Thank you
for hosting me today. I’m excited to talk about a long-lasting holiday gift I once
received, and my latest release, Under
Holly’s Stockings, a holiday erotic romance.
The Indestructible Panties
Let’s
face it, some holiday gifts are gone by the New Year, especially if they’re
chocolate. Others are forgotten, only to be rediscovered during spring cleaning
when we mutter, “Why am I keeping this” and stuff it back into the box. A rare
gift gets used year after year.
My
grandmother used to go all out for Christmas and shop at nice stores. One year
she gave me some nightgowns and panties all trimmed in lace. The nightgowns
eventually wore out, as did most of the panties -- all except for one
indestructible pair. While others came and went, these stayed around a while. The
last thing a woman wants to do is wear a skirt over undies that are about to
lose their elastic grip at any moment. It was nice to know something reliable was
underneath my clothes. Yes, they’ve finally worn out, but I almost hate to
throw them out. They’re antique and have lots of memories!
Holly’s
stockings don’t go well with panties, but she sizes up Michael with the future
in mind. Will he be around for years to come? Or will he just be a fling for
Christmas Day? What’s
the longest lasting gift you’ve ever received?
Under Holly’s Stockings
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Release
Date: 11 December 2013
eBook
ISBN #: 978-14199-49340
Blurb
After
being stood up at the altar last Christmas, Michael dreads the holiday. When a
woman wearing sexy red stockings on the subway propositions him with a day of
sex, seems there’s no time like the present to get back into the spirit of the
season!
Having
just lost her mother, Holly will do anything to avoid being alone on Christmas.
But when Michael arrives, nothing goes as planned. Despite the joy of exploring
each other’s bodies with all the holiday trimmings, her emotions get in the
way.
When
Michael realizes the way to get under Holly’s stockings is through her heart, he’ll
have to put the ghosts of his Christmas past to rest.
Excerpt
(explicit)
Rose,
Exposed - Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
Publishing, Inc.
When a
westbound metro train on the orange line came to a screeching stop in Rosslyn,
Virginia, Michael Tyler hurried inside and grabbed a seat near the window.
Thank God there’s no music in here, he thought as he placed his briefcase by
his feet on the orange carpet. If he heard one more tired Christmas song, he
swore he’d be ill.
Everywhere
around him people rattled shopping bags. Women chattered about the gifts they’d
bought for their kids, or what they planned to cook for Christmas dinner. Year
after year, it was the same old thing. Wasn’t anyone else tired of it by now?
Michael
loosened his tie with relief when the doors closed and the train glided into
motion. The sooner he got home, the sooner he could get this rotten holiday
over with.
At the
next stop, he blinked with surprise when a tall girl fell into the seat next to
him. It was a miracle she didn’t drop all of her bags in the process. Who in
their right mind did all their shopping on Christmas Eve? If he had decided to
celebrate this holiday, he would have shopped online at least a month early.
“Hi!
Merry Christmas!” she announced with sickening cheer.
Disgust
rolled through his stomach. Why hadn’t he put his briefcase on the seat?
Without looking at her, he returned the greeting in a tone of voice that warned
her to mind her own business.
He
noticed she had long, black hair and kissable lips coated with shiny, red
lipstick. Her short, wool coat fit snugly, hinting at high, perky breasts.
Look away, damn it! But no, he had to torture himself
with the reminder he hadn’t been with a woman in over a year. Her plaid skirt
was so short he could hardly see it. What he did see were a pair of long,
shapely legs encased in bright-red stockings. Lust, long dormant, kindled to
life in his groin.
Maybe
this was his Christmas gift. He could jack off in his condo tonight while he
fantasized about those legs. After all, she was a complete stranger and looked
nothing like Marcie…
He stared
out the window, counting the lights passing by in the dark tunnel as the train
pulled into the next stop, revealing an arched, honeycomb ceiling. The woman
fussed with her bags, rattling them until Michael thought his head would
explode.
A small,
glittery Christmas ball rolled out of one of her bags, making a soft thunking
sound on the carpeted floor.
“Whoops!”
The
innocence of her voice aroused him more than a hand on his cock. He reminded
himself she probably had a husband and five kids waiting at home. Doing his
gentlemanly duty, he bent to pick up the ball for her.
At the
moment, the train lurched into motion, causing him to fall across those warm,
scarlet legs.
His nose
filled with subtle feminine musk. Was it the soap she might have rubbed on her
long legs this morning while she shaved them? Or was it the sweet aroma of her
cunt, tucked inside that short skirt—a gift for him to open?
Hard and
throbbing, his cock surged inside his trousers while he scrambled off her. He
longed to spread those long legs and unroll the red stockings, inch by inch,
down her legs. Instead, he allowed his palm to brush the back of one shapely
calf.
With sweat
coating his brow, he slumped against his seat. He definitely needed to jack off
tonight. Repeatedly.
“Sorry,”
he muttered. “Uh, did you manage to grab the ball?”
Her brown
eyes glinted with mischief at his words and then saddened. “It rolled away.”
Her face,
on the verge of crumpling, reminded him of a child who had just learned there
was no Santa. Probably the same way his face had looked last year during the
worst Christmas ever.
As if the
lust weren’t enough to deal with, his chest swelled with something else. Protectiveness.
For some reason, he experienced the sudden urge to turn the train car upside
down to find her Christmas ball.
His stop
wasn’t far away. He’d never see her again. Instead of the relief he expected,
he felt regret.
“Looks
like you have big holiday plans,” he found himself saying.
A brave
smile battled with the sadness on her face as she nodded. “I’m going all out
this year. It’s probably silly because I’ll be alone.”
He
blinked with surprise. “You? Alone? I mean, that’s not so bad. I’ll be alone
too…working.”
It was a
half truth. He didn’t have to work tomorrow, but he’d brought home plenty of
paperwork to get him through the day.
She
glanced out the window as the train stopped again. “Oh! My stop is next. I have
a proposition for you.”
Great.
She must be a call girl. He might be horny right now but he wasn’t that horny.
With a
trembling hand, she brushed back a long, silky lock of hair. “I don’t want to
spend Christmas alone. Will you come to my apartment and celebrate the day with
me?”
Indecision
seized Michael’s throat. “I-I don’t even know you.”
She
clasped his forearm. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Coming Soon
Entrance to Ecstasy, my paranormal print anthology,
will release from Ellora’s Cave on 24 December 2013.
~~~
Stripper With Spice is coming soon from Ellora’s
Cave.
Getting
back on her feet after unemployment, Janice Sullivan, a financial analyst,
treats herself to an erotic romance convention. Winning a two-hour fantasy date
with Carlos Aguilar, a young Mexican-American stripper, she decides to have a
one-time fantasy fling.
When
Carlos entices her back to the bedroom—and a few public places—for more
sizzling sex, he unleashes her passions, including a secret desire to be a
chef. Janice learns there’s more to this heartthrob than a hot body, but job
security comes first.
To
convince her he’s more than a fantasy, he teaches her trust with his body. But
when that trust is finally tested to the limit, will she cling to safety or
take a chance on a whole new life?
~~~
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What’s in YOUR stocking?
5 comments:
Thanks for hosting me today, Cerise!
What’s the longest lasting gift you’ve ever received?
A raggedy ann doll from my grandmother, she's had multiple "surgeries" but I still have her. She's almost 40 years old.
Shannon
sabai30705(at)yahoo(dot)com
Shannon, I have a couple of stuffed frogs that have been around a while as well. When I was a kid, I accidentally left one at McDonald's. My dad had to turn around and drive at least 30 miles to get it. Another child was about to walk off with it. Close call!
I received a toolbox full of Craftsman tools when I was 12. I didn't use them for years except for working on my bicycle. One day, driving home from high school, I had a flat tire. The jack lifted up the car then broke. I had another small jack that was too short, but I put it on top of the metal toolbox and was able to lift the car to change the flat. I'm still proud of that dented toolbox that saved the day.
That's amazing, RIPCRD. Multipurpose gifts are the best.
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