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MM Historical Fiction Holiday Sale!
Dec 10, 2017 
Filed under: historical, holiday, m/m, Sale
Get swept away to times past.
Thirteen authors share the history and setting of their books or book excerpts.
Follow the links below to the authors’ posts to
read all the authors’ posts and then go pick up a great read
for half-price or less from December 12 – 24!
My story, Revolutionary Temptation is set in 1777 during the American Revolution. A sequel, Of Hope and Anguish, is coming in February 2018.
Blurb:
The American colonists are fighting for their independence, but the battlefield is not the only place to wage war. When General Washington’s head of intelligence asks Captain Jack West to spy on the British in New York, Jack agrees, despite reservations about this ungentlemanly pursuit.
Jack’s contact in the city recruits bookshop owner Elias Ashfield, an impeccably dressed sensualist who flaunts his desire for both men and women and seeks a place in high society. Jack longs for a simple life guided by clear principles. Eli is a risk-taker who knows how to get what he wants. And he wants Jack in his bed.
Events in Jack’s past have made him fearful of acting on his secret craving for a man’s touch, but Eli intrigues Jack as much as he infuriates him. As Jack and Eli search for the information the rebel army needs, they realize there’s more between them than mere lust. But finding a way to be together may prove more difficult than defeating the British Empire.
Excerpt:
Jack cleared his throat. “If Major Bradford is at leisure to accompany you ladies, I will take leave of you and follow Mr. Ashfield. If I’m to have reading material, I may as well pick it out myself rather than impose on him.”
Mr. Ashfield looked at Jack as if it would be his pleasure to have Jack impose on him in intimate ways. Jack turned away before Mr. Ashfield’s lack of discretion caused comment.
“I am exceedingly pleased to be these ladies’ chaperone,” Bradford responded.
Constance smiled. “If I do not meet up with you before then, I shall see you at home for dinner, Mr. West.”
Jack bowed, and Constance linked arms with Miss Bradford and sailed off.
“This way, sir,” Mr. Ashfield said. “My shop is just there.” He pointed to a building down the street. Jack saw the sign—De Lancey’s Emporium—with a stack of books painted on it.
As they crossed the street, Jack watched Mr. Ashfield. His gaze drifted down over the man’s firm ass and his legs, which were sculpted perfection. Then the wind caught Mr. Ashfield’s hat, and it was blown away, revealing his beautiful golden hair in all its glory. Was it as soft as it looked? Jack was beginning to believe Mr. Ashfield was his ultimate fantasy come to life.
“Mr. West?” Ashfield asked as they entered the store.
“Um…yes?”
Ashfield smirked. Fuck, Jack was being obvious.
“What type of book are you looking for, sir?”
Jack pondered this. He’d never been much of a reader, preferring to be outside, doing something physical. In school he’d been forced to pour over dry law books until his eyes ached. He’d not read much since. “History, I suppose.” That at least had some appeal as an interesting subject.
“Hmmm. Might I make a suggestion?”
Ashfield’s tone indicated that his suggestion might be very lewd. Surely Jack was imagining that. “Of course, sir,” Jack answered.
Ashfield took Jack’s arm and pulled him toward a shelf in the corner. The warm, firm contact had Jack’s cock very interested. He bit back a groan. The last thing he needed was a fucking cockstand.
Focus on the books.
The shelf displayed ghastly gothic novels.
Jack snorted. “These are hardly something I would be interested in.”
“Really?” Ashfield drew the word out and held Jack’s gaze. God, his eyes are beautiful.
“Mr. Ashfield, I don’t care for nonsense written to titillate girls just out of the schoolroom.”
“Oh, you think that’s what they’re for, do you? You may call me Eli, by the way. I believe we are going to be friends.”
Without answering, Jack picked up a copy of Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded.
“Ah, yes, that is one of my most sought-for books, but I much prefer this one.” Eli ran a finger over the cover of The Palace of Mysteries. “It’s anonymously written and quite…horrid.” He dropped his voice to say the last word, and Jack felt it like a caress.
“You can’t tell me you read this…balderdash.”
“I do, as do plenty of…”—he gave Jack a studying once-over—“officers who patronize this shop. You’d be surprised just how popular this ‘balderdash’ is.”
What was Eli implying? Had Jack reached for his sword or given some other indication he was or had been in the army?
Eli reached across Jack, stepping close enough to press his chest against Jack’s side. Jack sucked in his breath, which turned out to be a mistake; Eli smelled like cinnamon, nutmeg, and smoke—likely from standing close to a hearth.
Jack wanted to bury his face in Eli’s neck and draw in his scent while tasting his warm skin. Instead, he stepped to the side. “Excuse me.”
“Oh, you didn’t have to move.” Eli’s smile said he regretted the loss of intimacy. Was he truly openly flirting with Jack?
Jack glanced at the book Eli had selected. “The Palace of Horrors?”
“There are some quite chilling scenes in there. Mary is left all alone in a haunted palace and ends up lost in a series of tunnels. She believes she is being chased by a beast and—”
Jack held his hand up. “Enough.”
“But you seem like a man who craves new experiences.”
“I…” Jack exhaled slowly. “I suppose I am.”
“Then try one of these books. You might like it.”
Jack shook his head. “No. Something on ancient history. The life of a Roman general or…Greek architecture. Or…” What else could he say that sounded loftier than this gothic rubbish but not utterly dull?
Maybe you are utterly dull. Jack heard the words in his sister’s voice.
Eli sighed. “Are you certain I can’t convince you otherwise?”
“No, these stories are…not for me.” Firm, but no longer insulting. He could be a gentleman.
“You never know what you might be into if you don’t try.”
Jack cleared his throat. He really needed to get out of this shop before Eli’s flirting and his own baser instincts overtook him. “I’m certain. Just select something historical for me, and I’ll be on my way.”
Eli bowed. “As you wish, sir. Wait here.” He gestured toward a pair of armchairs by the fire. “I’ll select something that suits your taste and wrap it up for you.”
Jack watched Eli walk away, unable to take his eyes off the gorgeous lines of his legs, firm thighs, muscular calves, outrageously ornate shoes. The man was a fop and far less discreet than he should be, not Jack’s type at all. Fantasy and reality should not meet. Oh, who the hell was he kidding—Eli was exactly the sort of man who called to Jack’s most sinful desires. He would have to work hard to curb his lust if they were going to work together.
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Alex Beecroft
The Reluctant Berserker
Era: Early Medieval/Dark Ages Saxon
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JP Kenwood
February and December (Dominus Calendar Series I)
Era: Imperial Rome
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Simon and the Christmas Spirit (Victorian Holiday Hearts series)
Era: Victorian
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Christina E. Pilz
Fagin’s Boy: The Further Particulars of a Parish Boy’s Progress
Era: Victorian
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Anne Barwell
On Wings of Song
Era: WWI – 1920
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Brita Addams
Beloved Unmasked
Era: Early 20th Century New Orleans
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Deanna Wadsworth
Wrecked
Era: pre-Civil War Key West, Florida
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Joanna Chambers
Unnatural
Era: Regency
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Michael Jensen
Man & Monster
Era: 1799, America
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Wendy Rathbone
Ganymede: Abducted by the Gods
Era: Bronze Age, fantasy, alternate myth
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Charlene Newcomb
Men of the Cross (Battle Scars I)
Medieval – 12th century
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Ruby Moone
Memories
Era: Regency
Holiday Books
Nov 19, 2015 Filed under: contemporary, D/s, holiday, m/m, paranormal, shapeshifter
The holiday season is fast approaching! While I don’t have a holiday book per se this year, Professional Distance wraps up at Christmas and the holiday plays a significant part in the end. I love writing about couples at Christmas and about the holiday in all it’s cheesy glory – overdone decorations, movies, music, and ugly sweaters. And the food, oh the holiday food. If you enjoy holiday books too, check out these.
Holiday Hotties – Free and 99cent M/M Stories
Dec 23, 2014 Filed under: holiday, m/m, Sale, web event
Need some heat in your holiday? Check out this fantastic list of m/m stories from a variety of authors all FREE or 99 cents, many Christmas themed. My contributions include Needing A Little Christmas, One Kiss, and Unexpected Rescue.
Deanna Wadsworth’s Naughty North Pole
Dec 2, 2014 Filed under: guest blogger, holiday
Today I’m thrilled to welcome, my good friend, Deanna Wadsworth. She’s here to share her latest Naughty North Pole story, Everybody Hates Fruitcake…
How do Santa’s Elves shop for Christmas?
Well, in THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE, Santa’s elves really have no need to Black Friday shop or login in Cyber Monday. Since they make toys and gifts at the Workshop, most elves who want to give a gift to their loved ones barter. For example, Pip from PIP’S BOXING DAY WISH rewired the internet connection in the stable bunkhouse in order to have a new fur coat for his boyfriend Erik. It gets cold working out in the stables at the North Pole, so the gift is Pip’s way of keeping his lover as warm during the workday as he does at night. Sheila, the head chef has been known to bake cookies in order to get jewelry for her wife Danni. This year, however Danni and Sheila are bartering with something else as a gift for their friend Ivan.
In my fifth NAUGHTY NORTH POLEbook EVERYBODY HATES FRUITCAKE, readers get to meet Ivan, one of Santa’s reindeer handlers who work out in the stables making sure Santa’s team are ready for the big Christmas Eve ride. But Ivan has been feeling blue lately because he has a secret.
In case you haven’t heard all of Santa’s elves have candy flavored cum in THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE LOL And it only seemed right that one of them would taste like fruitcake. Trouble is, Ivan knows all the jokes people say about fruitcake, and he is afraid to tell anyone his secret. He thinks no one will ever find him as delicious as the chocolate and peanut butter flavored guys.
But Sheila—the head chef at the North Pole and supervisor of Santa’s Christmas Cookie Baking School—thinks fruitcake is delicious! She has been spending years perfecting her recipe, but has never been able to get it right. When her wife Danni tells her about Ivan….well, let’s just say Sheila is in the mood for some taste testing!
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Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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Ivan has the bad luck to be the only elf at the naughty North Pole with fruitcake-flavored cum—and he’s not telling anyone. When fellow elf Jimmy hits on him, Ivan fears revealing his secret and losing a chance to have a real relationship with the sexy elf.
After all, everybody hates fruitcake!
Danni’s wife Sheila is the Head Chef at the North Pole. Unfortunately, while Sheila hunts for the perfect recipe for fruitcake, she neglects her wifely duties. So when Ivan tells Danni about his dilemma, she devises a plan to solve both of their problems.
Can these two girls help Ivan realize he is perfect just the way he is? Will Danni’s wife perfect her fruitcake recipe with Ivan’s special ingredient? But most importantly, will Ivan have the courage to take Jimmy up on his offer?
EXCERPT:
A soft hand caressed mine. “Why don’t you like Jimmy?”
Naturally, Danni wouldn’t let it drop. “It’s not that,” I answered. “I like him a lot, actually. That’s the problem.”
She shook her head, her long black ponytail swaying. “That makes absolutely no sense.”
“Of course you don’t get it.” I brushed a lock of silky black hair off her brow. Her bangs were always falling in her eyes, and she didn’t flinch from my familiarity. “You’re perfect.”
Grinning, she said, “Well, that’s obvious. But it still doesn’t explain why you say you like Jimmy, yet you ignore all his advances.”
“Because I don’t know if I should do anything about it. He’ll just end up being disappointed.”
“I’m still going to go with, that makes absolutely no sense.” She gave me a head to toe once over. I managed a smile when she tipped back to take in my ass and give me a whistle—she was such a flirt. “You’re gorgeous, Ivan. And you’re funny. You forget I’ve seen you take care of those pathetic earthbound reindeer.”
“They’re not pathetic.”
“See what I mean? All the other Dökkálfar in the stables prefer to work with the flyers. But not you. You’re kind and patient. A real caregiver. So I ask you, what would Jimmy have to be disappointed about?”
I squirmed in my seat, unsure if I should tell her, but desperately wanting to. I had not breathed a word of it since I’d arrived, preferring to have my choice of lovers, rather than be laughed at like I had been in my hometown. But something about the sincerity, the kindness in Danni’s brown eyes made me feel like I should trust her. Like it was finally time to tell someone the truth.
“Because I taste like fruitcake.”
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Flash Fiction Holiday Blog Hop
Dec 1, 2014 Filed under: contemporary, free story, holiday, m/m, web event
I’m thrilled to be participating in the Flash Fiction Holiday Blog Hop! All stories in the hop are inspired by the picture below and must contain a “bad boy” character and a winter holiday theme. I hope you like my offering. Leave a comment and you’ll be entered to win your choice of any book from my backlist.
“Come on, man. I don’t need any presents okay,” Kyle tried to pull away from Brad’s hug, but Brad just tightened his arms and leaned in, kissing his neck like he didn’t care who saw.
“Everybody deserves presents and you’ve been talking about how much you wished you had a tablet for ages.”
“Yeah, but I don’t expect you to buy me one, okay. If I could find an employer willing to take a chance on a loser with a record I could save up for my own.”
Brad sighed. “I already told you my dad would be willing to vouch for you.”
“I didn’t even mean for your parents to know who I was.”
“I thought we were past that.”
He heard the anger in Brad’s voice, but all he did was huff.
Brad leaned over and reached out for a bottle of sparkly bath salts from a display in front of them. Kyle hadn’t even noticed that he’d wandered into the bath department. He’d simply wanted to get away from the electronics he couldn’t afford.
“How about this then? You surely can’t argue it’s too expensive.”
Kyle didn’t want to laugh, but he couldn’t help himself. Brad managed to ask the question in such a serious voice.
“Only if you plan to use them with me.”
“Now that sounds appropriately kinky.” He let go of Kyle and turned, glancing around the store. “Now where’s the check out.”
“Give me those.” Kyle yanked the bath salts out of his hand and set them back on the display shelf.
Brad laughed. “You sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Come on, let’s get out of here.”
“If we leave, you’re coming back to my house,” Brad insisted. “I don’t see why you won’t just move in.”
“No… I… I just can’t.”
Brad shook his head. “When are you going to get it?”
“Get what?” Kyle’s face burned from embarrassment. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, but most people seemed too caught up in their holiday shopping to pay attention to anything but the array of goods for sale.
“That I love you.”
Kyle took a step back and nearly knocked over a display of heavily scented lotions. “You what?”
Brad smiled. “I love you. And I don’t care who you used to be. I only care about who you are now.”
“I’m still that guy. I’m still the guy who used to steal anything I thought I could re-sell.”
Brad shook his head.
Kyle stared at him, unable to really comprehend what he’d said. A knot formed in his throat and his eyes stung. Holy fucking fuck! He was a hardened criminal not a crybaby. “I’ve got to get out of here.”
He took off running, only thinking of how he had to get somewhere he could breathe. The tightness in his chest seemed to cut off his air. He raced through the mall and finally came to an exit. He burst through the door, starling an older couple who were coming in.
Once outside, he sat on a bench and gulped the chilly air. So much better, not trapped, not scared. No one had ever told him they loved him. No one. He’d never met his dad, and his mom was more concerned with what he could get for her than taking care of him. Eventually, she disappeared and he was on his own. And he’d been fine like that. Until Brad.
He heard footsteps, and without looking, he knew Brad had found him. Brad would always find him.
“No one ever said that to me.” Kyle still didn’t look up.
Brad sat beside him and laid a hand on his back. “I’m sorry, but it’s how I feel.”
Those words made him turn around. “Don’t apologize. I love you too.” His mouth dropped open after those words came out. He’d meant to say “I don’t need you feeling bad.”
Brad cupped the side of his face and kissed him, a quick gentle kiss but one that heated him from head to toe. “You are all the Christmas present I need. Will you come home with me?”
Kyle took a long, slow breath. “Yeah, I will.”
“Will you let my dad be a reference for you?”
Kyle’s natural stubbornness rose up. He wanted to refuse again, but it was pointless, Brad would eventually wear him down. “Okay.”
Brad grinned. “And that is all the Christmas present I need.”
Kyle gave him a sly grin. “So I should just return the—“
Brad laid a finger over his lips. “Absolutely not. And I’m not making any returns either.”
Kyle narrowed his eyes at Brad.
But brad kissed him again. “Let’s wait a little while to argue more about gifts.”
All Kyle could do was smile. “Fine. Now let’s go home.”
Check out the other blogs in the hop. There are lots of great stories!
Guest Author – Deana Wadsworth’s Countdown to Christmas
Dec 23, 2013 Filed under: guest blogger, holiday, m/m
Countdown to Christmas with Santa’s elf, Jimmy
2 Days and counting
My name is Jimmy and I work in the Electronics Division at Santa’s North Pole Workshop. You may remember me from my not so flattering debut in that story PIP’S BOXING DAY WISH. I think it was really an unfair depiction of me. I’m sorry I can’t be perky, perky it when surrounded by elves like Pip.
Thanks for having me on this blog Silvia and thank you Jorge for asking me to participate in your blog tour.
Since I’m supposed to be sharing an update on what’s happening right before Christmas here at the Pole, here goes: It’s the 23rd and Santa is leaving tomorrow night so it is pretty much crazy around here.
Like what else did you guys expect?
In my Division, we’ve been making video games and doing so much wiring that my poor little fingers are raw when I go home at night. Maybe I need somebody to rub some lotion into them…any takers?
LOL I’m sure I’ll find somebody pretty fantastic tomorrow at Mrs. Claus’s party. I swear that’s the best part of December. Last year I don’t even remember half the day, I drink so much butterscotch. Butterscotch is really awesome. It’s the sweet, candy-flavored whiskey we brew up here in the North Pole. It’s similar to the candies humans eat, but it has a powerful kick. I plan on having a pint or three of it on Christmas Eve.
With only a couple days left of December, us elves will be out of the spotlight soon. I know that while we think about Christmas every day of the year, humans only think about it this time of year. Maybe I can talk Jorge into having a monthly post on Deanna’s blog to remind everyone how hard we are working all year.
If you would like a more in-depth view of what’s happening at the North Pole you can check out the latest installment of her book, FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH. I brought along an excerpt—but of course, I’m not in it. I do find it funny how some elves get not only books, but multiple postings while others, like me, are lucky enough to be mentioned. I don’t want to talk about anybody getting special treatment—especially an elf who invents a hook-up app masquerading as a dating app….errr, did someone say Pip?
While Elf4Elf has been a lot of fun, all of us in the NP know that it’s just a hook up app and nothing special. I don’t know when I’m going to get my own THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE story. Maybe next year.
But, I digress.
If you would like to enter to win the first three NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books and a $20 Amazon gift card in the entry box below, go for it. Best of luck!
Then check out this excerpt from FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Well, that’s all I have to report. I am honored that cutie Jorge invited me to blog on his Countdown to Christmas tour. If you are enjoying his blog series, catch a list of all the dates HERE. This Wednesday there will be a new post with Pip at annebarwell.wordpress.com. Not really sure if I will be checking in on that day or not. After all it is Christmas Eve and as I said, I plan to be very busy!
Laters!
~Jimmy
Naughty North Pole Book Four
Blurb:
Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he’s been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph’s cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
EXCERPT:
“What were you thinking?” my rescuer growled as he put his sword away. “These damn sleigh bells are like painting a big target on your back that says ‘come eat me.’”
His crusty demeanor and bad temper irked me. “Well, how in the name of Christmas was I supposed to know that I would get attacked by a yeti?”
“Never mind,” he said with a surly grunt. “Get over here.”
Tamping down my frustrated tears—I’d almost been killed and this guy was scolding me like I was a wayward child—I joined him, having no idea how he intended to free the animals when they were thrashing about, tangling themselves even worse.
The warrior removed his gloves. To my shock, his hands appeared normal, no claws or magic sparks or anything. Without fear of the beasts or their projectile antlers, he placed one hand on each reindeer, whispering words I didn’t understand. The soothing melody of them made me think he might be speaking the ancient language of the Elven races, but I had no idea what he said.
Instantly, the beasts calmed.
I stared in shock, my adrenaline still pumping. “How did you—?”
Eyes that had first appeared to be glowing stared out from above the balaclava covering his face. Snowflakes sparkled atop heavy lashes and the slight red in his brown irises indicated he was not a god, but rather a Dökkálfar.
“No time for explanation, my young elf,” he said. “We have to get them free.”
Nodding obediently, I agreed to help.
I assisted the best I could, holding the things he told me to hold while he did all the work. Lula was the first one loose and the second she realized it, she bolted and ran up the ridge.
“Wait!” I called after her.
“She’ll be fine,” the other elf told me. “Lula knows the way to my barn. Help me with Betty. She looks hurt.”
“Lula poked her with an antler.”
“Doesn’t surprise me with that one. Lula’s a real pistol.” I could hear the smile in his voice and, when it wasn’t yelling at me, it was a very pleasant, youthful sound, one that soothed me as much as it had the beasts. Though a dead yeti lay mere feet from me, I suddenly felt safe and protected beside this elf.
“Well, Betty,” he said to the reindeer. “Let’s see if ol’ Lula got you for real this time, or if you’re fit enough to walk.”
Thankfully, once he released the harnesses, she was able to stand. After he ran his big hands over her withers and legs, he buried his face against hers, whispering more of those ancient words. She huffed a few frosty breaths and tossed her head, as if nodding.
“What’s your name, elf?” he asked me.
“Lars.”
“Well, Lars, what say you and I let Betty carry us out of this place before any more yetis show up?”
“Sure,” I said, letting out a whoosh of breath. Curious, I stared at the big, fur-covered elf but already had my suspicions about the answer. “Who are you?”
“Name’s Rudolph.”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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Guest Author – Deanna Wadsworth
Dec 16, 2013 Filed under: guest blogger, holiday, m/m
Countdown to X-mas with one of Santa’s elves, Jorge
9 days and counting
Hi! I’m Jorge.
You may remember me from my cameo in PIP’S BOXING DAY WISH, one of Deanna Wadsworth’s THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books. I don’t think Pip portrayed me as well as I would have liked, but hey my BFF Lars is probably right, Pip is sweet, but way too oversensitive. At least he volunteered to blog for me during this Countdown to Christmas internet tour. When I began asking elves to participate, you would’ve thought I was asking them to be celibate for a week.
Thank you Silvia Violet for having me! Your blog is lovely, and I think I need to read some of your stuff! Those guys on your book covers are HAWT!
I’m here to give a little report about what is going on in the North Pole in these last few days before Christmas. I run the Social Media Division within the Mail Department, and I cannot tell you how crazy it is! Tweets are coming in so fast, I had to put thirteen elves on Twitter alone, just to keep up with all the messages for Santa. After Deanna’s books went public, certain elves are getting a lot of mentions and direct messages, too. Lars was pretty popular, so I suppose that’s why he got his own book this year. I track all of the North Pole’s social media because Santa isn’t cool with individual elves having Twitter accounts. I have to approve all the incoming and outgoing internet activity with the human world personally. Part of me is surprised that Santa even allowed Pip to develop Elf4Elf, but I suppose he found it acceptable because it’s only between us elves.
Well, that and Santa has become very laid back after Jack Frost moved in with him.
Thank Odin he let us have E4E….you would not believe the hotties I’ve met thru that app. My buddy Lars was real excited about the app when it first came out, but now he’s been acting real weird. He’s never been one to mince words or kiss ass. Lars always says it like it is, whether you like it or not. Elves always take his sarcasm wrong, labeling him a jerk when he’s just goofing off. I admire the hells outta him and if I’m being honest, I think he’s the coolest elf I know. I wish I could be more like him. But lately he’s been being a real jerk. I told him to go get laid on his lunch break today, and he curled his lip at me and actually growled. WTF?
I don’t know what crawled up his butt and died, but I’m thinking I need to pick up Deanna’ latest THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE book, FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH, and find out what’s going on with Lars. He’s my pal and if someone is messing with him and making his life miserable, I need to know where and when to bring the shovel.
Anyways, I’m signing off. My inbox is pinging like mad! I can’t believe all this has to be done in nine days! Well, at least the party will be well worth all the work. Did I mention that I’ve got a few hotties on the line for the party? Oh, yeah, it’s gonna be a very merry Christmas for me!
If you’re enjoying my Countdown to Christmas blog series, catch a list of all the dates HERE. This Wednesday there will be a new post by one of the girl’s enrolled in Santa’s Christmas Cookie Backing School, Tessa. She’ll be sharing a delicious cookie recipe over at KT Grant’s blog.
And make sure you enter to win the first three NAUGHTY NORTH POLE books and a $20 Amazon gift card in the entry box below.
Then check out this excerpt from FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
~Jorge
Naughty North Pole Book Four
Blurb:
Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he’s been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph’s cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
EXCERPT:
“What were you thinking?” my rescuer growled as he put his sword away. “These damn sleigh bells are like painting a big target on your back that says ‘come eat me.’”
His crusty demeanor and bad temper irked me. “Well, how in the name of Christmas was I supposed to know that I would get attacked by a yeti?”
“Never mind,” he said with a surly grunt. “Get over here.”
Tamping down my frustrated tears—I’d almost been killed and this guy was scolding me like I was a wayward child—I joined him, having no idea how he intended to free the animals when they were thrashing about, tangling themselves even worse.
The warrior removed his gloves. To my shock, his hands appeared normal, no claws or magic sparks or anything. Without fear of the beasts or their projectile antlers, he placed one hand on each reindeer, whispering words I didn’t understand. The soothing melody of them made me think he might be speaking the ancient language of the Elven races, but I had no idea what he said.
Instantly, the beasts calmed.
I stared in shock, my adrenaline still pumping. “How did you—?”
Eyes that had first appeared to be glowing stared out from above the balaclava covering his face. Snowflakes sparkled atop heavy lashes and the slight red in his brown irises indicated he was not a god, but rather a Dökkálfar.
“No time for explanation, my young elf,” he said. “We have to get them free.”
Nodding obediently, I agreed to help.
I assisted the best I could, holding the things he told me to hold while he did all the work. Lula was the first one loose and the second she realized it, she bolted and ran up the ridge.
“Wait!” I called after her.
“She’ll be fine,” the other elf told me. “Lula knows the way to my barn. Help me with Betty. She looks hurt.”
“Lula poked her with an antler.”
“Doesn’t surprise me with that one. Lula’s a real pistol.” I could hear the smile in his voice and, when it wasn’t yelling at me, it was a very pleasant, youthful sound, one that soothed me as much as it had the beasts. Though a dead yeti lay mere feet from me, I suddenly felt safe and protected beside this elf.
“Well, Betty,” he said to the reindeer. “Let’s see if ol’ Lula got you for real this time, or if you’re fit enough to walk.”
Thankfully, once he released the harnesses, she was able to stand. After he ran his big hands over her withers and legs, he buried his face against hers, whispering more of those ancient words. She huffed a few frosty breaths and tossed her head, as if nodding.
“What’s your name, elf?” he asked me.
“Lars.”
“Well, Lars, what say you and I let Betty carry us out of this place before any more yetis show up?”
“Sure,” I said, letting out a whoosh of breath. Curious, I stared at the big, fur-covered elf but already had my suspicions about the answer. “Who are you?”
“Name’s Rudolph.”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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Needing A Little Christmas – Caramel Cake Recipe
Dec 2, 2013 Filed under: book release, contemporary, holiday, m/m, recipes, sweet treats
In Needing A Little Christmas, Mac’s mama sends Eli a caramel cake and the two men get to know each other while enjoying it. Here’s the delectable recipe she used…..
Mac’s Mama’s Caramel Cake
You will need three layers of your favorite yellow cake. I love the one here but you will need to multiply by 1.5 to get three layers. If tackling this well-worth-the-time caramel is all you’re up for, then use Duncan Hines Butter Recipe Golden mix. It’s, in my opinion, the best yellow cake mix out there.
Caramel Icing
3 cups sugar, divided
3/4 cup evaporated milk
1.5 sticks butter
1T white corn syrup
1 tsp vanilla
Put 1/2 cup sugar in a saucepan over medium heat. As the sugar melts, shake the pan so the sugar coats the bottom but don’t let it run up the sides. Stir gently so the sugar browns evenly. When the sugar is almond the color of the skin on an almond, slowly pouring in the evaporated milk while stirring vigorously. The mixture will boil rapidly and start to seize up but keep stirring, breaking up the chunks of sugar. When all the milk is combined with the sugar, add the rest of the sugar, butter, and corn syrup. Mix well. Attach a candy thermometer and bring to a boil. Boil for 10-20 minutes or until the candy thermometer reads 248F. Stir occasionally. If you see any signs of burning, turn the heat down a bit. Be very careful. The mixture can splatter and you don’t want to get burned!*
When the mixture is at 248F, remove the pan from the heat and carefully pour the mixture into the bowl of a stand mixer. Using a paddle attachment, turn the mixer on low and add the vanilla. Be very careful, it could splatter and it will still be very hot. Continue mixing on medium until the mixture begins to thicken and lose it’s shine. Working quickly while the caramel is still pourable, pour or spoon 1/2 cup on the first layer and spread over the top. Add second layer and repeat. Add top layer, repeat and then use remaining caramel to cover the sides.
*You may want to keep a bowl of ice water nearby. Submerge skin immediately if you are burned.
And now for a bit of Mac and Eli…..
Needing A Little Christmas is available at Amazon, ARe, and Barnes and Noble.
Several minutes later, Mac had unloaded all the wood and gotten a fire going, and I’d made coffee and served cake. When we were seated at the table in the kitchen, I took my first bite of the gorgeous caramel cake and sighed. Forget sex. I was going to come from eating this cake.
“Oh my God, this is the best cake I’ve ever had.”
Mac smiled, not the sly sexy grin he’d given me earlier but a little-boy smile of pure joy. “It’s my great-grandmother’s recipe. Christmas just wouldn’t be right without caramel cake.”
I stared at him in horror. “This wasn’t supposed to be for your family tomorrow was it?”
He shook his head. “My mom always makes several of them. We give them as gifts and one would never be enough for us anyway.”
“I feel honored to have one. You don’t even know me; your mom doesn’t know me. I could have been an asshole or even a serial killer.”
Mac laughed. “Nah. I could tell you were all right when we talked on the phone. You sounded like a nice guy who was having a rough time and then got stranded. And I should know. I get plenty of assholes calling me demanding a load of wood five minutes ago because their cabin dropped below eighty toasty degrees for five seconds or expecting me to clear a foot of snow from the driveway of their artfully-decorated cabin so they can get their BMW down the mountain without a scratch. They don’t get the family treatment or the family rates. But I could tell from your voice that I was going to like you.”
Like I could tell from yours that you are a sex god. “Thanks. You sounded like a good guy too.” A good guy? Had I really said that?
He grinned. “I aim to please.”
Guest Author: Freddy MacKay’s Christmas Blog Hop
Dec 23, 2012 Filed under: guest blogger, holiday, m/m
Snowed In by Freddy MacKay
Blurb
When their families celebrate Christmas at his parents’ cabin, George receives one request from his boyfriend’s little sister, Courtney—break up with her brother. George is devastated that the cute as a button high school freshman has gone from loving to hating him with no explanation as to why, and insecurities about his relationship with Max rear their ugly head.
Max tries to distract and comfort George, but Courtney becomes more hostile and less festive by the minute, upsetting everyone in the house. George leaves to do some last minute shopping and to give Courtney some space only to run into his ex-boyfriend, which further complicates everything.
Sometimes mixing Christmas with family is a toxic combination.
Excerpt
“Are you sure this is okay, Kyle?” Max asked for the hundredth time, even as he packed his suitcase. “We don’t have to switch.”
George smiled, he wanted to agree with Max, but he knew Kyle had been right to suggest flipping rooms. Staying next to Courtney’s room would be a mistake, especially after her tantrum downstairs. They needed to move so the rest of the week would—hopefully—run more smoothly for everyone. The cabin was a decent size and the walls were thick, but not thick enough or big enough at the moment. The space felt enclosed and suffocating, something George never imagined himself feeling in his own bedroom. They needed to get out and away before more damage could be done. That thought alone created a chasm deep inside George, playing at his greatest worry—losing Max—and he didn’t want to taint his room further with unhappy thoughts and concerns.
His old room held a lot of memories for him. All of them good and exciting but, unfortunately, Courtney’s hissy fit had contaminated his youthful innocence and wonder. George looked around, trying to recapture pleasant memories, molding them back into something acceptable. Geeky science posters, pictures, specimens, and awards cluttered the space, his room virtually untouched by his parents except for little changes here and there.
Like the bed and closet.
As soon as someone walked into the space the closet could be found to the right. The folding doors looked new so his parents must have replaced them recently. They had also removed the twin bed he grew up in and put a queen in its place, making the room a tight fit. At least they’d put it where he’d kept it in his youth.
George didn’t like the idea of his room changing too much. The consistency calmed him and made him feel welcome, something Courtney had nearly ruined.
His desk and shelves lined the wall connecting to his parents’ room while his bed was pushed into the corner on the opposite wall under the window. Which meant his bed was against the wall it shared with the room Courtney stayed in. Grimacing, George shook his head.
George hadn’t said it, but another factor influenced his agreement to the move. He didn’t know how comfortable he felt sleeping next to someone who hated his guts. And Courtney loathed him very much at the moment. Why, George didn’t know, and he ached not knowing.
He pulled Max into his arms. “No, we need to go. Throwing us in Courtney’s face won’t help matters.”
“But we shouldn’t have to pack up and move just because she’s being a twat!” protested Max.
George winced at Max’s name calling, wishing his lover didn’t always go for the jugular when he felt wronged. Or now that he and Max were together, when someone tried to hurt George. Max’s slow-simmering temper and tenacity could be worrisome sometimes.
They had to move to help alleviate the stress, though, so George focused on holding firm about changing rooms.
“Yes, it does,” George argued. “It’s Christmas and the last thing we need is everyone fighting. Besides, I don’t know how I feel about sleeping next to someone who thinks I’m infecting you.”
Max’s back went rigid. “Sorry, Geeves.”
“Not your fault,” he answered sincerely. “We’re not running away from anything, just compromising, okay? Right now, we need to be cautious on how we deal with Courtney. Tomorrow is Friday. We’ll be out of the house shopping, and hopefully Courtney will cool off. Saturday is Christmas Eve, which means we don’t have time to duke things out with your sister and have everything be hunky-dory. I don’t want Christmas ruined for you or the rest of your family because Courtney can’t handle us together.”
“I don’t like how she treated you like scum,” said Max dejectedly.
“And for that I love you even more.” George squeezed Max before nudging his boyfriend back to the bed. “Finish packing back up. We’ll talk to your parents in the morning and see what to do next. I’m tired and just want go to bed and hold you.”
Max glanced over his shoulder, worry lining his face. “You’re handling this surprisingly well.”
“I’m not,” said George immediately. “I’m waiting to finish freaking out when we’re alone.”
Max’s hands stilled and he turned. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
George nodded. “I’m just kind of numb right now. The whole thing feels surreal, like it hasn’t really happened. After everything I went through with Joe and always having to hide our relationship and then being with you and not, then the attack on campus, and now your sister. It’s all jumbled inside of me.”
George looked down at his hands, knowing he was making a mess of things. He couldn’t put into words what he felt or wanted to say.
He threw up his arms in defeat. “Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m saying.”
He dropped onto the bed and rested his forehead on his palms. He hadn’t made any sense. His mind was completely muddled. Courtney’s tirade against him had really hit him hard. At CRU he could expect that kind of bigoted behavior considering how conservative the campus and community were. He’d just never expected it from someone he considered family.
Maybe that’s why it’s affecting me so much? Why it feels I’m being ripped in two?
“I’m gonna check my room one more time, see if I left anything,” Kyle said softly, the door clicking shut quickly behind him as he left the room, leaving George and Max to themselves.
Max stroked his fingers down the side of George’s jaw, cupping his chin and lifting it up so their eyes met. For a while, they only gazed at each other. George didn’t know what to say to his lover. How could he apologize for ruining the evening? How could he fix his problems with Courtney? George wanted more than anything to forget the night ever happened.
“Lie back,” Max ordered, pulling George from his increasingly depressed mood.
George complied without a second thought, flinging his arms across his face.
“Roll over.”
Lifting his arms, George’s gaze met his lover’s in query.
Max smiled. “Trust me.”
“Yes, master,” replied George, teasing before turning over onto his belly.
Max swatted his leg. “Ass.”
George wiggled his butt.
“Tempting offer, but no, this isn’t about that,” Max answered. “Hm. Maybe I should have thought this through a little more.”
“What?” mumbled George into the covers, trying to find a comfortable way to lie down.
“Take off your shirt,” Max ordered.
George glanced over his shoulder. “I thought this wasn’t about that.”
Max winked and backed off of George. “It’s not.”
Kneeling, he whipped off his shirt before getting startled by Max’s hands circling his waist. He looked down, watching as Max undid his belt with practiced ease and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans.
“I’m starting to think you’re lying,” teased George, waiting eagerly for what would happen next.
“I’m not.” Max chuckled and kissed George’s back. “Now lie down.”
George obeyed, shaking his head.
The pop of a cap made him laugh. “Now I’m really convinced you’re lying, M.”
“Moisturizing lotion, asshole,” Max replied scornfully. “I’m going to rub your back. Help you relax before you freak out, though I’m starting to change my mind.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, oh.”
George jumped when the cold lotion made contact with his skin, but Max’s warm hands quickly followed. Max crawled up on the bed, settling over George’s ass. He rubbed in deep, hard circles then up and down George’s back. He groaned, loving the firm caress from his lover. George arched into the touch and closed his eyes.
Laughing low, Max leaned in. “You like that?”
“Yes,” moaned George.
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Christmas Recipe Blog Swap and Contest
Dec 22, 2012 Filed under: chat/contest, contemporary, excerpts, holiday, m/m, recipes, sweet treats
Today some of my favorite authors and I are going to be sharing holiday recipes. If you comment and share a favorite recipe of your own (a link to one is fine) you’ll be entered to win your choice of my Christmas titles, One Kiss and Needing a Little Christmas (These stories are temporarily unavailable).
One of my favorite things about the holidays is making cookies. I love to bake year round but at Christmas I usually go a little crazy making as many as a dozen different types of cookies and giving them as gifts. But one kind that we make every year are Oatmeal Hershey Bar Cookies. They hold together well for shipping once the chocolate bars on top are set and they are usually gobbled up quick as lightning. I always save plenty for our family and I have been known to eat embarrassing amounts of them when someone else doesn’t beat me to it.
Oatmeal Hershey Bar Cookies
(This recipe makes 10-12 dozen cookies. When I make it at other times of year, I usually halve it.)
2 c. Butter (4 sticks)
2 c. Sugar
2 c. Brown Sugar
4 Eggs
2 t. Vanilla
4 c. Flour
5 c. Oatmeal, ground into powder (I do this in the food processor)
1 t. Salt
2 t. Baking Powder
2 t. Baking Soda
2 c. Chopped Pecans
3 cups Semi-Sweet Chocolate Chips
12 Hershey Bars (the plain milk chocolate ones that are divided into 12 pieces)
Preheat oven to 375F.
Cream butter and both sugars. Add eggs and vanilla and blend until creamy. Add flour, oatmeal, salt, baking powder and baking soda. Blend just until combined. Add pecans and chocolate chips and blend on the mixer’s lowest setting. (If I make a full batch, it overflows from my mixer and I have to do the chips and pecans by hand.)
Drop by tablespoons onto a parhment lined cookie sheet. Bake 6-8 minutes. The cookies will be soft and will not look done when you take them out. The edges may have just a hint of brown. Do not overbake!
Before removing them from the pan, top each cookie with one section of a Hershey bar. After about 2 minutes, remove them from the pan and let cool. The chocoalte will remain gooey and soft for a long time.
Enjoy!
Needing a Little Christmas by Silvia Violet
Discovering his boyfriend’s affair with a co-worker wrecks Eli’s holiday plans. With his parents on a cruise and his brother and sister out of town, he’s on his own. His mother insists he escape to her friend’s mountain cabin. Eli reluctantly agrees, but he takes off unprepared and ends up driving into the worst snowstorm the area has seen in years.
He survives the trip, but he’s stuck with no logs for the woodstove and little food. Fortunately, he gets the number for Mac’s Wood Delivery. Mac doesn’t mind riding to the rescue, and his deep, sultry voice has Eli eagerly anticipating the delivery. Is Mac the little bit of Christmas cheer Eli has been needing?
Excerpt:
“What do mean you’re not going to be with Dave’s family for Christmas? Why?”
I pulled the phone away from my ear. I’d known my mother would be upset, but her reaction was even more vehement and loud than I expected. “Apparently one of the junior partners at his firm isn’t nearly as boring as I am. They’ve been having an affair for months.”
My mother made a sound of disgust. “Oh, honey, I’m so sorry, and you are not boring.”
“Sure, I know, but Dave thinks I am.” And honestly, I thought he was probably right. I preferred to stay at home rather than go out. I spent most days in sweats and T-shirts. When Dave did drag me to a party with his socialite friends, I inevitably embarrassed him with my lack of knowledge of current affairs. I’d taken to hiding out in the bathroom writing notes for my next book on my phone. He’d even attempted to coach me in the art of party conversation. I’d used his lessons in a book but ignored them as they applied to me. The book had done well; readers found the lessons hilarious.
When Dave suggested I was not only an uninteresting social companion but boring in bed as well, I’d taken that seriously. I might prefer a quiet lifestyle, but I knew how to please a partner sexually. After pondering what I could do to shock him, I’d gotten my nipples pierced, something I’d secretly wanted to do for years. He’d laughed. I should have broken up with him that night. We’d only had sex a few times after that, and each time, Dave raced to completion, showered off the scent of me, and promptly fell asleep.
I heard my mother’s heels click against the floor. She must be pacing, something she always did when strategizing. “I’m so sorry, honey. Do you want us to cancel our cruise?”
That was the last thing I wanted. “Of course not. You’ve been looking forward to it for months. I’m fine. Really.”
“Are you sure?”
I held the phone between my shoulder and ear as I poured myself a generous measure of whiskey. “Yeah, things hadn’t been great between me and Dave for a long time.”
She huffed. “That doesn’t give him any excuse to—”
I held up my hand even though she couldn’t see me. “No it doesn’t. He acted like an ass, and I think he knows it. He moved out of his beloved apartment and told me I could keep it.” Not that I could afford it for long unless my next book was a runaway hit.
Mom sighed. “I don’t want you spending Christmas alone.”
After draining my drink, I’d wandered into my bedroom and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes were red from lack of sleep and they looked more hazel than their usual bright green. My curly dark hair stood out at odd angles. The stress of trying to meet the deadline for my book and trying to hold on to a relationship that had died well before I caught Dave fucking his colleague in his office hadn’t been good for my appetite. I’d lost weight and the bones in my face showed prominently. I was definitely not looking my best, but I wanted a few more days to wallow in self-pity. “I really don’t want to be around anyone right now.”
My mom sighed. “But it’s Christmas.”
I ran my hand through my hair, making it stick out even more. “I’m not in the mood for holiday cheer.”
“Your dad and I can go on a cruise another year.”
“No, arranging this once was difficult enough. Rick and Cindy will want to spend next year with you since they’re with Cindy’s family this year. And Ally’s trip to California is a special one-time deal. This is our gift to you, and I won’t be responsible for screwing it up.”
“You wouldn’t be responsible; Dave would be.”
“I wasn’t exactly looking forward to listening to his family brag about how wonderful they all are. I’ll have a better time alone.” My mom’s pacing stopped, and I realized I’d said the wrong thing.
“Eli, why didn’t you tell us you didn’t want to go home with Dave? We would never have agreed to the cruise if we thought you’d be miserable at Christmas.”
I tried to back pedal. “It would have been fine. I enjoy visiting Boston even if the company leaves something to be desired.”
“Hmm.” My mom didn’t sound convinced. “Maybe we could get you a ticket for the cruise. It might not be full.”
The cruise was supposed to give my parents some uninterrupted time together. And the last thing I wanted was be trapped on a ship with lots of happy, smiling people encouraging me to socialize while my mom fussed over me. “No, thanks. I really, truly would rather be on my own.”
“But what will you do?”
“Stay home and drown my sorrows in Christmas cookies and eggnog.”
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