So have you been good all year? Yes? Well, where’s the fun in that? ;)
Whether you’ve been naughty or nice this Christmas, you’re getting a present from me and some of my awesome author friends. Olivia Cunning, Cari Quinn, Stephanie Julian, Raven Morris and myself have all joined forces to bring you A VERY NAUGHTY XMAS. As you might have heard, my contribution to this anthology is a sexy little number called “Light Me Up,” wherein I give you a glimpse into a very special Christmas for Brian and Candace of Rock Me. The back blurb reads: “She’s hoping for a little sparkle in her stocking this year. He’s planning a night that’s anything but silent.”
You should be able to buy this in ebook format from all the retailers on Monday. Also, there’s a print edition coming, but I don’t have an ETA on that yet. I’ll keep you updated.
In the meantime, here’s a tiny glimpse to whet your appetite…
Their apartment—his apartment that she’d moved into not long after they got together—was a sight for sore eyes. Decorated mostly with his art and a few of her girly touches, it was small but she considered it the first real home she’d ever had. Her parents’ house was like a museum: gigantic, cold, and while you could look, you could never, ever touch. Her first apartment had been paid for with their money and while she’d decorated it herself, it had been under her mother’s critical eye. But Sylvia had never stepped foot here, and probably never would. That was fine with Candace.
She moved around turning on lamps and then plugging in the lights on their Christmas tree. Brian started some music.
“So ready to get out of this dress,” she said, heading for the bathroom to do just that.
“I’m ready too,” Brian called after her, giving her a shiver of happiness.
“Want to help?”
“You know it.”
She flipped on the bathroom light and curled her lip at her appearance. “I suppose that’s a part of the plan you have for me tonight?”
“A big part.” He appeared behind her, and she smiled at his reflection in the mirror.
“Want to clue me in yet?”
Without giving a reply, he slid his hands up her bare arms, leaving gooseflesh in their wake, then pulled the straps of her dress down. “You’ll put your hair back up for me?”
“Of course. You just like messing it up, don’t you?”
“I do, but not this time.” A tug at the back of her dress, then a loosening as he pulled down the zipper. She stood still as he let the fabric slip down her body and pool at her feet, glad to be rid of it. In short order, her strapless bra followed, leaving her naked since he’d demolished her panties in her old bathroom.
She watched in the mirror as his gaze slowly slid down and up again, seeming to caress her every curve and lingering on his favorite ones: her breasts and nipples with their silver rings. His fingers lightly traced around her waist to her belly, hands forming a V as he moved them down to the bare juncture of her thighs. He watched the slow progression intently, and she loved watching him. Before she knew it, her breath was coming in shallow pants as arousal tightened her muscles under his seeking fingers.
“I’m going to draw you like this,” he said, and her knees went weak. Again.