...Holiday Recipe Blog Swap...

Hello and Happy Holidays to you all! Soooooooooo...are you ready to become sugar induced? hehe

My kiddo and I have started trying new things in the kitchen...namely because I hate cooking and avoid that area of the house like the plague and she's getting to the age that she wants to learn to cook so is playing the "You're the mama" card on me...*heads desk* Monday, we are gonna try our hand at home made fudge!

Now wait a second...I don't even know what a candy thermometer looks like—let alone own one...and really, there are people out there that do have these mythical things handy???

That's cool—the kiddo found a recipe that doesn't require that obscure in my life piece of equipment...she showed me this recipe and said it was something even I could do...love that brat! lmao

Soooooooooooo...here is the Foolproof Holiday Fudge (yes...yes I'm the fool lol - and this recipe is verbatim since I've yet to try it out *blushes*) with the link from where we snagged it...hope you enjoy *big smiles*

Yield: Makes 24 two-inch pieces

okay...I'd do this peppermint :)

Ingredients

Vegetable oil, cooking spray

2 cups sugar

1 teaspoon salt

6 tablespoons unsalted butter

1 cup heavy cream

3 1/2 cups mini marshmallows

3 cups semisweet or white chocolate chips

1 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

1/2 cup crushed peppermint candy (yeah...I don't do hard peppermint candy, so we'll be substituting toffee I think *winks*)

Directions

Line a 9-by-13-inch baking pan with two sheets of waxed or parchment paper in a crisscross manner (one lengthwise, one crosswise) so ends overhang sides of pan; coat evenly with cooking spray.

In a heavy-bottomed saucepan over medium heat, cook sugar, salt, butter, cream, and marshmallows, stirring, until butter and marshmallows are almost melted, 5 to 6 minutes.

Bring mixture to a boil; cook, stirring occasionally, 5 minutes. Remove from heat. Add chips and vanilla; stir until chips are melted. Pour mixture into lined pan.

Let fudge cool in the pan at room temperature, 3 hours. Use edges of paper to lift out fudge; place on cutting board, and remove paper. Cut out shapes with cookie cutters, or cut fudge into bars. Sprinkle evenly with crushed candy.

Baby girl is looking forward to using the Christmas shaped cookie cutters on the fudge...lol...I'm just glad they aren't huge cookie cutters—you only need a little bit in my opinion to hit that sweet spot...*big smiles*

*claps hands together* Your turn!!!! Leave me a comment with either your fave holiday dessert recipe or a link to your fave...and...your email addy to be in the running to win my Christmas novella (see below) & a gift card from All Romance e-books...that's right—you can win both!

So come one and all (hey! I'm trying to keep this clean you know...hehe) and share your recipes and email addy...then hop on over to the other wonderful authors who are participating and enjoy theirs! *huge hugs*

~Hop Here~

Silvia Violet

Em Woods

Lee Brazil

Angel Martinez

Laura Harner

Blurb:

Ever since his brother's death, Camden doesn't do Christmas. This is exactly what he plans to tell his bigoted parents on what will be his last Christmas trip up north. But when he gets snowed-in with the eccentric and way too jolly Trace, just maybe spirits can be revived.

Available at Amazon and AllRomance e-books

Excerpt:

Camden jumped, which caused him to stagger backward onto the towel the stranger was pointing to. "Holy shit, you scared me!"

"I never understood that expression. Why would shit ever be holy? No preacher I know would bless it. You people have the strangest sayings." The stranger walked toward him and started unzipping his jacket.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Camden chattered out as he tried to push the guy's persistent hands away from him. "Stop that!"

The man ignored his protests and worked around Cam's hands to finally open up the article of clothing he was infatuated with. "You are covered in snow and soaking wet. If we don't get these off of you, pneumonia is in your imminent future. That will not do, it would make no one happy."

Cam was roughly turned around as the jacket was yanked down his arms and thrown in a basket set by the towel.

"Hmm. Your sweater is also damp, what were you doing? Making snow angels? Off with this, too."

Again, without his permission, his sweater was quickly dragged up his chest and over his head. He raised his arms last minute in fear that this psycho would actually take them off if they didn't cooperate.

"Who the hell are you? And where are you from?" Cam had noticed a unique accent that he couldn't place, not that he was an accent expert or anything.

"Shouldn't I be asking you those questions? You are standing in my parlor, after all."

Camden took a second to get a good look at this guy. Well, if nothing else came from this strange meeting, at least he was hot. Not in the ordinary make-his-jeans-drop-and-beg-to-be-done-right way… more in the interesting-to-look-at-and-study-because-did-his-eyes-just-twinkle-and-change-color way. And Cam swore they just did both. When this man walked over to Cam he distinctly had blue eyes, now they looked more lavender and they, Camden couldn't even believe he was thinking this, but they really did sparkle or something. Maybe he wore contacts.

Aside from the eyes, the man had a slightly larger than normal nose and high forehead, blond bangs hanging shaggily to the side. The rest of his blond hair was tousled and fell just below the collar of his pullover sweater. Oh, but his lips were tempting too. Camden was a sucker for a good set of lips with a distinctive cupid's bow.

The man ran his hands over Camden's chest. When his fingertips rubbed over Cam's nipples innocently enough, he had to bite his lip to stop the moan.

Cam swatted at those roaming hands again. "Fine! I'm Camden Bartels and I'm from Miami. Now does my chest pass your inspection?"

"Yes. This shirt is dry, you may keep it on."

"Well, thank you so much. Do you always treat your guests like this?"

"Technically, I never invited you in. So if we were to use your Merriam Webster dictionary's definition, then you aren't a guest. Those pants are wet, take them off."

Camden never thought that he could feel indignant about a gorgeous man wanting him to undress, but at this moment—hell yeah he could. "Not happening. And I always preferred the Oxford dictionary myself."

Tis the season to be jolly...and blog hoppy :)

Tis the season to be jolly...

Well hello there and thanks for swinging by my blog during this teeth chattering cold season...yeah—it was in the eighties just two days ago...and tonight? OMG the headlights are on full blast! *heads desk giggling*

Okay—that's enough of that...this is the season for me to be sweet and chaste right? Um...yeah, sure? *whistles dixie*

So I was talking to a friend about topics for the blog hop—and he came up with a great idea...favorite Christmas movies...cuz really, when I look forward to the holidays one of the first things I can't wait for is curling up on the couch and watching my fave movies on the television. There is something about watching them on the local channels instead of the DVDs I have...and there is definitely something about watching them in December over all the other months when I tend to break out the DVDs and watch them...

Now...if you ask me what movie is my fave—that's a no-brainer...Emmet Otter's Jug-Band Christmas...it is just a feel good show that involves talking otters and biker bear rock bands with a great ice slide...and you can sing along! *big smiles*

So obviously I lean toward the fantastical side when it comes to enjoying my Christmas entertainment...maybe that's why last year when the Story Orgy (a writing group I'm proud to be a part of) chose prompts to write our own Christmas antho I picked ones that leaned slightly that way, also.

I'd like to introduce you to Camden, a real ball-breaking pessimist...and Trace, who isn't exactly what he seems. So sit back, enjoy this little excerpt...and when you are done leave a comment about your favorite Christmas movie so you can win a book from my backlist! I'll be picking two lucky winners...enjoy :)

And The Prompt Is...A Trace of Christmas Spirit

Blurb:

Ever since his brother's death, Camden doesn't do Christmas. This is exactly what he plans to tell his bigoted parents on what will be his last Christmas trip up north. But when he gets snowed-in with the eccentric and way too jolly Trace, just maybe spirits can be revived.

Excerpt:

Camden jumped, which caused him to stagger backward onto the towel the stranger was pointing to. "Holy shit, you scared me!"

"I never understood that expression. Why would shit ever be holy? No preacher I know would bless it. You people have the strangest sayings." The stranger walked toward him and started unzipping his jacket.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Camden chattered out as he tried to push the guy's persistent hands away from him. "Stop that!"

The man ignored his protests and worked around Cam's hands to finally open up the article of clothing he was infatuated with. "You are covered in snow and soaking wet. If we don't get these off of you, pneumonia is in your imminent future. That will not do, it would make no one happy."

Cam was roughly turned around as the jacket was yanked down his arms and thrown in a basket set by the towel.

"Hmm. Your sweater is also damp, what were you doing? Making snow angels? Off with this, too."

Again, without his permission, his sweater was quickly dragged up his chest and over his head. He raised his arms last minute in fear that this psycho would actually take them off if they didn't cooperate.

"Who the hell are you? And where are you from?" Cam had noticed a unique accent that he couldn't place, not that he was an accent expert or anything.

"Shouldn't I be asking you those questions? You are standing in my parlor, after all."

Camden took a second to get a good look at this guy. Well, if nothing else came from this strange meeting, at least he was hot. Not in the ordinary make-his-jeans-drop-and-beg-to-be-done-right way… more in the interesting-to-look-at-and-study-because-did-his-eyes-just-twinkle-and-change-color way. And Cam swore they just did both. When this man walked over to Cam he distinctly had blue eyes, now they looked more lavender and they, Camden couldn't even believe he was thinking this, but they really did sparkle or something. Maybe he wore contacts.

Aside from the eyes, the man had a slightly larger than normal nose and high forehead, blond bangs hanging shaggily to the side. The rest of his blond hair was tousled and fell just below the collar of his pullover sweater. Oh, but his lips were tempting too. Camden was a sucker for a good set of lips with a distinctive cupid's bow.

The man ran his hands over Camden's chest. When his fingertips rubbed over Cam's nipples innocently enough, he had to bite his lip to stop the moan.

Cam swatted at those roaming hands again. "Fine! I'm Camden Bartels and I'm from Miami. Now does my chest pass your inspection?"

"Yes. This shirt is dry, you may keep it on."

"Well, thank you so much. Do you always treat your guests like this?"

"Technically, I never invited you in. So if we were to use your Merriam Webster dictionary's definition, then you aren't a guest. Those pants are wet, take them off."

Camden never thought that he could feel indignant about a gorgeous man wanting him to undress, but at this moment—hell yeah he could. "Not happening. And I always preferred the Oxford dictionary myself."

Now remember to leave a comment (with your email addy!!) with your fave Christmas entertainment that gets you in the holiday spirit...and you'll be in the running to win one of my titles—reader's choice :)

Title Change Happening Here...

Yeppers...you heard right...I'm changing my title...hehe

Well you see...the Story Orgy are doing cute/nommy/funny/sensual/hot shorts for Christmas (did I mention nommy? *winks*) and we will put them all together into an anthology next year, donating the proceeds to a very worthy non-profit organization—hey...that's our thing, what we do...and if it ain't broke, don't fix it...lmao—and that is great, we love doing that!

...but...

I suck at coming up with titles for my stories to begin with...and now I have to come up with three titles for 3k-5k word shorts too? *heads desk repeatedly*

My first short I misfortunately named Meds 'n Mistletoe—yeah I did...lmao—and I thought about changing it but darned if that name didn't end up growing on me...lol (btw—if you are curious you can find that story starting here *smiles*)

And on to my second short located here...tentatively named Heating It Up. Well a friend of mine didn't really dig that name—no, I'm sorry he did dig it, a 6ft hole so he could bury it *heads desk laughing my assets off* yeah, I crack myself up sometimes. Well, evidently he thought it should have more of a Christma-sy feel to it, so we played with ideas...but couldn't find the perfect OMG title...so another friend stepped up to the plate...cracked his knuckles...and BAM hit that homer in (and he normally does too—he's a titling genius baby, and all mine! hehe)

So back to the point of this pointless blog...*eye roll giggling*...I am now officially changing the name of my second SO Christmas Short to Melting Jack Frost...now doesn't that have a nice bend-me-over-and-spank-my-assets type of feel to it? Yeah, I thought so too...*winks and hugs*

A Trace of Christmas Spirit...

Now available as a single release...(you can also find this in the antho from Story Orgy—And The Prompt Is...Holiday Edition)

And The Prompt Is...A Trace of Christmas Spirit

Blurb:

Ever since his brother's death, Camden doesn't do Christmas. This is exactly what he plans to tell his bigoted parents on what will be his last Christmas trip up north. But when he gets snowed-in with the eccentric and way too jolly Trace, just maybe spirits can be revived.

You can find And The Prompt Is...A Trace of Christmas Spirit

@ Amazon & All Romance ebooks (ARe)

Excerpt:

Camden jumped, which caused him to stagger backward onto the towel the stranger was pointing to. "Holy shit, you scared me!"

"I never understood that expression. Why would shit ever be holy? No preacher I know would bless it. You people have the strangest sayings." The stranger walked toward him and started unzipping his jacket.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Camden chattered out as he tried to push the guy's persistent hands away from him. "Stop that!"

The man ignored his protests and worked around Cam's hands to finally open up the article of clothing he was infatuated with. "You are covered in snow and soaking wet. If we don't get these off of you, pneumonia is in your imminent future. That will not do, it would make no one happy."

Cam was roughly turned around as the jacket was yanked down his arms and thrown in a basket set by the towel.

"Hmm. Your sweater is also damp, what were you doing? Making snow angels? Off with this, too."

Again, without his permission, his sweater was quickly dragged up his chest and over his head. He raised his arms last minute in fear that this psycho would actually take them off if they didn't cooperate.

"Who the hell are you? And where are you from?" Cam had noticed a unique accent that he couldn't place, not that he was an accent expert or anything.

"Shouldn't I be asking you those questions? You are standing in my parlor, after all."

Camden took a second to get a good look at this guy. Well, if nothing else came from this strange meeting, at least he was hot. Not in the ordinary make-his-jeans-drop-and-beg-to-be-done-right way… more in the interesting-to-look-at-and-study-because-did-his-eyes-just-twinkle-and-change-color way. And Cam swore they just did both. When this man walked over to Cam he distinctly had blue eyes, now they looked more lavender and they, Camden couldn't even believe he was thinking this, but they really did sparkle or something. Maybe he wore contacts.

Aside from the eyes, the man had a slightly larger than normal nose and high forehead, blond bangs hanging shaggily to the side. The rest of his blond hair was tousled and fell just below the collar of his pullover sweater. Oh, but his lips were tempting too. Camden was a sucker for a good set of lips with a distinctive cupid's bow.

The man ran his hands over Camden's chest. When his fingertips rubbed over Cam's nipples innocently enough, he had to bite his lip to stop the moan.

Cam swatted at those roaming hands again. "Fine! I'm Camden Bartels and I'm from Miami. Now does my chest pass your inspection?"

"Yes. This shirt is dry, you may keep it on."

"Well, thank you so much. Do you always treat your guests like this?"

"Technically, I never invited you in. So if we were to use your Merriam Webster dictionary's definition, then you aren't a guest. Those pants are wet, take them off."

Camden never thought that he could feel indignant about a gorgeous man wanting him to undress, but at this moment—hell yeah he could. "Not happening. And I always preferred the Oxford dictionary myself."

Time to get wet...Splash with The Romance Reviews

Well hello there everyone! I hope you are having a great December, such terrific things happen in this month…my family has birthdays…we get paid time off from work…I get to pretend that Florida has seasons *heads desk*…Christmas for those who celebrate it (yummy treats!!!)…and The Romance Reviews is having their Year End Splash Party!!!

Just say YES…that's all you ever have to do for me…say YES *giggles*

To celebrate I'm giving away a copy of Geoff's Teddy…my 3^rd book in the Synchronous Seductions series…now calm down *holds hands up in a placating manner* hey—I can placate! *eye roll* okay…I know it is the 3^rd book in the series…but you can read it as a standalone if you want…it's all good—don't I have a face you can trust? *blinks and smiles all pretty like*

Don't answer that…but…if you want to see the rest of the series you can find them on my Synchronous Seductions page *big smiles*

So jump on over to The Romance Reviews and partake of all the fun stuff they have going on over there…and answer my question so you can be in the running…and just so you don't have to go hopping around looking…here is the blurb and an excerpt from Geoff's Teddy…the answer to my question lies somewhere in there…*big smiles*

Geoff's Teddy

Book 3 of Synchronous Seductions

Blurb:

Fuzzy is an unsatisfied ladies' man. Geoff's a bear-loving man who satisfies. Problem? Convincing a straight man that satisfaction might be just around the bend.

Overall Fuzzy has a good life. He loves his family & friends, he enjoys his job and he never hurts for a date. The ladies seem to love the furry Fuzzy -- so why does he feel like he's missing out? And why does a surprise dinner with a strange man interest him more than a flirty hot waitress?

Geoff knows who he is and what he's after. He's searching for a big hairy man to wrap around him. But none have been right -- until he's manipulated into dinner with Fuzzy. Tall and broad, Fuzzy claims he lives up to his name. Everything that Geoff wants in a boyfriend. Except Fuzzy is straight.

When an opportunity arises -- Fuzzy is obliged to crash at Geoff's for the night -- Geoff works his derriere off to see what else he can make arise. Because he's determined to capture this Fuzzy wuzzy all for himself.

You can find Geoff's Teddy @ Breathless Press, Amazon & All Romance ebooks (ARe)

Reviews:

Hearts on Fire Reviews – 7/12/12

4 hearts for Geoff's Teddy

From Hearts on Fire Reviews:

...This is a sweet story about a teddy bear of a man and how he finds what he’s been missing.  It also wraps up the trilogy with a party, which was a nice way to sum up our three couples...

Joyfully Jay (m/m romance reviews and more) – Series Spotlight – 8/13/12

4.25 stars for the Synchronous Seductions Series

From JJ review:

... This story is just a delight. Wonderful, fully layered characters having a great time in a fun romp on their way to true love. In fact, the entire series is like this. Don’t miss it. Everyone needs a good, heartwarming laugh. Here are three....

Excerpt:

Geoff wanted to retract his words. Had he just offered to be Fuzzy's Gay for Dummies guide? Did his brain not work properly around this bear? He couldn't possibly talk to this man about sex without sporting the biggest boner in the world. Talk about bad, bad ideas! The worst!

On the other hand, he couldn't help smiling and wondering just what Fuzzy would ask. By the look on Fuzzy's face, Geoff doubted he could even think of anything anyway.

"It's just a suggestion, but if you aren't comfortable enough to ask me any questions—"

"I don't want you to think I'm an ass or something." Fuzzy mumbled his words so softly they were barely audible.

"Throw a question at me."

Geoff noted that Fuzzy hadn't met his gaze at all since rising from the floor. In fact he seriously studied the two men on the television. Geoff had almost died of humiliation when he realized what channel he had left the TV on. Now he considered it a blessing in disguise.

"Okay." Fuzzy's soft voice caused Geoff to focus again. "They both seem to enjoy it." Fuzzy addressed Geoff while nodding at the entertainment they inadvertently partook of.

Huh? "Well, if you're not enjoying sex, then there's a good possibility you might be doing something wrong."

"Never mind." Fuzzy's neck turned red in embarrassment, and Geoff immediately realized his mistake.

He scooted closer to Fuzzy and put a hand on his arm. "Sorry. There's a malfunction with my brain to mouth filter half the time. The good news, you'll always know what I'm thinking. The bad news, you'll always know what I'm thinking." He chuckled to lighten the mood. "So, we both agree they're enjoying themselves. Your question?"

Fuzzy took in a deep breath but still didn't turn his head toward Geoff. If staring ahead helped Fuzzy through this conversation Geoff could handle that. Because he really wanted inside Fuzzy's head, all puns intended. Could this mean something? Or did Geoff's own desires put possibilities out there that didn't exist?

"I'm not an idiot. I get the mechanics of what they're doing, but shouldn't it hurt?"

The mechanics? Oh wow, Geoff almost didn't have anything to say to that.

"First, what they're doing is having sex. It's okay to say the word. You don't have to refer to the act as 'it' all the time. Second, the pain level depends on the preparation you do beforehand. Also, if you have a partner who's only interested in getting his rocks off, then yeah, that tends to land on the not good side."

"Preparation? You mean butt plugs?"

Geoff had to remind himself that Fuzzy wasn't a blushing virgin, even if he kind of fell into that category in this situation. "Well, yeah, that's one way of doing it. I own a few myself. They are good for masturbation. But that's not my favorite way."

"What's your favorite way?"

"I like my lover to stretch me. I like his fingers inside me getting me ready. It's more of a connection. In my opinion, if he wants to take the time to relax me properly, then he cares about both of our pleasure and not just his."

"So you let someone stick their fingers up your, um…"

"Ass? Yeah, that's where the action will happen, so that's a good place to begin." Geoff patted himself on the back for not laughing out loud.

"But doesn't it seem weird letting someone touch you there?"

God save me from newbies. Now he understood why Fuzzy hesitated to ask his questions. He guessed vocalizing some of them without seeming either insensitive or downright rude might trip him up. "Does it seem weird when you touch a woman's pussy?"

The red on Fuzzy's neck darkened. "That's different."

"Why?"

Fuzzy finally tore his eyes from the television screen and studied him. "Well, because, um…" His voice wavered off, and Geoff supposed he contemplated the question seriously. "I guess no, not so different, huh?"

Geoff wondered if it was wrong to want to do a happy dance. He'd gotten through the first roadblock. Unfortunately, another one always waited around the bend.

"What does it feel like when someone" —Fuzzy took a breath before continuing— "when someone stretches you?"

Welcome to the next roadblock.

Geoff searched his mind for the perfect words to describe that sensation. Words that would appeal to Fuzzy. He had to get this right because honestly, one half of his mind had begun plotting when the conversation turned down this road. If he played it right, if God truly existed, if Fuzzy labeled himself bi-curious—or more—maybe, just maybe, this could turn into a show-and-tell instead of just tell.

"It's a connection that's not easily surpassed. In my opinion, it's as intimate as a good kiss or actual penetration. Someone taking the time to make sure you enjoy the moment as much as they will. Talk about heady stuff. But I don't believe that's what you meant by feel, you meant the physical feelings not emotional, correct?"

Fuzzy simply nodded, the acknowledgement Geoff waited for. He knew that's what Fuzzy wanted all along but had seized the opportunity to verbalize what an act like this meant to him.

"Well, a burning sensation, but if done properly, it shouldn't hurt as much as you would assume. Also, if you're distracted in the right way during the stretching, well, so much the better."

"It doesn't hurt?"

Geoff searched around for a hard object to bang his head on. "Tell me. Exactly how curious are you about this subject?"

Fuzzy eyed him warily. "What do you mean?"

"How about a little round of show rather than tell?"

Getting Scrooged by Em Woods...(oh yeah, NSFW)

Well hello all...thanks for stopping by my blog! I've wrangled a close dear friend of mine to come on over today...please welcome the lovely and talented Em Woods...aka The Goddess of the Story Orgy.

*waves* Hi everyone!

Come on over here and sit next to me, Em. Remember to tilt to the right a little, so the cameras can pick up our movements better *waggles brows*...okay, now let's get you a little more comfortable...*starts unbuttoning Em's shirt*

*lifts eyebrow* Erm, Havan?

What? I'm not supposed to be undressing you?

Not that that isn't a great plan too...but...well, I thought we were going to talk about my book?

Your book? Are you sure? *flips through my calendar* Look—it says right here...Dec 7th, You get to scrooge Em...I figured scrooge was a cute little euphemism you used for...well...you know, me finally getting to third base with you—because I don't care what you say, that Monday night in the SO's chambers last month does constitute making it to second base whether you agree or not...

*blushes* You're not going to scrooge me....we're going to talk about Scrooge. You know...Ebenezer Scrooge. From "A Christmas Carol"?

Oh...that's what you meant by Scrooge...um...well *looks down at lacy boy shorts and flimsy tank top* maybe I should change? Nah...*hands Em a glass of extra spiked egg nog and sits back with my own* so, tell us how your version of Scrooge might not be so different than my version...*winks*

*smacks lips* Nice. Okay. Well, I am sure you know that in its unaltered state, this Charles Dickens classic is a wonderfully heartwarming story. But if you let me get my paws on it, it becomes a delicious erotic romance story that is both a heartwarming tale and a heart-wrenching love story (If I do say so myself).

*nods* Everyone knows you are one of the best for wrapping us up all warm and safe then yanking the bandage off and making us reach for the tissues!

With my added touches, you'll get to see Scrooge's reasons for being cantankerous. You'll get to see Marley as never before and you'll understand a completely new dynamic to their partnership. You'll also meet Alex. And just who is Alex precisely? Well, he is Scrooge's happily ever after, that's who.

*leans against Em swooning* oh please tell me more...*bats eyes*

How about an excerpt... *wink*

*downs rest of egg nog in two gulps...hiccups* now you're talking!

“Settle, boy. This is not to show who is in control. This is to show how we should have been. What my dreams held. What our life together should have held.”

He was unsure of what that meant, and that did not sit well at all with Scrooge. Soft caresses were well and good, but a hard fucking had better follow quickly. Marley chuckled behind him. A sharp sting of a slap lit Scrooge’s hip with fire. “I can hear your thoughts so clearly, like my own, Eb. You’ll not be left wanting. Not this time.”

Another slap to Ebenezer’s thigh narrowed his attention to his lover, a long-dormant need flaring to life with each blow to his skin, with each whispered vow of love eternal, with each promise of care.

“Your arse always presented well, Eb. Blushing and hot, needy.”

Scrooge clenched his fists in the linens, holding back the moan crawling up his throat. Silence was the rule. Servants, even the best of the lot, could not be trusted with the secrets of the bedchamber. Not that Scrooge employed any other than one cook and one maid, neither of whom would be working that day.

“Oil?”

“In the drawer.” Scrooge’s voice was not his own, surely. He had never heard it sound so hoarse.

The scrape of wood was harsh to Scrooge’s ears, then cold oil slid down the crack of his arse, followed by impatient fingers working around, in, around, until Ebenezer’s hole eased for the touch. “Are you ready, Eb?”

Another turn of events, this question, but Marley had promised care, and care he was giving, driving Scrooge out of his mind with the impossibility of it. Fingers disappeared, replaced promptly with the spongy tip of Marley’s cock, pushing slowly into Scrooge’s arse. So full, near bursting with the fullness of it, Scrooge moaned and sank back on his haunches, lodging the thick erection deeper inside him. His skin burned where Marley’s fingers dug into his hips, holding him steady as he began to thrust, sweat rapidly slicking his body.

The slap of Marley’s thighs against Scrooge’s arse rang loud through the bedchamber, their laboured breathing combining to create a harmony that fuelled Scrooge’s lust. He struggled under Marley’s hold, revelling in the tightening of his grip, the feel of bruises rising.

Marley’s hips snapped faster, pummelling Scrooge with fierce thrusts, then, as Scrooge cried out with his release, fearless of who might hear, Marley pulled him roughly onto his cock, pulses of seed filling Scrooge’s passage. Marley collapsed atop Scrooge, then eased from inside before rolling to lay on the mattress beside him.

Scrooge remained with his hands clenched in the bed sheets, drawing deep breath after deep breath, trying to regain his composure as his body floated on soft wings back to reality. “Do we have the night?”

“Only a few moments more.” Marley braced one hand under his head, looking at Scrooge. “I loved you, Eb.”

Blurb:

Love at first sight is a beautiful thing, but sometimes, true love waits a lifetime to shine...and then needs a little help from the Three Ghosts of Christmas.

As a young man, Ebenezer Scrooge felt the sharp pain of loss and resolved to protect his heart from all others, taking solace in his gold and silver. Years of discarding his own emotions, and those of anyone around him, has turned Scrooge cold.

When deceased lover and partner Jacob Marley pays miserly Scrooge a late night visit, pride and disbelief buoy Scrooge's courage. As the fabled Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Yet-to-Come arrive to show Scrooge the error of his ways, they also give him brief glimpses of a love so strong it has stood the test of time.

In an inspiring tale of change, a deep-seated need flares to life, leaving Scrooge without a doubt that love and family are what really matter at Christmas.

Link to buy:

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