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But first …. here’s my little ditty to get you into the Christmas spirit. And the word that you need for this scavenger hunt is under the story.
P.S. It’s a little bit graphical.
Home Comforts
Christmas was fast approaching, something that Sarah Jane was not looking forward to at all. It was to be her first Christmas away from her family and wonderful England.
Sarah Jane had lived in Greece for the past eight months with her boyfriend Kostas, whom she had met while holidaying in Kavos, Corfu. During their time together, Sarah Jane’s months were filled with new adventures and experiences, so she didn’t have much spare time to think about her family or England. Only now, December had arrived, and Christmas suddenly seemed daunting.
The closer the holidays came, the more Sarah Jane thought about her home and all the things she took for granted and now missed. Greece had their own traditions, but unfortunately, they didn’t include roast turkey and Christmas pudding. What it did include was a Christmas dinner of egg and lemon soup with boiled chicken – yummy.
Within no time, Christmas Eve arrived, and Sarah Jane was feeling very unhappy. She was upset with herself for not choosing to go home for Christmas and upset with Kostas for not making an effort.
“You’ll have to get used to it if you’re going to stay here.” He had told her.
The thing was, Kostas had been to England. He had experienced a typical English Christmas, so surely he understood how she was feeling and how homesick she was? But then, she couldn’t lay all the blame on him. It seemed that even her own family back home had forgotten her. No presents, not one card. It was as if Christmas didn’t exist, and she wished the holidays would just come and go.
Already, she had made up her mind that it was going to be her worst Christmas ever.
Sarah Jane felt needed cheering up; it seemed even Kostas was avoiding her because of her moods. So that miserable Christmas Eve, she decided to visit her friend. Mary lived locally and was married with far too many children. She had survived many dreary Christmas. Sarah Jane hoped she would get some tips on how to endure the holidays and even a little support. However, all Mary could say was:
“You’ll get used to it. You wait until Easter; it’s fabulous; parades, big celebrations, you’ll love it.”
But Sarah Jane didn’t want to wait until Easter. With a heavy heart, she left Mary’s and started to make her way back home.
She knew she needed to make an effort even if her heart said otherwise, and she didn’t want to spoil the holidays for Kostas and his family.
She settled for a couple of drinks and a cuddle on the sofa with Kostas. However, as she neared the house, she felt a change. Home suddenly felt warm and inviting.
Sarah Jane stood speechless at the open door. Frank Sinatra’s familiar Christmas tune poured out into the street.
Her living room was covered in Christmas decorations. Tinsel and streamers showered every wall, and to her right, she saw the best-looking Christmas tree ever. It was adorned with beautiful garlands and twinkling lights, and her lungs filled with the scent of fresh pine. Underneath the tree were the missing presents and cards. Sitting on a seasonal-dressed table were mince pies, a bowl of mixed nuts, and a bottle of Moet chilling on ice.
Sarah Jane felt so happy; she thought she’d burst. Instead, tears flowed down her cheek.
Kostas had spent most of the day finding a suitable tree to chop down. The live turkey that had been hidden away was now sitting proudly on a plate prepared and ready for cooking.
The postman had delivered the presents a week before. He hid them in the attic, knowing Sarah Jane would never go up there.
“Kostas, I – oh my God, how did you? … I didn’t know – thank you. Oh, thank you so much.”
She ran to where he was standing, which happened to be under a bough of mistletoe.
“Merry Christmas, my darling,” he said.
And as it happened, it was the merriest she’d ever had.
Dark MC romance 18+ due to graphic and explicit scenes. Book 4 of the OUTLAW series (stand-alone)
Expect murder, mischief, and mayhem.
Beautiful and yet scarred, Gem works in a supermarket living the safe life she has chosen after surviving a violent past running with an outlaw motorcycle club. Excitement beckons in the form of a handsome biker named Shep, who introduces her to the rest of his legit racing club, Rage. However, members of Rage won’t accept Gem until she’s proven herself, and Shep sees her as no more than a trophy for his drugged up ego. Gem then makes the mistake of getting involved in Rage’s illegal activities, which then lands her back in the arms of an outlaw motorcycle club and a deadly conclusion.
“West has called you out. You’re racing tonight. Be at the pub by nine.”
This is what the club had been waiting for. My race against West was gonna bring in some big bucks, and I wasn’t about to lose. I had a name, street cred, and a reputation as a winner, and now West wanted a piece of me. I’d know how much Blade put on me when I got my ten percent, I thought hungrily. I wanted this. I could already taste the victory.
I met up with Blade in the bar and he pulled me to one side.
“You’ve won four out of four races,” he said. “Now I want you to lose.”
I stared at him. “You want me to lose?” I repeated.
“Yes.”
“How much you putting on this race?” I asked.
“Enough. Listen, this is between us, understand?”
“Yes and no,” I answered.
“Don’t make it look too easy. I don’t want Rage accused of fixing the race. It’s got to be a close call. Here’s five hundred,” he whispered and put a roll of money in my fist. No one saw the exchange. “And you still get your ten percent, okay?”
“Okay,” I said.
I didn’t know where Blade was going with this. I wanted to keep up my winning record, but he was the president and, as a member of Rage, I had to follow his orders.
Although there were other members racing that night, mine was the one everyone was talking about and would continue talking about, after I lost the race. I was not looking forward to it. Everyone was rooting for me, and I was about to let them all down, apart from Blade. Five hundred pounds. Five hundred pounds, I kept repeating in my head.
There were loads of spectators already waiting when we got to the rendezvous point. Word must have gotten out.
West was sitting on his Ducati with a big grin on his face and two blondes standing on either side of him. I wished I could wipe that smile off his face, but I knew he’d be shouting about his win for weeks, months even. I turned my sight back to the bike in front and followed the convoy through the deluge of spectators.
I was first up. It was such an anticipated race that no one was willing to wait or interested in watching other racers. I saw a lot of money exchange hands as I suited up. Sitting on my bike, waiting for the flag to drop, my heart was racing. Adrenaline was pumping, but this time it wasn’t because of the coming rush. Inside, I was furious. I could take West. There’d be no contest.
While I was trying to get into the ‘zone’, I pictured another race with West; this time, I won, and as I had lost the last, the stakes had been raised. I pictured myself with a helmet full of notes. A thought occurred. Blade was a smart man; maybe this was just the beginning of the hustle.
As soon as the flag dropped, my bike flew. I was already in the lead, and, from my mirror, I saw West closing the gap. The blur of spectators passed, and then it was just me and the road ahead. I allowed him to come alongside me. It was best if it looked like a dead heat. Man, I was so close, I could taste the victory. I needed to ease off slowly, but my body had other ideas. My grip was frozen.
I could see the finish line. My heart was pounding. My breath stuck in my chest. I managed to move my fingers, and that’s when West’s front tyre overtook mine and crossed the line first.
I slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop.
“—-, —-!” I yelled, banging my fists on the tank. I wanted to throw my bike down in disgust, but it wasn’t her fault. Instead, I rode over to the side and parked the bike before taking my helmet off and throwing it on the ground. For good measure, I kicked it across the road. Anyone in the vicinity could hear my verbal abuse. They kept their distance. It was obvious I was upset, but not for the reason they thought.
Blade found me leaning against a wall, my arms crossed tight against my chest.
“I know that must have been hard,” he said.
“You’ve no —— idea,” I spat, and then walked away from him.
Doc then came jogging over. “What happened, Gem?”
“He had a better bike,” I said.
“Did he?”
I saw the look in his eyes. He knew the truth.
“Come on,” he said, nudging my shoulder. “I’m racing next, and I need your support.”
I smiled. He didn’t need me. He had enough support. However, I stood at the starting line to watch him and even put a small bet on him. I knew he’d win for me. Out of elation, I ran up to him and planted a hard kiss on his lips. Doc pulled me to him. His mouth opened, and we kissed fervently. I had never felt anything like it. My stomach turned in a good way. It went right down to my —-. The hairs on my arms stood up, and I swear I saw a spark. I loved the taste of him, and I wanted more. I had never felt so much passion from one kiss. Whistles from our audience broke the special moment. We stepped away but couldn’t take our eyes off one another.
“Whoa!” I spoke.
“My sentiment exactly,” Doc replied breathlessly.
“About bloody time,” Blade shouted.
I don’t know about Doc, but I had a huge grin on my face and was red from embarrassment.
“Come back to my place,” Doc whispered. I nodded and boy, did my heart race.
The sweeter the revenge, the more bitter the cost.
Ethan Ashford prefers the private playrooms of his exclusive club to the backstabbing elite society into which he was born. But when his billionaire ailing father asks him to attend a gala dinner, he reluctantly agrees. Only to encounter an eerily familiar face that freezes him in his tracks.
He quickly realizes the woman isn’t Joyce, a conniving social climber who almost ruined his family, but her cousin Siena Maynard, a fledgling fashion designer who pings Ethan’s Dom radar from across the ballroom. Even better, her uncanny resemblance to Joyce sparks a plan that will satisfy his hunger for revenge—and his craving to have sweet Siena at his mercy.
Phase one: Dig up every detail about Siena, from her dwindling funds to her brother’s shady connections. Phase two: Back her into a corner with one way out—to accept him as her sole benefactor in exchange for her total submission.
Ethan fully expected to take diabolical pleasure in Siena’s body, tears, and flesh. But he never imagined she’d sink so deeply under his skin that losing her would destroy what’s left of his soul.
Twisted Proposal is a standalone romance in the Central Florida Stories universe. Contains D/s dynamics, intense scenes, and lots of dirty talk.
Ethan spotted the open bar and made a beeline for it. Taking his reserved seat at the table required liquid nerve from a stiff one, possibly several stiff ones.
The bartender took care of him right away, “What will you have?”
Ethan stuffed a five-dollar bill in the tip glass. “I’ll take a scotch neat and a water chaser. Single malt if you have it.”
“Right away, sir.”
A hand fell on his shoulder. “Always a great tipper.” Ethan would recognize the drawl and the man in a packed room. Ethan turned and smiled. Daniel’s red hair could illuminate the darkest night. He’d let it grow longer, which made the color even brighter.
“Daniel. Glad to see you, cuz.”
“Are we in need of reinforcements?” Chuckling, Daniel slid next to him. He signaled to the bartender. “Vodka tonic. Double vodka, with a splash of tonic, please.”
The bartender acknowledged him with a quick nod.
“More like a whiff of tonic with your vodka,” Ethan said.
“Are you kidding? This is nothing. By the time I join the others, I intend to be properly shit-faced.”
As their beverages were served, Ethan pulled Daniel to the corner of the bar. “Which is your table? I’m sitting with the Browns. They’re not too bad, except for when Lindon dozes off and snores.” He shook his head. “Plus, his daughter is on the hunt for anyone who’ll take her off the spinster’s list.”
“Priscilla? There’s a shy mouse for you. We’ve had a few conversations.” Daniel grinned. “She’s as meek as she is vanilla. Not to mention naïve. If you showed her a pair of cuffs, she’d weep or have a heart attack.”
“I don’t need that vanilla crap. My conscience would kill me if I spoiled her innocence. You know where my head is at and the kind of woman I prefer.”
“Of course I do.” Daniel gulped the rest of his drink. He held the empty glass out to the bartender. “We’re much alike, dear cousin. I’m only surprised you haven’t taken the next step.”
“Full time M/s?” Ethan raised a shoulder. “My requirements are specific. The right submissive hasn’t come along. Speaking of slaves, did you leave Valerie home?”
Daniel jutted his jaw toward the doorway. “Hell, no. There she is. She went to the restroom. Valerie is my dining playmate. She keeps me sane and entertained. I couldn’t handle these stuffy gala events without her.”
Ethan glanced over his shoulder. He’d met Daniel’s stunning partner and slave at Club Nexus. Her strapless ruby-red gown was painted onto her hourglass figure. As she floated past tables and guests, her Celtic torc slave collar gleamed. She wore no jewelry except for her Master’s symbol of ownership. Men and women eyed her, some with desire, others with envy.
His imagination took off. Considering his cousin’s proclivities, Ethan was pretty sure Valerie’s every orifice had been wired and plugged with a remote-control erotic device. It was what he would’ve done. Now he wished he were sitting at their table, watching Valerie squirm, twitch, and keep a straight face while her Master turned on and off her intimate attachments.
“Would you like another?” The bartender’s question distracted his salacious thoughts. It wasn’t easy erasing the image. Valerie’s seductive perfume reached his nostrils. Hell, but the woman screamed sex.
“Sure,” Ethan said, combing his fingers through his hair. “I’ll take another.”
Shit, three drinks would be better.
Daniel clapped his shoulder. “I get it. She’s something else. Temptation on two legs.”
“Hey. I’d never—”
“I know you wouldn’t cross the line. I’m not blind, and the chemistry between you two is obvious. I know my slave. Valerie wouldn’t mind a threesome. She thinks you’re hot.”
“This is so embarrassing. How many drinks have you had?”
“Not enough.” Daniel laughed. “I’m perfectly comfortable sharing her with you. You’re my cousin and an experienced dominant who takes a lady’s pleasure seriously. Valerie is so expressive when she’s stimulated, it’s exciting to watch her. The three of us can salvage an otherwise boring night of business and turn it into hours of fun.” Daniel grasped Valerie’s hand. Pulling her close, he murmured against her cheek. “Do we invite Ethan to our room? What do you think, kitten? How would you like two cocks buried in you tonight? Hmmm?”
Valerie’s blush was soft. Lowering her dark eyelashes, she stared directly at Ethan’s crotch with a half smile. It was a clear display of desire. He was suddenly spellbound and submerged in deep erotic waters. The pull from Daniel and his slave’s seductive foreplay was irresistible.
He’d shared submissives with Daniel before. His cousin enjoyed threesomes. Ethan liked the physical aspect, but playing with and seducing the mind and spirit of a sub were his cousin’s specialty. Daniel knew how to knot up and unravel a submissive’s emotions to the point of wild paroxysm. He could write books about the process, and Ethan had learned much from him. Tonight might be one of those impromptu learning experiences. He’d made no commitments or plans, and an enthusiastic romp with Daniel and Valerie could save his visit to Atlanta.
“You’ve taken my head right out of this boring event,” Ethan said.
“True words.” Daniel arched a ruddy eyebrow, glancing at his crotch. “You’ll need a minute before going to your table. When did you fuck last?”
“You can be so crass.”
“Not crass, honest. So, when?”
“Oh, hell. Two days, maybe more. I don’t keep count.”
Valerie giggled. Frowning, Daniel held her chin. “You think this is funny?”
Her eyes went huge. “No, Master. Please. I didn’t mean…” She made a garbled sound and stiffened. Daniel must have activated the vibrators to full power.
Trying not to laugh at her predicament, Ethan hid his smile under his hand and glanced away toward the ballroom’s entrance.
His mind and heart froze.
The woman under the archway… Her gaze crossed briefly with his. His breath caught. He dropped his arm.
“No. It can’t be!” he exclaimed. His soul filled with blazing hatred. The urge to get close, clutch that pale throat, and squeeze until she went limp and lifeless in his fist overcame all thought. He made a move forward…
“Ah, shit. Stop, Ethan.” Daniel grabbed his arm. “It’s not her. It’s not Joyce!”
Award-winning and bestselling author Victoria Saccenti writes contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic women’s fiction. Not one for heart and flower stories, she explores the strengths and weaknesses of the human spirit, the twists and turns of intimate interactions, and all possible happy endings.
After thirty years of traveling the world, she has settled in Central Florida, where she splits her busy schedule between family and her active muse at Essence Publishing. However, if she could convince her husband to sell their home, she would pack up her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores.
I don’t read a lot of books, but when I do, they have to be in a certain style, at a certain pace and relatable.
I’ve read every book in Victoria Saccenti’s Central Florida Stories collection. This book is just a shortish story, a novelette, but it packs a powerful punch.
Most of Victoria’s stories are character based, but this one delved not only into the actions of a sub and dom relationship but the emotions that these two players, Danelle and Sergio, express.
He’s looking for the perfect submissive. She is looking for her dom; only her last dom had dumped her and didn’t end the relationship the correct way. This left Danielle emotionally battered and unable to trust again.
I’m not going to go into any more of the storyline, but it’s well worth a read, especially if you download it now.!
The next exciting and hot book in the fabulous PNR fantasy, The Titanian Chronicles.
Hagen drags himself to the gates of Hell, body and soul shredded by the bloodlust that consumes all the unmated of his kind. Awaiting the painful atonement that will buy him ten more years to find his eternal mate—or face oblivion. But Hades himself kicks him out with the bloodlust still prowling, unsatisfied, in his veins. And he meets a slave woman who captivates him like no other.
Bargained away by her parents to Master O, a mysterious, cruel wizard, Faiza serves in his household, keeping her small magic a secret, plagued by wild, confusing visions of a strange, suffering man. Then the master brings home a wounded Titanian warrior whose touch sends ice, fire, and desire racing through her body.
When she learns Master O plans to use Hagen as a weapon to conquer all races, she devises a desperate plan to free him—a plan that opens a portal to a world she’s never known. And a destiny entwined with danger that could destroy them all.
Pre-order the ebook now for just 99c. The price will increase on release day, so get your copy now.
From awarding winning author Karen J Mossman, comes a heart-warming Christmas tale.
Tina tells the story of what happened one Christmas time.
Who knew life could change so drastically from one heartbeat to the next. One second, you’re full of wonderous joy, the next …
The holidays are a festive time. For Tina and her family, Christmas is the most magical of all. The tastes, smells, laughter – even the complaints are a part of the traditions and vital to the memories. But one Christmas, tragedy struck and changed everything…
Will Tina be able to rediscover the magic, or has her joy been lost forever?
One Christmas has been rewritten and published by Norns Triad Publications with a beautiful new cover. Available as an eBook and paperback.
At 54 pages long it’s a perfect story to sit beside the Christmas tree with and read over a weekend.
A rollercoaster of emotion, Tina’s tale will melt your heart and take you on a journey as she learns to live and love again.
Karen believes in the happy ever after and wants you to close the last page with a warm glow in your heart.
If you preorder, the eBook will land on your kindle on the 5th of December. Alternatively, order a paperback on publication day. It will make a beautiful gift for your friends and family.
So, there we were – Elis and I – sitting together. Elis chatted about his job as a pilot trainer at RAF Valley. I enjoyed the stories he told of the new candidates who took to the skies for the first time. As he spoke, we held hands across the table. The way his fingers felt gave me a connection that excluded everyone else as I listened.
“You’re exquisite when you look at me like that,” he said, interrupting his story.
I continued to stare into his eyes, losing myself in their depths. “That’s because I’m listening to every word. You don’t know how sexy your voice sounds.”
Elis grinned, and my heart fluttered. His eyes flicked right.
I glanced to see what caught his attention. There was a woman walking through the room, watching us.
Dawn!
I spun around and gave her a death glare.
My sister froze, throwing me a sheepish grin. ‘Going to the toilet,’ she mouthed and pointed in that direction.
Leaning back in the chair, I let out a loud sigh. “Elis, meet my sister, Dawn.”
Karen J Mossman based the book on the area she lives. Anglesey is an island off the north Wales coast.