New Release *coupled* with Blog Hop

Friday could not be sweeter!  I'm participating in the Stuff Your Stocking Blog Hop this weekend ~ click the picture to view all the amazing blogs, and have a great time!

This is a season to have a great time, isn't it? Lights, decorations, presents, Santa. Wishes. Yes, I did say wishes. We all have them. Those special one-of-a-kind items we'd love to see under our trees come Christmas morning.

With wishes in mind, I came up with my newest release - out today! 

White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish, is available NOW from Changeling Press. Read on for a short blurb and excerpt - then check back tomorrow for more. 

Dear Santa,

Every year you tell all the Workshop Elves to write down one wish they'd like you to grant as their Christmas present. Every year you bring amazement and joy to all us little Elves. In fact, this is one of the perks I've loved about being a Workshop Elf.

During the past couple of years, though, it seems that something's happened to disrupt our communications. I've not received my wish yet. I don't know if my request isn't getting to you, or if my wish is unclear, but this is the third year I'm making the same request.

Santa, I want a BIG, real live man as my present. The first year I left the time open-ended. Last year I asked to have him a month. This year, because having him around for a long time seems to be an issue, I'm willing to negotiate to have him only one day -- preferably Christmas Day.

Thanks, Santa. And if my wish can't be granted this year, I'll drop by sometime, because you're going to have to spell it out for me why this wish isn't working.

Your ever faithful worker ~ Emmy.

P.S. In case you aren't sure what I mean, I want a BIG male with BIG, um, male parts. Bigger than our local Workshop Elves, at least.

Excerpt:

Emmy woke up Christmas morning hopeful, excited, and with eyes squeezed shut. She took a deep breath and peeked to her right.

Damn. No hulking male. Instead, there was a shiny little golden bell resting on the pillow next to her head. "Thanks, Santa," she mumbled as she picked it up and gave it a little shake. Its tune spread high and bright through her room, and Emmy sighed. In truth, she wasn't surprised to find her bed empty -- again. Hopeful, but not surprised.

"No sense staying in bed if it's empty." Determined to enjoy her Christmas day, she climbed out from under the red satin sheets, naked -- ever hopeful -- and rummaged through the top of her messy bureau. Finding what she wanted, she picked out a shiny red and green twisted ribbon, which she threaded through the bell. She hung this around her neck, admiring how the bell rested perfectly in the shallow valley of her breasts.

She tapped the bell, smiled at the pretty tinkling sound, then cupped her small breasts and flicked her nipples. "Sorry, girls. Looks like we're flying solo again this year." Shrugging her shoulders, she bounced out of her bedroom.

Her destination: the kitchen, and breakfast. Even though it was still early and not much sunlight filtered in, she didn't turn on her lights. She'd decorated the high, open beams throughout her cottage with bright, twinkling, multi-colored rope lights, lending a festive glow throughout her home. Dancing a little to make her bell sing as she made her way into the living room, she didn't pay attention around her, and her leg banged against something solid. Off balance, she fell over the obstacle and landed hard on the floor.

"Mmm, Merry Christmas to me," a low, male voice resonated through the room.

Emmy froze with her forearms on the floor, and her waist caught over what she quickly realized was a male leg.

"Does that sweet ass come with a face?" the voice inquired seductively.

Her initial embarrassment fled and excitement poured through her. She pushed up to her hands, turned her head and became speechless at the sight of the male draped across her couch. As she looked up his length, his clothing stood out first. His pants and shirt shimmered a blue and white blend that reminded her of the frozen lakes out back. She smiled at the bulge growing under his pants, but moved her gaze up to his face. His dark skin stood out starkly against so much white. It was difficult to pinpoint under the glow of the lights, but she'd put his coloring at a light smoky gray. Like the first shadows to fall at dusk. His white hair was long, thick, and shaggy -- not in a derelict way, but more of a blending in with nature kind of way.

She stopped breathing when their gazes locked. His eyes were white, with icy blue irises and a brighter starburst of white for pupils. He tilted his head and her gaze averted to his pointed ears. Elf's ears. It couldn't be. "You're an Elf?" she asked incredulously.

He nodded. "I'm a Border Elf."

"The ones that protect and patrol the North Pole? I'd heard you guys were ugly."

The Border Elf laughed out loud.

"You are definitely not ugly," she said hurriedly, teetering on his leg as she worked herself upright. Once on her feet, she didn't stay there for long. She crawled right up and over the male and straddled his hips as if she'd done so a million times before.

"Whoa." He grinned. His blinding smile dazzled her. "What's this about?"

"Santa sent you, right?"

"He did. He told me he had an Elf who wanted to play with a Border for a day."

She clapped her hands and, raising her head, whispered, "Thank you, Santa." Looking back into the arresting face of the male underneath her, she said, "You're my gift. I get to play with you all day!"

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You know what's so fabulous about this hop? You get a chance to win prizes. Yep. Gifts just for you! All you have to do is comment on my blog anytime between now and Sunday midnight, EST, and you'll have a chance to win your own copy of Emmy's Wish!

Have a great weekend and a wonderful Merry Christmas!