~“If you are thinking in any way positive about this, you do not come until I say so. Your climax belongs to me.” ~ Mac Hall…Holly’s Christmas Dom…
I’m so chuffed to be here so many thanks. It’s happy days for me. I’ve just returned from two weeks in Hong Kong, where hubby worked and I didn’t. Ponders Does that mean I can put typos and incoherent rambling down to jet lag?
The feeling after I type ‘the end’ is one of the best feelings in the world.
Not the best though wink. I’ll let you use your imagination to decide what that is. Instead it’s the satisfaction that really it’s not the end, end, it’s the end of part one. Time for a short intermission before parts two, three, four and however many more parts until the next episode. When its edited, proofed, and out there for everyone to read.
This month I’m doing a lot of happy dances. I’ve had a holiday, a birthday (no I’m not growing old gracefully) a joint book out with the great Doris O’Connor—The Dukes’ Christmas Abductions, a Christmas book I rewrote and added to, republished—Holly’s Christmas Dom, and book 5 of Diomhair—Secrets Learned—on pre order from the 15th early download on 29th.
Plus, it’s soon Christmas and I love the run up to that. Tradition, when I was a child meant the tree was put up the weekend before my birthday, and every year one new bauble was given to me as a birthday present so I could add it where I want it. In those far off days they were very fragile and most broke after a year or so, but I still have some of them and add them very carefully to our tree nowadays.
So what with a birthday, Christmas, and three books out, it’s no wonder I’m all over the place and dancing and squealing…
Ohh, and my next Carina book, The Rake’s Unveiling of Lady Belle is out on 5th January, and…and… Yeah it’s as well I love to be busy.
But, here’s a wee tease from Holly’s Christmas Dom…
Holly stared at her in concern. Carol didn’t look tipsy. Her voice was steady, and they hadn’t been to the pub yet. Surely Communion wine couldn’t affect you? Wasn’t it non-alcoholic?
“Vern the vibe is a poor substitute for a man,” Carol said, using the nickname of the vibrator they’d bought from a sex shop when they were giggling schoolgirls. “After all, he’s only got two speeds, on and off.”
Holly giggled as she remembered the furtive way they’d gone into the shop and hoped no one noticed them. Of course Mac had seen them and teased her unmercifully for weeks afterward. She wondered whatever had happened to good old Vern. They’d tossed for it, and Carol had won.
Carol hugged her and followed Noel. Holly shivered. It was bloody cold and the wind must have come straight from the Arctic. She needed to go inside before her bits froze. Why the hell did she have a skirt and stockings and suspenders on?
Because he told me to.
Damn Mac. All she wanted was a quiet life, not a clit- quivering tingle every time he came within five yards of her. Liar. On cue, her body responded to his presence, and her nipples chafed painfully on her lacy bra. Damned if she shouldn’t have said fuck it and worn her thermal vest.
“Your eyes are saying, take me, I’m yours,” a deep male voice whispered in her ear. “Have you decided yet? I told you, Holly. It has to be your decision, not mine. If you say yes, we’ll set the rules. Not until then. If you say no? Ah well, only I’ll know what you’ve turned down.” His kiss on the nape of her neck sent a totally different sort of shiver through her. If his look dampened her thong, his kiss had soaked it.
“Well?” he asked. His voice was patient, his tone as conversational as if they were talking about the weather, not their future, and like they were alone instead of in the middle of a crowd of locals. All who looked at them without any curiosity. Mac and Holly, Holly and Mac. Old friends who had bickered their way through school, and stood up for each other when necessary. Everyone knew that.
“Holly, you’ve had time. We decided on Christmas Eve. That’s tonight.” Mac stamped his feet in the snow. The air was frosty, and his breath created white misty swirls around his lips.
“You said midnight,” Holly reminded him. “And if we’re being precise, I’ve had ten years. Now I still have half an hour.” She pointed at the church clock.
The nip on her neck made her jump. “Sassy. Twenty-seven minutes and counting. But remember, so did I. Wait ten years. So?”
Damn him, I’m so not ready. However, deep down, she knew she was more than ready, just scared to admit it.
“So you can wait. I’ll meet you in the Cock and Bull then.”
Mac spun her around to face him. His eyes narrowed, and the flecks of gold in the dark brown irises were hidden from view. “You wouldn’t be thinking of reneging, would you?” His voice was enough to make her want to sink to her knees. Talk about dominant and commanding. It was all that and more. It was just as well they were in the village square and there was ice and snow on the ground. Her at his feet? Now that would give the locals something to talk about. “I’ll be mighty pissed if you are.” He put his arm around her, and his hand caressed her ass through the heavy coat she was wearing. Even through all the layers, the heat of his touch seared her skin.
Scary and, damn it, exciting. Sod him. If he moves that finger any harder, it’ll be in my asshole. It was a thought that made her breath hitch.
“Whatever you decide, I want to hear it from you,” Mac said. “To look into your eyes and see if it’s the truth or you’re running scared. ”
“I don’t break promises, Mac. If you think I do, let’s call it all off now.” Holly knew her tone reflected her hurt, and she didn’t care. Even if she still didn’t know what her answer would be, she had no intention of chickening out of their meeting.
Liar. You do know. You’ve always known.
“Oh no. You’re not getting out of it that easily,” Mac warned her. “If you want to be a coward, you’ll tell me face-to-face. We’ve waited this long. It’s going to be full-on reasons. Okay, I’m off to grab us a table. See you soon.” He turned on his heel and left her standing in the now almost deserted square. She guessed a lot of people had gone home, it was too damned cold to linger, and those who weren’t now in front of their own fires were in the queue to fill the pub.
Holly watched his progress. He was popular like her brother and one of the local “boys done good” brigade. A lot of people stopped him to talk as he made his way up the queue. Of course he’d have a table booked. Mac thought of everything.
Was that good or bad?
Secrets Learned Blurb
What happens at Diomhair, stays there. Pleasure or pain? Mimi needs to know and Alex wants to show her.
When Mimi Leman is asked to go to a ‘Meet the Dom and chat to a sub’ night at her local BDSM club, little does she know what she’ll find.
Curious? Oh yes. Interested? She’s not sure.
After all, she’s anti pain, and a BDSM virgin. Mimi knows things will go either badly wrong or perfectly right and has no idea which.
It’s up to sadist Alex Sunderland to ensure it’s the latter. He’s everyone’s idea of how a Dom should be, even Mimi can see that, but is he the one to show her the lifestyle?
Alex is intrigued by Mimi, and is sure that deep down she’s the perfect sub…for him.
Mimi wants to be, but can she conquer her fear of pain and let herself fly?
Only trying will tell.
The Dukes’ Christmas Abductions… Blurb
When Clara lands the job as curator of Faversham House it’s a dream come true. Especially when her favorite Regency Erotica writer Vicky Hopewell shadows her in the run up to the annual estate ball—a tradition left over from Regency times.
The costume ball is always the highlight of the year, but neither woman expects to be confronted by two drop dead gorgeous Dukes.
Daniel Danvers, the Duke of Hockwell thinks Clara is one of the servants invited to the estate ball.
Kit Capel, the Duke of Aulban cannot understand why his wife Victoria acts as though she doesn’t know him.
As both couples slowly come to terms with the reality of their situations, can they find happiness? Is it as simple as following your heart?
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