Tune in tomorrow for an Excerpt from Sweet Surrender! Today I announce the winners of my comment competition!

Charlotte Pinder has won a copy of Christmas Cake!

Audrey Cotter has won a copy of Making it Real!

Remember to comment every day next week and next Sunday you might be one of my winners!

And remember every book at phaze is 20% off. Use the promotional code SANTA at the checkout and you will get 20% off your entire order!

Today’s Excerpt comes from my collection of stories Seasons of Blisse.

As the name suggests the stories all come from different seasons of the year and here is a little teaser from An Unorthodox Exercise

I walk into the waiting room, very late for my appointment, puffing and blowing. My hair is windswept and my cheeks rosy from exertion.

“Andre!” I shout, seeing him just inside the physio room.

“Hey, Katy.” His handsome face flowers into a smile. “I thought you’d forgotten about me.” A cheeky wink accompanies his comment

“Nearly,” I pant. “Sorry, I was so caught up in my latest story I totally forgot the time. I’ve run all the way here.”

I hadn’t really; I’d just hurried the last steps through the corridor whilst running my hands through my hair and pinching my cheeks, rushing past confused orderlies and patients alike.

“Well everyone else is gone, I was just going to pack up myself…but you’re here now. Let’s look at this wrist.”

“It’s feeling much better,” I tell him. “I don’t use the splint at all. It just gets in the way.”

“That is good.” He smiles as he leads me into an empty booth. I sit in the plastic chair and rest my hands on the table in front of me.

“Hang on a minute. I’m just going to lock the door. We should have all gone home by now, and I could get in trouble for seeing someone after the physio clinic is shut.”

“Oh, I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I emphatically exclaim.

“Don’t worry,” he says, “you won’t, but I’ll lock the door to be safe.”

“Okay, well if you’re sure,” I call after him, watching his buttocks swing as he walks. I here the clink, clunk of a key turning in a lock and soon Andre is back in the fabric cubical.

“We’ll have to roll up those sleeves, Katy.”

Andre pointed to the long sleeved magenta top I was wearing, the sleeves tightly cinched round my wrist.

“Oh, hell.” I exclaim. “I can’t roll this sleeve up, it’s too tight.” I pull and tug on the cotton material for emphasis. “I totally forgot I had it on.”

“Well…” Andre let the word roll out. I could almost hear the cogs spinning in his brain. “You’ll have to take the top off, then.”

“Yeah, I suppose I will.”

I hide my smile and slowly lift the top over my head, pulling it off my arms and away from my wrists. Carefully, I fold it and place it on the table, my hands on top of it.

Of course, I had on my latest purchase, a bra that I chose especially for this occasion. Deep, sensuous red in color with all lace panels, so you can see my breasts and nipples through the weave of the material.

It sculpts to my form perfectly, pushing up and out the heavy flesh of my bosom. It and the red lace full knickers to match cost me a small fortune, but I knew they would be worth every penny.

Pushing my arms straight out in front of me pulls my breasts closer together and pushes them up, spilling ever so slightly over the cup. Andre’s ragged breathing is clearly audible. The physio department, usually buzzing with activity, is now eerily quiet.

He clears his throat.

“Right, then.”

He sits on the bed next to me to do the same old exercises.

Normally the banter is flowing by now. Today, there is a sense of something about to happen and an erotic silence falls between us. I see his eyes wandering to my breasts, then darting back to my hands.

Our eyes meet once and he knows I see him looking. He squirms in the seat and firmly grasps my left wrist.

“You know the drill, Katy. If it hurts, just yell.”

I giggle at the weak joke, too loudly. It echoes around the room, then is eaten up by the silence.

Andre leans in and over my wrist, further than usual. I guess it is to try and get my breasts out of his line of vision.

A deep musk fills my senses. A sharp tang of eucalyptus and a deeper more masculine scent underlies it. Andre turns his head to me, obviously to say something and my body takes over. As soon as I see those pouty lips, I press my own to them. I feel his body tense with the surprise and I shut my eyes tight, almost holding my breath, hoping to the high heavens I haven’t misread the signs.

The touch of his lips is electric. My lips are on fire, prickly and lusting to move. I can’t press the kiss further until I know he wants it. The time drags on, our lips brushing together. I feel like crying; the torture of being so close but not sure if I am doing the right thing pulls at my guts.

Just as I contemplate pulling away and running out of the room, to hide myself away from the world for the next millennia, the pressure of Andre’s lips grow. His right hand moves up my naked arm still it rests upon my shoulder, the other hand coming round my body, gathering me close. My hands dislodge from the table, making it fall to the floor.

His lips part and press deeper into my own. I press back, my body elated and relieved, my hands snaking up his body to rest on his cheeks, pulling him harder into the kiss. I can feel a nerve pulsing under his skin. I can feel the tension running through his body, centring upon the place where our lips join.

So don’t forget you can buy Seasons of Blisse or any other Blisse title at phaze now with 20% off. You just have to enter the promotional code SANTA at the checkout!
And leave a comment hear and you could win a free copy of Seasons of Blisse! Tune in tomorrow to find out all this weeks winners!

He’s her secret fantasy, but what will happen between them in reality?

Mary loves the Internet but is surprised to find herself falling in love over it. Will is a mysterious American and Mary is thrilled to find out he’s coming over to England, and amazed when he wants to meet with her. But will the heat that freely flows from monitor to monitor be present in the cold reality of Manchester in winter?

I wrote Making it Real during NaNoWriMo 2007. I didn’t make it all the way to 50k and I’ve not managed that this year either. However, what I did write I am very proud of and it’s my longest published work to date, it’s something to really get your teeth into.

Brenda Talley from The Romance Studio gave it 5 hearts and had this to say:

This was my first exposure to the writings of Ms. Victoria Blisse. I can guarantee it will not be my last. I particularly enjoyed reading this amazing book with her beautifully descriptive method of presenting the facts. She took her portrayal of the main characters right on to the page which flowed directly into my heart.

Blisse did an incredible job with her narrative affecting the sensual side of this book. There was an amazing use of the written word to portray the extremely explicit sexual encounters. This book is definitely not for the faint of heart. It is, however, for the adventurous soul looking for a spell-binding glimpse of romance.

You can read the whole review here.

Now here’s an excerpt for you:

I didn’t sleep a wink that night, least it felt like I didn’t. All kinds of plans and scenarios roamed round and round in my mind. Sleep just didn’t come. I got up early and had a long bath. I pampered myself with rich body creams and then put on the new outfit I’d bought for the occasion. The long, brown cotton skirt swished just above the edge of my matching boots. I’d been wearing them on and off for the last few days, to get used to walking with a heel. The top was also brown, but a darker chestnut colour that added warmth to the cold winter day. It had long sleeves and a plunging neckline that my mother would never approve. A small Amber jewel in the centre of my cleavage pulled and gathered the material in to emphasise one of my best features—my breasts.

I enjoyed having my hair washed, cut and styled by the cool, professional hands of my hairdresser. She brought my curls to life and they bounced around my face as I walked to my car. I’d never normally drive into Manchester, but I had decided that Will could live without being introduced to the delight of British buses on a Saturday in December.

Parking wasn’t as horrific as I expected, and just before I left the car I checked myself in the mirror. I even slicked on a little light lipstick, and a touch of mascara. I never really liked makeup, but in my nervousness, I felt the need for a little artificial addition to my natural beauty.

It was bitterly cold day, and I wrapped my brown coat tight around my body as I walked towards Will’s hotel. It was very close to the town centre and I watched as the busy Christmas shoppers scurried by. The fountains at Piccadilly spurted and squirted into the sky, then fell back to the sparkling silver that surrounded them. Children giggled while teen boys rode onto the fountains with their bikes, playing chicken with the water; cursing when they didn’t move off quickly enough and the freezing liquid soaked up their baggy trouser legs.

My heart thumped in time with the rhythm of my heels on the tarmac. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. I couldn’t remember being that nervous before, ever. As I approached the hotel building, I noticed a man. He was tall and wearing a long, black coat, but his back was turned to me. The treacle colour hair was cropped close to his head. As he moved, I saw a mobile phone glued to his ear and then the tell-tale fringe at the front of his hair swayed. As he batted it out of his eyes with his free hand, I knew.

It was Will. The eyes that smiled at me were the same ones that smiled out from his forum AV. He waved and I waved back. He pointed at the mobile with a long finger and shrugged his shoulders.

“We’ll discuss it all on Monday, John. Yes, that’s right. I’ve got to go now, yes. Bye.”

He clicked his phone shut and opened his arms. I stepped into them and wrapped around him. He smelt spicy, like Christmas cake and Mexican food and he felt so soft in his expensive cotton coat as his strong arms squeezed me back.

“Hey, Mary, good to meet you.”

Find out just what happens when Mary and Will meet for the first time by buying Making it Real from Phaze today with 20% off. Use the promotional code SANTA at checkout. If you’d like to win this story, simply leave me a comment on this blog and you could with a copy of Making it Real for free!

Living in a world of lyrics, she sings his song and he is powerless to resist.

Peter is anti-social. He doesn’t speak to a soul at work and listens to his music 24/7. He thinks he is too fat to fit in. Rock chick Chloe disagrees and slowly pulls Peter out of his shell. She finally wins him over with her beautiful singing voice but he just does not know how to deal with this beautiful woman and her lusts. Does Chloe have the patience to teach him to play her song to the rhythm of their shared sensuality or will he be forever doomed to a solitary life with only his music for comfort?

I usually write about cuddly ladies and always enjoy doing so but with Lyrical I wanted to try something a little different. My husband gave me the spark of the idea. He likes to have his MP3 playing when he’s out and about and it’s like he disappears into his own little world. So Peter was created. I had great fun working with his personality and creating Chloe, his complete opposite and it was a joy to have them fall in love with each other. :)

Here’s a snippet!

For four days she has hounded me. Every lunch time she intrudes into my comfort zone, making banal conversation and giving me plenty of chances to play the fool. I dread lunch now. My stomach is tied up in knots all morning and I feel kind of sick as I wait for it, knowing she will sit with me and talk at me. Why won’t she leave me alone?

It’s not any different in work. I still get a regular prod from her knobbly finger when she wants help with something. I’ve asked her time and time again to email me, but she say’s it’s a waste of time as I’m only sitting next to her anyway. Least it’s Friday today. I get two days freedom from shoulder bruising and small talk over the weekend. I can’t wait.

I take out my earphones as I place my tray on the table. Today, I don’t want to feel a swift kick to the shins when she sits down.

“Hiya, Pete.” She smiles, slipping into her chair, her dark-denimed legs looking long and elegant. She really suits dress down day. I’ve given up correcting her on my name. It still grates to hear it, though. Pete was the name I used at school, the name that I went by while being humiliated. It’s why I now insist on being called Peter. Peter is a grown up, no nonsense name, a serious name. It’s a name that doesn’t go running to the toilets in tears everyday because the bullies have gotten too much for it. Peter is my shield.

“Hi, Chloe,” I reply, barely looking up from my meal.

“Oh, yay. I’ve finally gotten you trained and civilised. No earphones today, I see.”

“My ears felt sorry for my sore shins,” I say as I roll my eyes, “so they’ve decided to take the pain for a change today.”

“Oh hush, you love the sweet, silky sound of my syllables,” she chuckles. As much as I’d like to say no, I have to admit that she does have a sexy, breathy voice.

“Oh, yes,” I reply, feeling snarky, “but they’re so precious you shouldn’t give so many away so easily.”

“I just think of it as doing my bit for society. I’m giving away diamonds to the poor, to add a bit of sparkle to their sad, solo lives.”

I suspect she isn’t being as general as she sounds, but I shrug, unable to think of a witty rejoinder. It is what I’ve missed all these years, the ability to answer back. I always ends up a tongue-tied mess when hit head on with sarcasm or just plain insult.

“What are your plans for the weekend?” she continues, pricking a salad leaf and bringing it to her mouth. I watched her lips part as she inserts the forkful and smoothly pulls the empty fork back out. My cock throbs. I gently shake my head to try and rid myself of such ridiculous thoughts. I can’t fancy this annoying bitch of a woman. No, that way is where pain and rejection lies.

“I dunno.” I shrug, trying desperately to gain some kind of emotional equilibrium. “I’ll watch the Man U match tomorrow, do a bit of housework. Oh, and I need to do some shopping.”

“Thrilling,” she replies, her eyes rolling this time. “Don’t you ever do anything out of the ordinary? Or is your middle name mundane?”

Her words sting and I just want to crawl away and hide. Yes, my fucking life sucks, I want to reply, go on, make fun of me, I know you want to. Instead, I maintain a stony silence.

“I’ve got a gig tonight” she continues, seemingly unaware of my discomfort. “At the Old Tin Whistle. Do you know it?”

I nod my head. It’s one of the pubs near my home.

“Yeah, it starts at eight-thirty. It’s basically just glorified karaoke with a few of my own tracks thrown in for good measure. It should be fun.”

“I didn’t know you were a singer.” I’m genuinely surprised. As I know she has two sisters and a dog and an allergy to bananas, I thought she’d told me everything about herself.

“Yeah, I sing. I’m hoping to make a career of it, you know, but right now I need this job to pay my bills as I wait to hit the big time.”

For the first time in a week, I see a flash of vulnerability in Chloe’s eyes, hidden behind the bravado of her words. Suddenly she becomes a little bit less annoying and a tiny fraction more human.

“Hey, you could come and watch if you like.” She smiles and I nod.

“Well, I might. I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on, Pete, I know you’ve got nothing better to do.”

I have to chuckle because, as offensive as she is, she is right. “Okay, I’ll come. I’m not a pub person, you know. I don’t drink.”

“I’ll buy you a Coke and a packet of nuts, then.” She smiles, “And I’ll dedicate a song to you.”

“Really?” I blush and she nods. “As long as it’s not ‘Creep’ or ‘I Hate Everything About You,’ then it’s a lovely gesture.” She giggles and the gentle tinkle sounds almost tuneful.” No, I was going to go for something more tasteful like that Right Said Fred Song ‘I’m Too Sexy’”

“Ah, going for irony, kudos.” I’ll get the sarcastic fat boy barb in first; it hurts less that way.

“No, true but tacky.” She grins, stands and lifts in one movement. “Eight-thirty tonight, okay? Don’t be late.”

“Okay, boss,” I reply, but she is already half way across the room. I’m confused. It sounds like she just said I was sexy, but she can’t really think that, can she? Damn that woman, if she’s not making my shoulder or ankle ache from her kicking and prodding, she’s giving me a damn headache.

You can pick up Lyrical at Phaze now with 20% off! just enter the SANTA prmotional code at checkout.

Now, if you leave a comment for me on this blog post, something as simple as a ‘hello’ even, you could win a copy of Lyrical for free. So leave me a little note (just one mind, no cheating!) and you may be a copy of Lyrical for your very own!

As promised here is the second hot excerpt for the day AND a chance to win a copy of my sweet and sexy seasonal story, Christmas Cake.

Sweet and spicy, and that’s just the cake!

The festive season is in full swing, but Emily hates it and just wants it over as quickly as possible. Jim finds out why and shares his Christmas with her, and she uncovers her Christmas Spirit as she rediscovers her lust and sexuality. Includes a short selection of sexy holiday poetry!

Valerie from Manic Readers gave Christmas Cake 4 1/2 stars out of 5 and had this to say about it:

Christmas Cake by multi-published author Victoria Blisse, is an inspiring “taste” of the holidays. A supremely stirring story of the disillusionment that many of us experience as we grow older, this short story reminds us all that Christmas isn’t about toys or electronics, but about living, loving, helping and holding on to one another.

You can read the full, glowing review here.

And now, here is a little snippet from this sweet festive story for you to enjoy.

It’s amazing how much can change in just a day. I’m in a new friend’s bathroom preparing to climb in his bed. I’ve been held at knifepoint and given my attacker a job. Yes, days like this don’t come round very often. I regret my choice of nightwear now, but I really just pulled out the first thing that came to hand.

It’s not only that it is a shapeless, floral nightdress with old fashioned lace at the collar and cuffs, but looking at myself in the bathroom mirror I notice that the material is almost transparent, if it weren’t for the tactfully placed pink posies, I’d be showing off more than I’d be hiding. Well, there is no time for regret, now.

I run over to the bedroom, take a breath, and open the door. I walk over to the bed and leap in it without even noting where Jim is in the room.

“Well, I’ve never had a woman so eager to get in my bed before.” He laughs even more when I look up and find Jim clad only in his underwear. I try my hardest not to stare at his tanned torso or anything lower than that, either.

“Well, I’m a bit embarrassed by my nightwear,” I admit.

He chuckles. “So, when I tell you I can’t sleep on any other side of the bed than the one you’re on, you’re not going to be happy, are you?”

“Oh, right, shall I shuffle over, then?”

“If you don’t mind,” he replies, grinning.

“Sure, yes, of course.” I find it impossible to move over with the blankets clenched to my chin, and so I have no choice but to let them drop to my waist. I hear his sharp intake of breath as I move over, and I keep my eyes lowered to the navy blue bedspread, but I can’t help but notice the swelling beneath his boxers as I lower my gaze.

“Thank you.” He steps over to the bed. I keep my eyes trained on the bedspread as he lifts the blankets and lies down next to me.

“Have, have you got enough room?” I stutter, smoothing down the cool cotton with my shaking fingers.

“Oh, plenty,” he replies. “Shall I turn off the lamp?”

“Uhm, yes, please.” I relax as everything goes dark and I wriggle down below the covers. “Well, goodnight then.” I face towards the wall, my back to him.

“Goodnight, Emily. Sweet dreams,” he replies and the room goes quiet, not silent as I can hear my own breath and the dull tick-tock of the alarm clock. I close my eyes and attempt to sleep, it should be easy. I’m tired and it’s well past midnight, but like a child I find sleep just will not come. I close my eyes tighter and will myself to sleep, like I did when worried that Santa would not come if I didn’t sleep, but I just can’t nod off and now I’m uncomfortable.

The more I try to relax the more it seems to irritate me. I can’t lay like this anymore. I’ll have to roll over. It’ll be okay, Jim will be asleep by now surely and a new position might just be all I need to drop off.

I turn over and end up nose to nose with Jim, but before I can apologise I feel his hand rest on my hip and his head tips and he’s pressing his lips to mine. My mind goes blank. The apology is wiped away by the insistence of his kiss and the weight of his fingers as they lie on my hip. My hand presses out and rests in the hair of his chest. My fingers trail through the springy forest and the gurgling groan it elicits thrills through my body like electricity through an open circuit.

I don’t know if I moved closer to him or vice versa or if we were pulled together, but my arm moves up and over to his shoulder as his chest presses up against my own. His hair tickles me through the light nightdress and my breath catches at the back of my throat. His lips slip down from mine and trail across my cheek and over my chin, dipping down onto my neck, and every fiber screams, wanting more. It’s like I’ve been lost in the desert and I’ve trickled the first drop of water onto my parched tongue, wetting it and making it thirsty for more.

“What, what are we doing, Jim?” I groan as he nibbles on the place where my neck and collarbone meet.

“Making love.” He groans…

So you can pick up Christmas Cake from Phaze and if you enter the promotional code SANTA at the4 checkout you’ll get 20% off the price making it only $1.60 which is just 96p! So snap it up today and get started on the festive spirit!

Not only that but if you leave a comment on this blog post you can win a copy of Christmas cake which makes it a total bargain and completely free just for leaving me a little word about the story, about this festive season or in fact any subject you’d like to mention.

And as I didn’t get my blog post online yesterday you lucky folks will get 2 blogs today and 2 chances to win! This morning I am going to share an Excerpt from Scentsual with you all. This is the latest story of mine to be published with Phaze. Here is the cover and the blurb:

Scents, Sex and Sea, what else could a girl want?

Kelly escapes to the comforting scent filled haven of Scarborough to find respite from her busy career. She doesn’t expect to find romance but when she bumps into the young plumber Rob she cannot help but be attracted to his masculine scent and his gorgeous body. They fit together perfectly. His submissive nature is a delight to Dominant Kelly who enjoys using him for her pleasure whilst pushing his sexual boundaries to their very limits.

Scarborough is my favourite holiday destination and I love to use it as a setting in my books. I also enjoy playing with a dominant woman every now and again and Kelly is a great Dom who finds a lovely submissive in Rob. This is a quick and interesting little tale of lust and passion and most of all it emphasises the sense of smell at all turns. It is a feast for your olfactory senses!

Now here’s your excerpt!

“Don’t worry,” I purred as I walked towards him. “I’ll not hurt you.” I wrapped my arms around him and gently, quickly, kissed his lips, “Not too much, anyway.”

He groaned and I held him tighter. I pulled his body close to mine as our mouths reacquainted themselves.

“Now, while I lay out my new toys, why don’t you strip for me?” I was back in control of my emotions and desperate to get at his naked body.

“Yes, Mistress.” I felt my pussy stiffen with the excitement of those words. I took items out of the bag, one by one. The flogger came first, with that new, almost astringent leather smell. It would soon take on a better scent, from being used on such a cute behind. I glanced to the side to see Rob losing his t-shirt. His chest was taut and covered in a light smattering of dark hair. I could smell more of him now, masculine and musky. His scent was coming through with a light, lemon tang from his aftershave. I was intoxicated.

Next I pulled out the paddle. I love the smell of wood and I held it up to my face and inhaled the sharp varnish smell before placing it on the end of the bed next to the flogger.

His jeans were down around his ankles when I next looked. He had taken off his shoes and now he was close to removing his black boxers. I felt my stomach leap with excitement.

I pulled open the plastic packaging on the butt plug. It has it’s own special arousal, that smell of new plastic and latex. It stings the nostrils, but promises such delicious delights that it seems to soothe the senses.

I untangled the red, satin ties. They had a subtle scent of cleanliness and I placed them down on the bed, eagerly glancing around. I was delighted to see him naked. He stood tall, looking straight ahead, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. His whole body was stiff with anticipation.

His cock was magnificent. Long and eager, it was neither a monster nor a tiddler. It looked just about perfect to me. Deep pink, it bobbed beneath my gaze. I wanted to bury my head in his crotch right then, to smell his manliness, to inhale the musk of his penis, but I held back. Later; there was time for that later. Right now I needed to perform some arousing alchemy. I needed to deliciously combine our scents.

Not a word was spoken as I unbuttoned my blouse and discarded it. I kicked off my shoes, then sat on the bed to pull off my socks. I smelt ripe as I pulled off my trousers. I could smell my arousal as it blended with my light apple fragrance. It was more tempting than hot apple pie and custard.

You can pick up Scentsual today from Phaze. Don’t forget that if you use the promotional code SANTA at checkout you get 20% of your whole order. So catch up on your Missing Blisse today!

For your chance to win a copy of Scentsual just add a comment to this blog. I will announce the winner tomorrow and so soon you could be reading this ebook for free!

From now until 1st January 2010 you can get 20% off your total order at phaze.com just simply by entering the code SANTA at the checkout. This covers eBook and Print so you can get 20% off every single Blisse book published by Phaze!

So, as a treat to celebrate this sale from tomorrow, the 1st December, I will share an excerpt from every single one of my phaze releases with you every single day. Yep, each day you’ll have a book specific treat and every day folks, every day you will have an opportunity to win the book of the day simply by commenting. I am terribly good to you, aren’t I?

Well, as you’ve noticed I’m sure, tomorrow is the 1st December and so the festive season is upon us. I love to give presents and so I’m going to give away copies of all my books from Proving Santa Exists that came out around this time THREE years ago to Scentsual, which was released this past summer. So pop over every day and have your chance to win and remember to use your SANTA discount code every time you shop at phaze.

Yep, pop on over to the ROmance Erotica Connection group today to read excerpts galore, and yes, I’m busy posting there too.

Now talking about Excerpts, what do you fancy?

More from the reluctant werewolf Lowell in Moon Shy or do you want previews of Christmas sexiness from Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart or do you want to remember Summer with Scentsual or do you just want something downright hot and kinky like an excerpt from Sweet Surrender?

You tell me what you want, yes, it’s like a request show and over the next few days I will post the excerpts YOU want to read! Every request will be entered into a prize draw and one lucky random comment maker will win a copy of a Blisse eBook of their choice!

So, tell me what you want to see and maybe you’ll be a winner!

Here is a little bit of flash fiction for Friday:

It was a kiss within a kiss within a kiss. Like a never ending conundrum of arousal tinged with sadness and longing. It was at once an echo of all the kisses of the past and the promise of more kisses to come. She would miss kisses like this the most she decided as she wrapped her arms around his strong frame. What would she do without her wake up kiss or her bedtime kiss or her ‘just because I love you’ kiss? She would use their memory to keep her warm as he fought in a war she wished would soon be over.

I hope you enjoy it!

Hello all. I’m chatting all day at the Whipped Cream Reviews yahoo group and would love to see you there!

I’m promoting my latest release so there will be loads of Moon Shy Excerpts and I will be giving away Victoria Blisse goodies to people just for chatting with me. Really, it’s that easy. Post over at the Whipped Cream Yahoo group and for each comment you make you’ll be put in a draw to win a Victoria Blisse goodies parcel filled with bookmarks, magnets, pens and a special Christmas Surprise!

Others will win downloads of Over the Moon, Scentsual, Christmas Cake and Festive Handbag! just simply for popping over and saying hi. Remember the more you post, the bigger chance you have of winning a prize!