So, as I was thinking about what I wanted to post for my 69 Shades fun this month, my thoughts obviously turned toward holiday-style cheer. Though I am going to openly admit that Halloween is my favorite holiday, I can get down and jive with Yuletide cheer as much as anyone. I’ve been collecting ornaments for my tree since I was 17. (Just so you know, that’s a long damn time.) I am adamant that the outside lights look kick-ass. And some of the best memories of my life, period, are those of baking holiday cookies and treats with my little one, who rocks the center of my existence.
But…sexy? I’m sorry, to be quite honest, Christmas has always been a lot of things to me…just not sexy. Homey? Sure. Cozy? Thumbs up. But I just couldn’t get the gumption up to figure out the sexy part. Two words, okay? Tacky sweaters. I really never even got the allure of mistletoe. Every time I got caught under it with a guy in high school, I wasn’t satisfied with the stupid little pecks on the cheeks. I wanted more, dammit…mooorrre!
I was forced out of my comfort zone by landing a book contract with Loose-Id Publications in the Summer of 2012. They issued a challenge to their writers to write a book that included two holidays occurring between October and February. BOTH holidays had to be in the book. I was so intrigued by this idea that I knew I had to give it a try–and I also knew I wanted the first holiday in the book to be Veterans Day, in November. My editor suggested making it a holiday book. *GULP*. That gave me just 6 weeks to heat things up FAST between my hero, billionaire Dante Tieri, and his feisty JAG officer, Celina Kouris.
Needless to say, I had to start changing my mind fast about the sexy quotient of Christmas. Lo and behold, that book, STAR OF WONDER, was one of my favorite writing experiences to date.
Here’s a little taste of the yum factor between dark, swarthy, gorgeous Dante and his sexy, sassy Celina. Hope you enjoy and will give STAR OF WONDER a try, if you’re in the mood for some fun holiday sexiness!
“I take it you still want to stay, stellina?” He grazed her neck with his teeth, then laved the abrasion with his tongue. Her fervent nod clutched at his chest and filled his soul. It was more than enough for now. Forcing her to form words wasn’t the goal this moment. Forcing her to see a new side of herself, a terrifying discovery in herself—that was the plan and the much harder mission. Merda, he’d spearheaded multimillion-dollar mergers with more confidence than his next step.
Luckily, Mark had walked him through a few key points. His friend’s words resonated in his mind. Listen to what her body tells you. Follow that with what your gut says.
The trouble was, his gut didn’t do the talking right now. The last time he’d endured a more painful erection, he’d been fifteen. Celina’s urgent little hip rolls helped as much as tinfoil in a lightning storm. He clenched his jaw and reset his legs, setting them just inside hers. He put them there to support hers…or at least that was the bullshit he was going with the moment.
Go with his gut. Right, his gut. It was around here somewhere. He hoped.
“What else do you want?” The words felt good. And they did generate from his gut, though this part of his instinct wasn’t so familiar to him. It had only been awakened in full force on Friday, then taken out to examine in curious little chunks throughout the week. Mark had given him a name for it. His hidden Dom. He’d winced when his friend first slapped the term on him, but he now realized the label was fucking perfect. He liked this part of him. And he loved what it did to the woman in his arms.
“What else do you want, cara?” He ground even more command into the repetition, reveling in her deep shiver of reaction. “Do you want more of this?” He gripped her breasts fully, twisting the luscious skin, making her cry out. The sound ripped through him with primal force. “Do you like what the pain does to you?” He bit into her earlobe. “Do you like where it sends your mind, your body?”
She let out a louder shriek as he gave her mounds a pair of light swats. When he thumbed her nipples again, they were hot and pulsing.
“Yes,” he whispered. “You do want it, don’t you?”