And enjoy the latest eBook release from Victoria Blisse. Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart was released from Total-E-Bound today and it’s the perfect story to curl up in a corner with when you’re in desperate need of a little rest and recuperation after the stress and the strain of the festive season.

Do you believe in Santa? He believes in you.

Jodi is a toll booth operator and she meets Mike when one night he forgets change for the toll. There is an instant connection and they decide to meet up on Christmas Eve for a date. However plans are almost ruined when Mike’s car refuses to start but then Santa swoops down and gives them a lift on his sleigh.

Our couple get to know each other intimately during their stay at Santa’s grotto and are surprised to find out that Father Christmas has a job for them both but will our virgin lovers take on the task?

I love this story, I mean I love everything I write but this little lovely is so sweet and good and uplifting that I can’t help but adore it. Here’s a short excerpt for you so you can get a glimpse of the seasonal heart of this story.

The greasy spoon was wittily or predictably called �The Greasy Spoon.� It was a small red fronted caf� with a yellowing �Open� sign in the window. When Jodi walked in she was hit by the the smell first, (Mostly grease with a hint of bacon.) and the sound second. She could hear the crick-crack of the bacon frying and that was it. The room was silent. The third thing she became aware of next was that every stare in the place was directed her way.

�Ah, eh, Mikey.� A harsh, spittle-filled male voice piped up. �Who�s the lady?�
�Hiya, Lee,� Mike said, �this is my friend, Jodi.�
�Ah, eh, Jodi,� Lee leered at her, his dark beady eyes ran over her frame, �it�s real nice to meetcha.� His Scouse accent was so harsh even Jodi as a local needed to concentrate to work out what he was saying.
He wiped his hand on his apron and offered it to her from behind the old, brown, melamine counter. She took the proffered hand, shook it warily, and was very conscious of the sticky feeling of his fingers on hers.

�Whatcha having, Mike?� His focus changed as he swept a small stub of yellow HB pencil down from behind his ear. Jodi hadn�t seen it there until that point, because his large ears stuck out so much from his baldhead.
�I�ll have my usual Lee,� he replied. �And Jodi will have?�
�A big breakfast. Extra bacon no tomatoes, I don�t like fruit in my fry-ups.� Lee looked at her with newfound awe. �Oh, and a big mug of tea and a couple of rounds of toast, cheers.�

Jodi walked off to find a table as Mike paid for their meals and took her coat off before sitting down.
�Well, Lee really likes you.� Mike stated as he sat down on one of the melded-to-the- floor plastic chairs across from her. As he slid in his leg bumped into hers. She apologised but it took a moment for her to move her knee so that their legs were no longer touching. Her mind was filled with images of her naked legs wrapped up with his. His gentle touch rioting through her senses and making her crave for a lustful touch. He smiled uneasily and she grinned back over the yellowing melamine top and noted the fact that it might well have been white, once upon a time a very long time ago.
�Is that a good thing?� Jodi asked with a nervous giggle.
�Well, yes. It means you�ll get bigger portions, and they�ll be properly cooked. Lee likes me, and I�m not dead yet.�

When the food arrived it looked, well, interesting. Jodi wondered what the bad option would have looked like. Grease, in her mind, was meant to be consumed in vast quantities now and then, all in one go. This was easily her grease ration for the whole of next year.
�This is a first.� Jodi said after munching on the corner of a piece of stiff, fried bread, �I�ve never been out to breakfast with a customer before.�
�Well it�s good to know I am a unique experience,� he replied. �And I have never been to breakfast with a beautiful tollbooth assistant before either.�
The compliment did not go unnoticed and Jodi�s cheeks flushed as red as the thin, cheap, tinsel festooned across the window beside them. After this grease, Jodi thought, I�ll be turning as green as the cotton-covered baubles too.

Again silence; where both parties assessed their opposite number. Neither had really seen the other in daylight before. So, as morning had truly broken, they were seeing each other in literally a new light.

Jodi thought Mike looked a little nerdier in the light of day, but under the bright white, top that he was wearing she could see the outline of his surprisingly pert muscles.

Mike saw the dark-green of Jodi�s eyes properly and was amazed by the intensity in them. She looked paler by daylight and much more delicate. Both decided they still liked what they saw and continued to munch away happily, forking in fried egg and bacon as if it were their dying meal. The radio suddenly blared into audio range and Jodi started singing along.

�A beautiful sight, we�re happy tonight,� and Mike joined in with the, �walking in a winter wonderland.�

I know once Christmas day has been and gone you tend to loose all interest in Christmassy things but you should make an exception for this story, I guarantee that it will leave you with a warm heart (and hot other-regions) and a new appreciation for Santa and his little helpers.

Just in time to make the perfect stocking filler it’s the Sequel to Getting Physical at long last!

Getting Intimate is part two of the three part “Getting There” series and hopefully it won’t take me 3 years to get round to writing the last book. Terri and John are such great characters I knew I would have to continue with their story. Getting Physical is very much the beginning of the relationship, Getting Intimate shows how that relationship grows and deepens and shows how fragile it really is. Here’s the blurb:

John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can’t shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it’s up to John to convince the woman he loves that she’s the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.

And an excerpt as promised!

When John said ‘but,’ I held my breath. I thought he was going to say something terrible. As he finished the sentence I began to smile.
“Well, I have been naughty,” I dropped my eyes and pouted, “but surely a good ticking off will be enough. You don’t need to spank me.”
“Oh, but I do. I think naughty girls need a good spanking or they forget what they’re not supposed to do.” John squeezed my arm then rolled over to the edge of the bed. “Come on, over my knee, young lady. Show me how sorry you really are.”
“Yes, Sir,” I sighed and very slowly got up off the bed. I wanted to run over. I couldn’t wait to feel the impact of his hard hand against my soft buttocks, but I played along with the game. I knew that would make the experience all the better.
“Come on, girl, today. Hurry or I’ll add more spanks!”
I scurried round and stood before him. My heart hammered away in my chest and as he patted his thigh, just a few inches away from his straining hard on, my pussy throbbed with pleasure. I stepped forward and bent. He guided me down over his lap, until my fingers dragged along the soft carpet. I could feel his cock pressing between my stomach and my pubis and I wanted to forget the spanking. I wanted to drop to my knees and take that glorious hardness between my lips. As I was distracted by that mouth-watering treat, John hooked his fingers into the top of my much-abused knickers, pulling them down to reveal my creamy white cheeks.
I began to struggle a little. I wanted to get back into the game.
“Stop it,” he said, his hand slapping down onto my flesh to emphasise that he meant business. “Lay still and take your punishment like a good girl.”

And remember you can buy both Getting Physical and Getting Intimate at Phaze now with 20% off using the SANTA promotional code at checkout.

Okay first things first! RK Charron wins a copy of Naughty Rendezvous and Boyce Williams wins a copy of Proving Santa Exists, congratulations to you both!

And now I am pleased to announce that just in time for Christmas Getting Intimate is released from Phaze tomorrow! Getting Intimate is the sequel to Getting Physical which is by far my best selling Phaze title. John and Terri have been clamouring for a new story for ages and finally I got around to writing it! Here’s the blurb:

John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can’t shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it’s up to John to convince the woman he loves that she’s the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.

And just for you an excerpt!

I’m not a naturally dominant woman. I found my dominant streak when I found out John was a virgin. I took charge on that first occasion and enjoyed it. More often than not, I took control of things sexual. We both enjoyed it that way, but I had never before initiated something as kinky as this. I was shaking. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull it off at all. I was tempted just to walk into my room and say “Okay, that was your punishment, ha, ha, let’s fuck,” but I took a deep breath as I reached the top of the stairs and reminded myself that it was a game and decided to play along. It couldn’t do any harm and if my dominance broke down after a while, who’d care? We’d be having sex. It’s hard to care about anything else mid-fuck.
When I walked into my bedroom, I found him kneeling at the foot of the bed. He was facing away from me and staring at the floral duvet a few inches from his face.
“You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?” I walked up and admired his pert buttocks and strong back.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied immediately, his gaze set straight ahead. As I walked past him I brushed my fingers over his shoulder and heard him gasp in anticipation.
“Naughty boys need punishing.” I stated and sat down on the bed in front of him. He didn’t speak, he didn’t even look up. I let the silence hang whilst I took in his naked submissiveness and noticed his cock straining away from his groin. He was really enjoying this.
“Okay, naughty boy, get over my knee.”
He stood up then, eyes still directed down, his cheeks blazing red with emotion. He gently lowered himself over my lap, using his hands for balance. I could feel his hard cock and let my thighs fall open a little to give it space and enjoy the feel of it on my skin.
I ran my hand over his bottom. His cheeks were soft and giving yet pert from all the cycling and running he did. I lifted my hand away and watched him tense, expecting a spank. I let my hand hang in the air for an extra moment. Just as he started to relax, I brought it down with a smack against his flesh. He yelped and I smiled. I decided I could get used to being the Mistress.
“Naughty boy,” I scolded, slapping him again. “You made Mistress feel bad, talking to that other woman, You’re mine.” I spanked him again, harder this time. “You understand that, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he groaned. His cock, hard and juicy between my thighs, made me want to pull him up and on top of me. I wanted to feel him between my slick lips, but I resisted and continued to play the game.

Thjis will be available from Phaze tomorrow, the 21st December! I will be back tomorrow with moree details and another excerpt!

I love Father Christmas, he is awesome. I don’t take anything at all away from Jesus and his birth, he’s the main star of Christmas by far but I do have a soft spot for lively old St.Nick! Yep, I may be 31 but I do still believe in Santa or at least the spirit of Santa who personifies the giving, jolly nature of Christmas.

And today’s excerpt comes from Proving Santa Exists where Jenny shows Jonathan what a proper Christmas is like. This was my first ever published story, how exciting is that and as such it will always hold a special place in my heart. Here’s the blurb:

When Jonathan transferred from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers, Inc., Jenny was the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she made up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree, who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

And here is a little excerpt for you to enjoy and get you in the mood for the big day as there are now only 8 more sleeps to go!

“Ooh, Jonathan, can you check those lights for me now?” I look up towards him, and find his crotch just above my eye height. I drop my eyes again quickly, and try to not wonder about the bulge I’m sure I just saw there.

“Sure.” He steps around me, his legs rubbing against my back. “So, erm, do I just plug these in then?” Obviously, Jonathan has not dealt with Christmas tree lights before.

“Yeah, and if they light up, that’s your job done. If they don’t, you need to check all the bulbs and find the one—or ones—that don’t work and replace them with those spares in that packet.”

“Ahh, I see.” He nods and sets to work, as I move my way further up the tree.

“Oh, now then, I need to find a good place for Fairy Mary.” I hold up a small, old, porcelain fairy, her red dress flared, the sequins lost, only the little blobs of glue to show where they once were. Her blonde hair is more fuzzy than curly, and her gold glittering halo shows mostly silver now.

“Fairy Mary?” Jonathan flicks the switch to red, and the lights come on, fizzle with a sad “plink,” then fade to black.

“There’s a bulb loose somewhere. You’ll have to fiddle with them, then screw it in.” He raises a long narrow brow, and I realise how suggestive that just sounded. “And, yes, Fairy Mary.” I quickly continue, avoiding eye contact. “She’s been passed down from my Nanna’s Mum—who might even have gotten it from her mother, though we’re not sure. She always has the most comfortable branch to sit on. She’s an old lady now, you see.”

He nods and continues to turn the lights in his fingers. “So do you have a lot of Christmas traditions?”

“Oh, a fair few: the decorations, baking my own Christmas cake from scratch, watching The Muppet Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve. After that, I go up to Tom Jenkins’s farm and look at the tree and Nativity scene before going to church for midnight mass. That’s before we even get to Christmas Day!”

“Do you have many people here on Christmas Day?”

I nod. “Yeah, a fair few. There’s my sister Marie, and her husband Mike, and their two teenaged girls. Aunty May comes over with her friend Queenie, and then there will be Uncle Charlie and his wife, their son, his wife and the newborn boy—what’s his name—oh yes, Jake.”

“They’ll all fit in here?” He has very expressive eyebrows, with the tiniest movement he conveys great scepticism.

“Well, not all at once. Charlie and his lot come over at teatime. He had a falling out with his sister some years ago, and I’ve just found it easier to have them round separately.” Just then, Jonathan tries the lights once more and the trailing vine lights up. Reds, greens, blues, and pink grapes shine with gaudy Christmas symbolism. I squeal in delight and clap my hands. “Just in time, too! I’ve just finished the decorations.”

The lights are easily trailed through the forest of baubles, Santa’s, fairies, and hanging toys. “Right, just the tinsel now. You start at the top, and I’ll go from the bottom, and we’ll meet in the middle.”

Tinsel trails through my fingertips as I twirl around the tree, stooping low, then bending at the waist, then almost standing straight with just my shoulders stooped. As I raise my head to see how Jonathan is doing, I crack against something hard.

“Oh, I am sorry.” I reach out automatically and rub my hand against Jonathan’s bumped chin, cupping his cheek in the palm of my hand, like a parent comforting an injured baby. However, the slight prickle of his end-of-the-day stubble reminds me in a powerful way that this is a grown man I’m handling so intimately.

Then, there are lips: softly demanding lips pressing gently against my own. They form a kiss. They don’t apologise or ask permission; they take possession of my mouth. Brooking no argument, confidently they mesh with mine, moving sensually as his hands come round me, sheltering me, cradling me close. No sooner has it been created than the kiss is torn apart. We are red cheeked, unable to meet each other’s eyes.

“I’ll, erm, turn on the lights then.” I scurry over to the plug, and flip the switch. “Ooh,” I gasp as the lights come on, bathing my room in festive cheer. “It looks just about perfect.” I walk back to the tree and tweak the tinsel here and there, so the lights come through a bit clearer. Jonathan says nothing, just stares into the softly glowing tackiness.

What could be better than decorating the tree and a first kiss eh? Now you can pick Proving Santa Exists from Phaze now with yep, you guessed it, 20% off just use the SANTA promotional code at the checkout for 20% off your total order. How good is that?

And how good am I to you? Today I’m giving you a double whammy. If you pop on over to the Total-E-Bound blog you can read my post yesterday all about Christmas Spirit Warms the Heart which comes out on the 28th December from Total-E-Bound and Father Christmas has a very major role in that one!