I got snow, lots and lots of snow! I do rather love snow, it’s so fresh and white and sparkly. I know lots of people hate it and yes, once it goes slushy and then icy I’m not it’s biggest fan but whilst it’s fluffy and sparkly it makes my winter world a happier place.

So today I spent a pleasant day inside the house looking out on the snow. I might love the white stuff but I also like to be warm. It seems such a lovely way to spend the first day of December. It’s all very festive and it makes me want to watch Christmas films and get the decorations out!

Are you feeling Christmassy yet?

Well, here’s an excerpt from Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart to bring a little seasonal cheer to you! This is from the part of the story where Jodi and Mike, the reluctant lovers are taking a ride on Santa’s sleigh. No, really!

A few stops later, Santa passed Jodi a big thermos flask. “This place is massive. I’ll be gone a while. Help yourself to this. It’s Christmas spirit. I get so much left out for me, I can’t drink it all. So I save it up in here. It’s a good brew but strong. Oh and if you like.” Santa flicked down a little door, like a glove compartment just in front of Mike. “In there is a plate
of cookies. I get lots of those, too. Oh, but just look out for the really homemade-looking ones. The little children make them themselves, and they’re cute but rarely tasty.”

He chuckled again and leapt off onto the snow-covered turret of the European-looking castle below.

“Any idea where the hell we are?” Jodi chirruped with a lighter soul than she’d had in a long time.

“Not a bleeding clue,” Mike replied also feeling the strange, light-hearted soul business and resigned to enjoying it to the fullest. They both collapsed laughing then Jodi unscrewed the cap of the old, red tartan-patterned flask.

She inhaled and moaned, “That smells so good.” She moved in closer to Mike, his body pressed up along her arm. “Smell,” she commanded. He slipped his nose just above the flask opening and moaned softly, too. “It smells so sweet and…and good.” He could think of no other way to say it. Jodi poured a large drop into the flask lid and offered it to Mike, who offered it back to her for the first sip.

He watched her thin but sensual lips as they clasped the edge of the plastic cup and observed the way her eyes closed in enjoyment as the liquid coursed down her throat. He felt the stirrings of arousal in the pit of his stomach. A moment later, he realised why she looked so happy in that moment. Drinking from Santa’s flask was like drinking liquid joy.

A pleasured growl fell from his lips. “So good,” he gasped.

Jodi nodded and giggled. The small sip of Christmas Spirit went straight to her head and, unexpectedly, to her pelvis, too. Jodi was not usually a particularly sensual woman. She had never understood the attraction of touch and closeness. She’d always recoiled from the touch of her mother, the touch of strangers felt alien and uncomfortable to her, and she’d never had any other touching experience. But at that moment, she craved touch. She wanted something she wasn’t sure about, but she knew she had to feel Mike’s touch—everywhere.

The Christmas spirit worked in a similar way with Mike. He felt stirrings he’d not experienced in a long time. A childhood full of abuse put him off sex. In his mind, it was a dirty, degrading act used to wield power over someone smaller and weaker. He had been subjected to sexual abuse from a man, but it had put him off all kinds of sexual activity since.

However, he found he was feeling something, a stirring, a gentle warming of want. “That’s potent stuff.” He coughed and reached into the glove compartment for a cookie.

At the same second, Jodi did the same thing, and their heads met with a soft thud.

“Sorry,” Jodi apologised and moved her head against his until they were face to face.

She’d really meant to move away and disengage then carry on and pick up that cookie, but magically, her lips met his, and all she could feel was him. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her closer. Gently, he cradled her to his chest. His lips danced tentatively on hers with such grace and lightness it made her feel dizzy with new, powerful emotions.

“Err hmm!”

A Santa-sized cough barked from the side of the sleigh, and the newly lip-locked lovers parted—well, their lips did at least. Mike kept an arm around Jodi’s waist to keep her close to him. That touch was too important to be lost. He needed to feel that connection, the reminder of that kiss.Dear God, that kiss had been perfect, just so perfect. It was like snow on Christmas morning or the feeling you get when you open the wrapping on that gift you never knew you wanted but is exactly the right one for you.

Christmas Spirt Warms the Heart is available from Total-E-Bound and is guaranteed to get you feeling festive. It contains Santa, elves, romance and egg nog, what else could you possibly want?

Oh, and you can get Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart from the kindle stores too, the one in the UK and the one in the US for all those of you who kindle or those who are going to get one for Christmas!

Or really, Pia outs herself but that isn’t such an attention grabbing title!

Welcome Pia, I am looking forward to your post!

My dad used to say: “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know.”

I hated it back then because he said it in response to me getting busted for something or another. Did you get ticketed for speeding? Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know. Did you miss curfew? Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know. Did you get caught lying to the school about missing class when you were torn and angry over your first break up? Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want the whole world to know. It really became “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t want DAD to know,” but you get the idea.

I had that very thing happen at the office recently. Months ago, I told two people who I knew would be okay with the subject matter of my stories that I was writing gay erotic romance. During a meeting, one blurted out that little secret. She thought she was making a joke, I think, but I wasn’t laughing at the time. (When one works for a very conservative, Republican corporation, one does not shout from the rooftops that one likes to write about pretty gay boys in compromising but fully enjoyable positions.)

The result was twenty minutes of trying to explain (to six other people who didn’t know I wrote anything besides snarky emails about ongoing battles with other departments) why I write about gay men, how I know what to write, and why I won’t write female love interests. It was very uncomfortable, but mostly forgotten and waved off by everyone, except the one girl who stood up and admitted she’d be very interested in reading one of my stories some day. My discomfort shifted to gratitude. She hasn’t broached the subject since that day, but whether she was truly interested or not, she deflected the non-stop questions and managed to redirect the meeting to its purpose: trashing those other departments in an effort to figure out how to work with them.

I haven’t been outed to everyone yet. While I expect that some members of that meeting repeated that juicy bit of gossip, I doubt my current supervisor knows what I write, though he does know that after a certain point each day he’s not to expect work-related work from me. He tells me, about once a week, to keep writing.

But what about Dad? What about not doing anything I wouldn’t want him to know?

He knows. He’s asked me all of those same questions. He’s not happy about the subject matter, but since Mom accepts it, she’s tempering his disappointment. Mom wasn’t so much an outing as a slow flow of hints and unexplained comments that led her to understand what I was writing before officially telling her: “No, I’m not sending you a copy of that story, Mom. I can begin to explain all the things you’ll hate – the angel falling, the arguments against church doctrine, the explicit homosexual sex….”

She surprised me. She hasn’t read it yet, but intends to download it on her brand new Kindle this weekend (yet another surprise given her “love’ of technology). She supports me even though she’d prefer to see me going to church instead of torturing angels. It’s a good thing too, because my next short story is about an angel who loves a demon. I want the whole world to know that, except maybe my dad, who’s still coming to terms with my complete and utter acceptance of the gay community. He’s taking little steps, and I don’t mind that he’s not a fan, because he is facing my Mom’s favorite retort growing up: “Don’t ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer.”

Ciao,
Pia

“Man has free will, and guardian angels have an eternal place in the holy host.

When unexpected feelings interfere with Malchediel’s guidance of a mortal being, he must decide if his love for one man is true, or the work of the devil. Charged with the soul of handsome but suicidal Bran Weller, Malchediel faces a new challenge: Bran’s steadfast belief that homosexuality is not wrong despite the Church’s view of his lifestyle.

In the course of his angelic duties, Mal is tempted to turn a blind eye to long-standing rules of guardianship as he falls in love with his charge. Torn between faith in God and belief that every man deserves love, Malchediel must find a way to balance heart and soul, or risk a Fall to Hell.”

You can order Fallen directly from the publisher here: FALLEN
Also available on Kindle and Nook.

About the Author:

Pia Veleno is a naughty girl, but she knows you’re naughty too. Tongue-in-cheek, and everywhere else, she spends her time channeling her inner gay boy, running nowhere, and avoiding housework. Her debut, Fallen, is available through Silver Publishing and her webfic blog, CRANK is well into its second year of steamy manlove and stake-worthy vampires.
You can find Pia polluting these infamous internet rest stops:
* Pia’s blog: Staking the Muse
* Pia on Twitter
* Pia on Facebook
* Pia on GoodReads
* Pia’s email: pia the writer @ gmail.com (no spaces)

And a little like the wise men, I’m bringing three of them.

Yes, yes, I know the wise men are in the Christmas story, but I couldn’t resist the comparison. I couldn’t think of anything clever that included 3 turkeys!

Actually you need to thank All Romance Ebooks for the gifts as they’ve provided not one, not two but three volumes of hot, paranormal romance for your delectation. In the three volumes are all of the 32 just one bite contest entries including my winning entry First Time Fang Bang. I never get tired of typing that. :)

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First Time Fang Bang is in Volume 2 but I encourage you to download and enjoy them all!

Happy Thanksgiving to all who celebrate from this Brit who is thankful for every reader of her works. You guys are all awesome!

Vamps and Weres and Fae, oh my!

Throw in some Angels and Demons and Ghosts, add some spicy sex, and you’ve got the perfect recipe for one hot read. ARe’s Just One Bite Anthology Volume 2 brings you the best of paranormal erotic romance from some of your favorite authors.

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Edited By: Lucy Felthouse

Do you get all weak-kneed at the sight of a grubby fireman or a hunky soldier? Perhaps immaculately-dressed waiting-on staff get you feeling frisky? If so, you’ve come to the right place.

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