Amy's Gift by Nancy Pirri Available in the Holiday Treats Digest

Holiday Treats Digest
Amy’s Gift by Nancy Pirri
Available at http://www.midnightshowcase.com/

How does efficient personal assistant, Amy Gallagher, gain
the amorous attentions of her boss, James Kent? By playing
tricks—until they backfire on her and she finds herself
definitely under his radar!

Amy’s Gift Excerpt

“Damn! Where in the hell are my clothes?”

James Marshall Kent, owner of Kent’s fine clothes for men and women, stared into his closet, unable to believe his eyes. Every article of clothing he owned had been removed. Clad in a towel he’d hitched around his waist, he stalked over to his bedroom bureau and started opening and slamming drawers.

No underwear, no t-shirts, not even one pair of socks. Someone had cleaned him out. And he had a pretty good idea of the thief’s identity--Amy Gallagher, his beautiful but naughty personal assistant of one year. Also, she was one of the few people who happened to have a key to his apartment. She must have come in sometime during the work day, he decided.

He’d been the victim of several pranks over the past month, and had yet to identify the prankster. He guessed it was his assistant, since everyone else he employed was scared of him. It irked him she wasn’t.

James slammed the last drawer shut and thought about Amy’s recent comments to him.

‘Lighten up,’ and ‘You take life way too seriously’.

Amy’s words irritated him. None of his employees dared to talk to him that way, except for her. The fact of the matter was her words were true, still, the woman needed to show respect for him as her boss. He’d show her serious, with a trip over his knee for a good old-fashioned spanking, if he discovered her to be the culprit who’d absconded with his clothes. Then the unwanted image of taking her to his bed and lavishing her ass with kisses, over the marks left from the imprint of his hand, entered his mind. With a shake of his head, he dismissed the idea. Damn, the woman ticked him off.

He let go of the towel and threw himself down on his bed. He supposed he could wear the clothes he’d arrived in, but he’d already tossed them into the wash, down the shoot to the basement, three stories below. He should have been on the road home to White Plains by now, where he planned on spending a quiet Christmas—by himself.

Bah. Humbug. He knew his employees felt that way about him and he liked it that way.

Christmas was just like any other day to him—since Stephanie left him six years ago.

Chagrinned, he realized he still hadn’t gotten over his ex fiancée. No, that wasn’t true. He’d gotten over her, so much, in fact, he refused to allow any other woman to get close to him again, including Amy.

He sat up, swiped his still damp black hair back from his forehead, and grinned. He’d go downstairs and fetch some clothes; so much for his assistant’s pranks. What was wrong with the woman? She knew he owned a clothing store right downstairs in this building, below his apartment.

Amy wasn’t an ‘airhead’, either, but the best damned assistant he’d ever had. Though, by her ‘come hither’ looks at him over the past several months, he guessed she’d developed a crush on him. As soon as he saw her again, he’d set her straight and inform her he wasn’t the marrying kind.

He rose from the bed, picked up the towel and tucked it in around his waist again then headed toward the door. The phone rang and he paused. Who in the hell would be calling him on Christmas Eve? He picked it up on the third ring.

“Yes.”

“Mr. Kent?”

Amy. Guilt must have driven her to call him.

“Yes, Miss Gallagher.”

“Are you…are you mad at me?” she rushed out.

He dropped the towel again. “Why would I be?” He made his voice smooth as silk and calm as a sea with not an ounce of wind in the air.

“Because I stole your clothes.”

“It was you then,” he made it more a statement than a question.

“Yes.”

“Were you the one who replaced my bottle of Spice cologne with the women’s counterpart, Spicier?”

“Yes.”

“And the other pranks?”

“All me,” she confessed.

“Dare I ask why?” He waited for her reply, for her sweet, melodic voice that made him catch his breath each time she spoke. He sighed, thinking how he was tired of fighting his attraction to her.

“I wanted your attention.”

“Rest assured you’ve got it. Can you think what I’d like to do to you at the moment?”

“Uh, well, I can’t. I imagine you’re angry, though.”

“Angry?” he said through gritted teeth. “I was supposed to have left for home over an hour ago.”

“Calm down, Mr. Kent. I thought you were spending Christmas alone! At least you told all of us at the office you were.”

“I am,” he barked. “I like my privacy, damn it, and planned on spending the next week catching up on some reading.”

“Whew! I was worried you had family coming and I made you late.”

“Hell, no. My family is spread across the country and spending time with their own families.”

“Okay. I’ll return your clothes, once you hear me out.”

“Where—are—you?” he snarled.

“Downstairs, in my office.”

How’d you get by the night guard?”

“I hid there until everyone left at the end of the day.”

“Come up here. Now.”

“Why?”

“Talk, you said you need to talk to me,” he reminded her.

She didn’t say a word for a long while, then whispered, “I’m on my way.”

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Men for the Holidays with Lisabet Sarai and Your Chance to Win a Copy of Tommorow's Gift

Last holiday season, Total-E-Bound released my first M/M erotic romance, Tomorrow's Gifts. It was part of a series of paranormal shorts ringing changes on Charles Dickens' legendary ghosts of Christmas past, present and future. I had planned to contribute a M/F story, but then the publisher asked me if I could manage a homoerotic tale instead, in order to balance the collection.

Sure, I said. Why not? The result was a raw, emotionally charged exploration of the need for honesty in a relationship.

Michael loves his burly, powerful partner Neil, but he's too embarrassed to share his secret fantasies of submission and surrender. Frustrated and confused, he wonders whether he and Neil really belong together. Then, on Christmas Eve, Michael receives a visit from a sexy Dom, Thorne Wilder, who claims to be his lover from the future. Thorne shows Michael scenes from a wild life of sexual excess that he claims they'll share if he breaks up with Neil. Michael is forced to decide whether he should trust the ghost of Christmas future, or whether his true future lies with Neil.

You can read an X-rated excerpt from Tomorrow's Gifts at http://www.lisabetsarai.com/tomorrowsgiftsex.html

Tomorrow's Gifts got a warm reception from my readers, and so I started to think about writing a longer M/M work. I also wanted to try my hand at another paranormal. I enjoy writing paranormal fiction, but I shy away from alternate worlds and imaginary races. I'm more interested in the consequences of supernatural power on our own planet.

When I was in my late teens, I was anorexic. I spent several months in the acute ward of a state psychiatric hospital. I was suffering from a sort of limited insanity when it came to food, but was still sufficiently alert to observe and interact with my fellow inmates. I came to realize that the dividing line between sanity and madness is perhaps an illusion. After all, I acted sane, rational, highly intelligent, unless someone tried to get me to eat. Furthermore, I met other brilliant and fascinating people on that ward. Who was I to label them crazy?

The germ of Necessary Madness comes from those experiences of mine, those months locked away in an institution. Kyle, one of the heroes of the book, is about the same age as I was back then. He has the power to see the future, but he can't control it. Horrible visions of disasters yet to occur haunt him day and night.

Everyone assumes that Kyle is schizophrenic, but Rob, the cop who picks him up off the street, knows better. Rob's own experience has taught him that psychic powers are real, and potentially
devastating. Since his telepathic sister's brutal murder, Rob wants nothing to do with "gifted" individuals like Kyle.

Despite Rob's fears, he's irresistibly attracted to the beautiful, tortured young man -- an attraction that is mutual. When a brilliant, sadistic practitioner of the black arts lures Kyle into his clutches, Rob faces the possibility that once again he may lose the person he loves most to the forces of darkness.

You'll find a sizzling excerpt from Necessary Madness at http://www.lisabetsarai.com/necessarymadnessex.html

I didn't original intend Necessary Madness to be a holiday story, but as I worked on it, seasonal touches crept in. The novel begins in late November, in chilly New England, where Kyle is homeless and drunk on the dirty streets. Before I realized it, I was writing tree lighting, caroling and snowstorms. I don't think I'm giving away too much if I tell you that the book ends with a wedding on Christmas Eve.

Necessary Madness will be released just after Christmas, on December 28th. To celebrate, I'm starting a new blog on December 14th and hosting a two week Grand Opening bash.

I'll be giving away an autographed copy of one of my print titles every day to some lucky commenter, and on the 28th, I'll choose the grand prize winner, who'll receive a six-pack of my ebooks including the new title. Watch your favorite romance lists for more information (or sign up for mine: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lisabets_list.com )!

Meanwhile, you have a chance to win a copy of Tomorrow's Gifts, just by leaving a comment on this post.

So what are you waiting for?

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Lisabet Sarai has been writing ever since she could hold a pencil. She writes both erotica and erotica romance and has published six novels, two short story collections, and dozens of shorter works. She also edits the single author branch of the Coming Together charity series (http://www.eroticanthology.com ). Visit her website at http://www.lisabetsarai.com

Guest Blog and Giveaway with Melisse Aires

Giveaway--1 ebook download of Christmas Magic for one lucky commenter on this blog post!

Two short sweet, sexy stories to put a little Christmas Magic in your day!

Brought together by the magic of Christmas…


Wishing Rights

In the normal course of life, they would never have met. An accident while foraging herbs throws Pascal, an elf from the North Pole and Mallow, a dwarf from the country, together. They share a passion for herbs—and for each other. But elves and dwarves are forbidden to marry.


Excerpt:

Pascal sighed as he pulled his hood back on and turned his back to the biting wind. Mid-November was a bad time to hike into the rocky heights of the mountains to search for coughwort. But it was also a bad time for an outbreak of the cough. Santa was nearly worn thin trying to fill in for so many absent elves.

Now the apothecaries were out of coughwort and he, being the youngest and strongest of the Guild, was the one elected to hike into the mountains to harvest more herbs.

Snow covered the heights and shadowed places but the meadows were dry. He found numerous plants and rejoiced that he would only need to spend one more night in the wilderness. The journey downhill to the North Pole could be accomplished in a day.

He went around a rocky protrusion and came upon a dry meadow full of coughwort.

He heard a gasp that made him jump a foot. It can’t be a bear, this time of year.

It was a dwarf woman, with a basket on her hip, digging coughwort with a tool similar to his.

They stared at each other, neither one moving or speaking. There was no contact between the elves at the North Pole and the dwarves who lived in the rock hills and forests to the south.

“I’m-I’m just harvesting coughwort. I mean you no harm,” he said.

The woman was small and very colorful. Her skin was a warm brown and her hair flamed like a fire. Even from the space of the few feet between them, Pascal could see that her eyes were not the ice blue of elven folk, but bright grass green.

And her lips—they were nearly round, and coral pink. Nothing like the thin pale lips so prized in elven women. Her ears were pointed, like his own, but they were a little larger and peeked out through her wild hair.

“Me, too.” Her voice sounded breathy, as if she was frightened. “Coughwort. The cough is in the villages down river.”

He nodded. “I see. We have it also, at the North Pole. I am almost done with my harvest, my bag is nearly full.”

“Yes, my basket is almost full. I will return home now.” She backed away, eyes never leaving him.

There was an ominous grinding sound.

She gave a breathy scream and he followed her line of vision to see a rock slide coming right at him. He lurched out of the way, but not far enough to miss the hits. He went down in pain.

* * * *

Christmas Wizardry

Merri didn’t know the magical world of wizards existed until Daniel, High Wizard of Earth, offers her refuge from gross demons. Alone together at Christmas, Merri finds his magical world fascinating, but she finds the man even more enchanting.

Excerpt:

Daniel, High Wizard of Earth, was not an insensitive employer. All his servants had mid-winter festivities on their home worlds or dimensions. As would happen every few centuries, this year all the different festivities occurred at the same time. This meant Daniel would be on his own for the first time since ascending to his lofty position.

Yardley, his First Assistant, tried to refuse to leave. “Really Daniel, someone should stay here with you. You can’t send us all away. What if there is an emergency?” Yardley’s jowls wobbled as he shook his head, but Daniel insisted.

“You don’t want to miss your nieces and nephews, Yardley. Think how disappointed they would be if you weren’t there. I’ll be fine. The dimensions will all be busy with holiday festivities; it will be a quiet time.”

“He can always get a hold of you if there is trouble and whisk you back.” Mrs. Garvey, his house keeper, was all for a holiday. “I’ve left many frozen meals, and there is a label with instructions on each one.”

She stuck something on the fridge with a magnet. “These are takeout restaurants. They will bring the food right to the door. Don’t forget to tip. Twenty percent. And don’t give them gold coins or jewels. Just the paper money.”

* * * *

Mrs. Garvey did leave many meals to be put in the microwaver, with small written instructions on each plastic container. It was lonely, though, eating partially frozen foods by himself. Daniel decided to go out to a restaurant.

There were piles of money in the treasury vault—he took plenty—and a few jewels, in case he needed them.

He found the car keys and was well aware the kitchen door led to the garage.

Years ago, as boy, he had learned to drive and he was pleased when the car engine purred to life.

The garage door was a problem, nothing seemed to open it. Finally he conjured it away. Once outside he had to conjure it back. Quite a time waster. He would learn how to open the door when Yardley returned.

The street was just as he remembered it, lovely older homes, with tall trees in every yard. His Dark Tower fit right into the neighborhood. No humans were able to see the magickal heights to which it rose, of course.

The houses were bright with colored lights and he paused to enjoy the displays. A memory of his father tacking lights up on their little house came to him and he felt warm.

Christmas, that was the holiday he celebrated as a child. He remembered the excitement of presents under the tree.

A tree. He could buy one and get decorations. It would be fun, and fill the lonely hours until his staff returned.

He thought briefly about inviting Maog, the Serpent Queen, to a Christmas dinner, but he suspected she wanted him to fertilize her eggs. He wanted no part in a serpent god infestation throughout his dimensions, so he dismissed the idea. She was quite lovely though, pity she always had an agenda

After much driving he found a tree lot, and the attendant roped a tall tree onto the top of his car. Daniel also got directions to a store that sold Christmas decorations.

The store was crowded and garishly decorated, but he was able to pick out a whole shopping cart of decorations. He also bought cookies and a book, written for adults, about cowboys. Christmas always reminded him of cowboys because of the toys he received as a boy—cap guns, a stick horse, felt cowboy hats and plastic chaps…

Feeling quite jolly, Daniel headed to the parking lot, only to find a horrock demon chasing a young woman. She wore a most revealing green dress, very short, with her pretty legs covered with green stockings and ending in odd shoes with the pointed tips curved up, ending in dangling bells. The horrock demon got closer and she smacked it with what looked like a book bag.

Well, that was only going to anger the demon.

Daniel stepped up. “If I may be of assistance?” He conjured some melt powder and blew it on the horrock, reducing it to a pile of goo in a moment.

The girl looked at him, squealed, and tore off.

Daniel was smitten. She had hair the color of cinnamon and eyes the color of milk chocolate. Her figure was trim but curvy and as she ran off he got a glimpse of a firm, round bottom when her short dress blew up in the December wind.

He wanted to taste her. How long since he’d had a lover…well, there was that swamp witch three years ago…clammy, though quite lovely…

While he was thinking, she moved several cars away.

“You’re not safe,” he called to her.

Her face went white and she squeaked. He moved toward her and her eyes got huge in her heart shaped face.

“Oh! You are safe from me. But the horrock demons...hive mind.” He tapped his head. “Now they all know what you smell like and will be after you. Though why they would be chasing you is a mystery.”

“What?”

Her voice had a husky quality that sent a little thrill down Daniel’s spine.

“You should come with me to my tower. I can find the breech they are squeezing through and close it off. They rarely make it to earth.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you! You’re a guy in a bath robe!”

Daniel looked down at his robe, a basic black velvet one he wore for normal work hours. “Hmm. I guess I should have changed into regular earth attire.”

The girl squeaked again. Three horrock demons surrounded her, swinging their long arms in agitation, their greasy hair bristling as they reached for her.

Daniel efficiently melted them, then hustled the girl into his car while she was in a convenient state of shock. “I hate the smell of those demons. Think I’m allergic,” he said as he roared out of the parking lot. “I’m Daniel, High Wizard of the Earth.”

“Alrighty then. If you’ll just turn left here, I’ll be able to get to my place in just a few minutes.”

He turned and looked at her in disbelief. “You can’t go home! Weren’t you listening? Hive mind. Until the breach is closed, they’ll keep pouring in, looking for you. Though, like I said, I can’t conceive of why they’d be after you. Those greasy, hairy things? Those are noses. They can track you through the whole city.”

“Well, what if I leave town? Take a bus or something?”

He waggled his head. “They’d still find you. You must come to my place”

“Oh. What about your place? Won’t they bust in there, too?”

“No. I live in the Dark Tower of Power.”

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Blurb:

On a Holiday shopping trip to the mall, Evelyn is mortified when her friends dare her to sit on Santa's lap. Until she notices Santa's sexy "helper". When he asks her out, Evelyn is thrilled at her chance for a hot holiday encounter. Will she get the gift she longs for with a bit of Christmas magic along the way? Find out in this festive erotic tale that is sure to provide a whole new meaning to the words, "Naughty" and "Nice"

Excerpt:

He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair. The gentleness with which they combed her silky tresses made her lean her head into his touch. He leaned over and brushed his lips across her neck in light kisses. The goose bumps on her arms returned, this time for a more thrilling reason. Evelyn moaned.

Her fingers found his nipples and began caressing them.

Cole grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked back her head so that she could look up at him.

He kissed her long and hard. His tongue parted her lips and toyed with the tip of her tongue.

He took her breath away, and for a moment, her mind panicked.

He released her suddenly, and she quickly realized she wanted more. She curled her fingers on top of his broad chest and slowly raked her nails downward, gently at first, and then harder and harder as his nipples erected in response.

"So, you like it rough?" his voice whispered in her ear.

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Win A Free Signed Print Copy of Tasty Christmas Treats

To kick off the 25 Naughty Days of Christmas event I am giving away a signed print copy of my very own, Tasty Christmas Treats.

Be prepared this story is hot, hot, hot-sure to warm up a cold winter night.



Blurb:

Kelly has had a long day working in her upscale adult boutique. She's ready to kick off her heels and spend some quality time with her husband, Marc, which just might include activities involving candy canes, ribbons and bows that would make even Kelly blush!

But just as things are spicing up, an emergency phone call from one of Kelly's employees interrupts the festive fun. Kelly's troublemaking, oversexed cousin, Chrissy, is up to no good, and wreaking havoc in Kelly's upscale sex shop.Can Kelly convince Chrissy that her store is not a brothel before the cops shut it down? Will Kelly and Marc ever get to finish their passionate Christmas rendezvous?

Mini Excerpt

"It's my turn to taste you. Lay down."I don't object and lie down on the sofa. He peels off my velvet thong, so that I'm left just wearing the Santa hat. How festive. He reaches over to the end table next to the sofa. Just then I realize there are bottles and mugs, candy canes and marshmallows sitting on the end table.

"What are you going to do with all that?"

"Turn you into a tasty smorgasbord of Christmas treats."

I don't question it. I just wish I had known it was there. I would have used some on him. Of course! Some of those bottles must be responsible for his tasty jingle balls and candy cock. I have plenty of stuff at the store that I had special-ordered in holiday flavors.

Want to win this signed print copy of Tasty Christmas Treats?

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Winners will be announced on the Wednesday following each contest. Just like at Fang-tastic Books (if you are a follower of my other site).

Since this contest starts on Tuesday I will not announce the winner until next Wednesday the 9th along with all the winners from the other contests. Good luck everyone.

Tasty Christmas Treats is available for sale in ebook format at http://www.eternalpress.ca/tastychristmastreats.html

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Tomorrow Kicks Off the 25 Naughty Days of Christmas

So tomorrow starts the 25 Naughty Days of Christmas event. I have lots of fun and goodies planned, plenty of giveaways hot enough to warm up the long, cold winter nights.

Make sure to stop by every day to see what's posted and what might be up for grabs.

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Tomorrow I'll have a signed copy of my short story Tasty Christmas Treats to give away. One lucky winner will receive a copy of this erotic Christmas tale. Drop by tomorrow, all you have to do is leave a comment to win.

And make sure to drop by Fang-tastic Books if you are a fan of paranormal and urban fantasy books, I'll be having lots to giveaway there as well.