Welcome to DAY FOUR and my part of the Twelve Days of Christmas Blog Hop!
Our focus is Evernight Publishing‘s Holiday anthology, Stockings & Suspenders, of which I am proud to be a contributing author.
My predecessors :
Day 1: London St. James
Day 2: CR Moss
Day 3: Jezebel Jorge
have each teasingly removed a stocking in the three days prior. If you haven’t already, please visit their blogs for more blurbs, more excerpts and more chances to win.
Today, I’ve ripped off stocking number four. Pretend the man behind the remaining stockings did some sexy bumping and grinding to your favorite holiday tunes. I’m sure we all gasped then groaned to see just a few more letters of the title revealed but stick with us, more good stuff to come in the days ahead.
Here’s a little bit about the anthology, Stockings and Suspenders:
As the temperature drops, the women in this collection of stories find naughty and delicious ways to warm up for the holidays.
A boss with a proposal to make her sweat, a promise from an Italian assistant, a cabin in the middle of nowhere with two men waiting to cater to her every desire, a special surprise for a lonely solider…
All of these encounters and more from ten talented authors. Get ready for some holiday loving…Evernight style. Coming December 9th!
My story is “Naughty & Nice” and here’s a small taste of what you can expect:
Chrissy Ferris is a kind-hearted succubus hired by Santa to deliver an extra special Christmas gift. The intended recipient is a lonely naval officer stuck on a tiny two-man base in the middle of the Pacific. One of the two is on Santa’s nice list, but his draconian commanding officer, is on the naughty list. With specific instructions from Santa to avoid the CO, Chrissy embarks on her mission. However, the two officers have a surprise in store for Chrissy when she discovers why Santa tagged one naughty and the other nice.
As we walk, I plot my reveal and delivery. I can materialize the bags anywhere. I’m aiming for a spot that’s soft, shady and sand-free. Absent that, up against a coconut tree works too.
“Are you sure you remember where you left them?” Ramsey moves into step beside me on the narrow trail. “We’ve nearly made one revolution around the perimeter of where I found you.”
Uh-oh. My sense of direction when bipedal sucks big time. I’m used to teleporting myself to my destinations. I rarely worry about routes or maps or distances.
On the left, the sun is starting to peek above the treetops. Oh-nine-hundred, I’m assuming. Calm down, Chrissy. Don’t screw up by being impatient.
We enter a shady grotto. Perfect. I project the suitcase and briefcase high up in a coconut tree. Let him figure out how I got them up there. A giggle slips out as I stop and point up.
His eyes follow the path of my finger. “Jesus H Christ! You parachuted in? Where’s the chute then?”
Oops. I didn’t consider that option, but if I agree, I’ve lied about the Navy SEALS dropping me off. Do SEALS parachute? I give an exaggerated shake of my head. Perhaps I’ll leave the good lieutenant with a mystery to ponder after I’ve fucked his brains out.
“I didn’t parachute.”
“Classified,” I bite out.
Ramsey pulls his head back in a classic gesture of disbelief. I sniff a hint of sarcasm too. “Fine. You can get them down then.” He leans against the tree, one ankle atop the other, both arms crossed at his chest.
I close my eyes and draw upon my pheromone stores. I’m kind of like a skunk only no man runs from me, except the gay ones—my gaydar is one hundred percent accurate as I’ve sadly discovered a few times. Hetero men can’t smell my scent, but they can feel its effects. I open my eyes. Lt. Ramsey hasn’t shifted from his position, though he has raised his eyebrows a tick. This going to be harder than I thought. Santa wouldn’t gift me to a gay man, surely. The jolly fellow might be fat and sexless, but he’s not stupid or mean.
Maybe this guy needs another dose. I squeeze my lids shut and with a grunt, pump out as much attraction juice as I can.
“All you alright, Lt. Ferris?” He’s laughing at me? How dare he! Fine!
I snap my fingers, and my bags materialize at my feet. Ramsey springs to attention, a pistol I didn’t even know he carried drawn and pointed at the menacing briefcase.
“What the hell?” He raises his gun and points it at me. “Who are you? What are you?”
With one hand I reach up and undo my top two buttons.
“What are you doing?” he asks, his brow furrowed.
“It’s hot here. The captain’s not around, and you don’t outrank me so I’m making myself comfortable.” I unbutton two more. My red bra should be about ready to make an appearance.
Lt Ramsey’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “Lieutenant, please stop right there.” The gun disappears into his waistband.
I do, but I fix my gaze on him, my lust lasers set to stun. After I douse him with their full strength, I smile. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to offend you. Turn around then while I change into shorts and a t-shirt.” I twirl my finger like a tornado.
He relaxes, and his eyes zero in on my chest. He’s seen a flash of red. I’ve got you now, Lt. Ramsey.
Please leave me a comment (with your email somewhere) for a chance to win prizes from the drawing December 10th (the twelfth day!), including a copy of Stockings & Suspenders and a $15 Evernight Publishing gift certificate (for more details visit Evernight’s blog.) I’d also greatly appreciate a “Like” of my author page on Facebook (see link in sidebar to right).
Tomorrow, DAY 5, please visit Seleste deLaney to read more about her story, “Making the Naughty List” and to discover what’s under the next stocking. I’m thinking there’s probably more skin for sure.