Wednesday, December 25, 2013

It's Silent Night - NOT!

It's Christmas night. Our bellies are overstuffed, the house looks like a tornado ripped through it, and Rock Band is now in full swing with the volume set at 11.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

This has been an amazing Christmas. Yes, there were a few rough spots to get to this point. Two of the four kids went through hell just trying to get here, and it was difficult to see my mom struggle to understand a wrapped gift. But the kids all arrived, and my mom was here to enjoy the day with us. Neither of those things could be expected even 6 months ago, and they are true blessings.

Nights like tonight are what matter most, though. It feels best when all of the work and pageantry are over, and we can all relax and have a great time together. The house can wait. Come Sunday, they'll start leaving one by one and it will be at least six months before we know if we'll all be together at any point in 2014. Yeah, I can't even type that with a straight face. Someone will be at someone else's throat long before Sunday! You know what? That's okay. That's family, too.

So Merry Christmas, everyone, from my house to yours. I hope your holiday was filled with these moments to cherish, too.

Friday, December 20, 2013

A Christmas Shopping Tale

My good friend Jillian Chantal has a fabulous blog I subscribe to. Her recent post was too funny not to share so she graciously allowed me to have it here at Naughty Author Chicks. Thanks Jillian and Merry Christmas y'all! ~ Casey Crow


Traumatic Experience for the Spouse

by Jillian Chantal
Since I'm still sick and have zero energy to fight Christmas shopping crowds, when the spouse said last night that he was going to the mall to get a few things, I asked him to pop into a certain store to grab something for the daughter-in-law. I'd been meaning to get her some yoga pants from Victoria's Secret since she likes them. When I mentioned that to the spouse, he gasped and said, "You want me to go in THAT store?"
After I stopped laughing and explained to him that there was nothing there that would harm him, he asked what I wanted him to get. I said, "Extra small yoga pants."
"Yoga as in yoga?" was his response.
Laughing again, I spelled it just in case he didn't know what I meant.
Response: "What if they come in colors?"
"Get black but if the waistband is a color. Just pick one you like."
Two hours later:
Me: "You're home. Did they hurt you in THAT store?"
Him: "Everybody working there was a guy."
Me: "See? No danger there."
Him: "Well, he DID ask of I wanted regular, boot cut, low rise..."
Me, cutting him off as I could see he was twitching: "What did you get?"
Him: "Leggings."
Me: "Good job."
Him: "I had them wrap them but got a box too. Wrap #2 son something in it. Freak him out."
Another day in the life at the Chantal house.
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Wednesday, December 18, 2013

"Dear Mom" A Soldier's Christmas Letter

UPDATED: A full 11:32 minute excerpt from Chapter ONE of A Soldier's Italian Christmas!


A Soldier's Italian Christmas: Excerpt from Chapter One from Jina Bacarr on Vimeo.

Letters are windows to the past...especially handwritten letters. There's nothing more heartfelt than a letter from a soldier far away from home during the holidays.

Here is a letter from Captain Mack O’Casey to his mother back in Brooklyn during World War II. Mack is serving in Italy with the Fifth Army. Note the stars on the stockings hanging over the fireplace: one gold star for each member of the family serving in the Armed Forces.


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Somewhere in Italy
December 25, 1943

Dear Mom,

I sure wish I was home for the holidays with you and Cort. I can see you now sitting by the Christmas tree with our stockings hung over the fireplace. Three stockings with a gold star for each of us. Lex. Trace. And me. Tell my little brother Cort he’d better get through basic training and get over here. We need him. The Nazis have us pinned down. Sorry, I can’t tell you any more than that. Just know I’m thinking about you on this Christmas morning and missing you. I sure wish Pop was here. He loved a good fight and he would have whipped these Nazis good. But he died doing what God put him here on earth to do. He wouldn’t have had it any other way.

I know you’re getting teary-eyed reading this letter and I wish I were there to hold your hand. I know Lex feels the same way and so does Trace. But we all have a job to do, whether it’s Lex fighting in the South Pacific or Trace flying over France or me here in Italy. God knows where the Army will send Cort. We’re fighting for freedom and there’s nothing more important than that. But your job on the home front is important, too. Keeping up our spirits with your letters telling us the news back home and using your sugar ration stamps to make cookies for us. Just thinking that maybe next Christmas we’ll be home for the holidays is what keeps us going.

Panettone
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We never stop talking about home. Earlier today I was telling my sergeant, Joe Duffy, about your hand-rolled ravioli and panettone. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. Fluffy pasta pillows oozing with cheese and sauce. And so many raisins in the bread, I couldn’t count them all. The Italians here aren’t so lucky. They have little to eat and have to steal food to survive. Duffy and I shared what we had with a bunch of orphans. Poor kids almost didn’t have a Christmas with that Nazi major throwing his weight around. Someday when this war is over, I’ll tell you the whole story. Until then, Mom, I’m in good hands. You see, I discovered a man can lose his faith when he sees his men blown apart by German machine guns or freezing to death in this bitter cold, his feet so blistered he can’t walk, his spirit broken by trudging through black mud and endless rain, but then a miracle happened. I met an angel. A beautiful angel with eyes flecked with amber. And she gave me back that faith…

I’ve got to sign off now. I can’t tell you where I’m going, but don’t worry about me. I’ll be home for Christmas next year, God willing.

Your loving son,
Mack

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Will Captain Mack O’Casey be home for the holidays the next year? And who is this beautiful angel he met?

A Soldier’s Italian Christmas tells the story…



A Soldier’s Italian Christmas 
O’Casey Brothers in Arms 1

December 1943
Italy

 
He is a U.S Army captain, a battle-weary soldier who has lost his faith.
She is a nun, her life dedicated to God.
Together they are going to commit an act the civilized world will not tolerate.
They are about to fall in love.
 
A Soldier’s Italian Christmas is a holiday novella sweet romance available on Amazon Kindle
 
Happy Holidays!
Jina

Friday, December 13, 2013

New Release! SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

I have a re-release that might be new to some of you, my sexy Christmas erotic romance SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!  It's already received rave reviews, with readers calling it "AMAZING" and a "CHRISTMAS DELIGHT!" Hope you'll pick it up at this fantastic introductory price!


NOTE: This book has a guileless elf heroine you can't help but fall in love with, a hunky hero who knows how to come to a girl's - er, elf's - rescue, some serious kissing under the mistletoe and lots of steamy hot romance!

Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than the other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded.

Fortunately, handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue, offering to let her stay at his apartment. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is both surprised and relieved to meet such a kind, sweet man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Even though Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party any day, she finds herself falling for Derek anyway. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her. When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been after for years.

Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole. How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?


Excerpt:

By the time the party wound down a few hours later, Sosie was more aroused from her fantasies than she’d ever been in her life. She was an elf in lust and nothing was going stop her from getting Derek into bed with her tonight. She didn’t care how much of a gentleman he was, there was no way he was sleeping on the couch again. In fact, if she had her way, he wasn’t going to be sleeping at all.

After they got back up to his apartment, however, her confidence faltered. But then she thought of the frustrated night she would assuredly have ahead of her if she didn’t proposition Derek, and how much she would regret it when she left.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. “I had a great time at the party. It was very nice of you to invite me.”

He grinned. “I’m glad you came. I had a good time, too.”

Sosie nibbled on her lower lip. Okay, it was now or not at all. Time to be a bold elf. She looked up at him. “You know, I feel awful about putting you out of your bed again. I was thinking maybe you might want to sleep with me tonight.”

He studied her in silence, his dark eyes unreadable. Sosie held her breath as she waited for him to say something. What if Tracee and Linda had been wrong? What if Derek wasn’t as “into her” as they’d thought?

“If I share the bed with you, Sosie,” he said softly, “sleeping is the last thing either of us will be doing.”

She gave him what she hoped was a flirtatious look. “Good. Then the mistletoe won’t go to waste.”

His mouth curved into a grin at the tiny sprig of greenery dangling from her fingers. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“I thought I could put it wherever I want you to kiss me.”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t need mistletoe for that. I’ve spent the past two hours fantasizing about kissing every inch of you.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. “You have?”

“Uh-huh.”

Cupping her face in his hand, he bent his head to cover her mouth with his. This time, there was no hesitancy in the kiss. This time, his mouth moved over hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep from melting as his tongue plunged into her mouth to take possession of hers. It was as if he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The desire was mutual. She couldn’t get enough of him, either.

With a groan, Derek swung her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom. She’d never had a guy do something so romantic before—mainly because she was always taller than the elf guys she’d slept with—but she decided it was very hot.

Once beside the bed, Derek set her on the floor, letting her slide slowly and deliciously down his body. Arms still looped around his neck, she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, she was the aggressor, her tongue seeking his and exploring every inch of his tasty mouth.

Derek groaned and ran his hands down her back to firmly cup her ass through the tight jeans she wore. She murmured her appreciation against his mouth as he pulled her more tightly against him. His erection strained against his jeans, pressing into her tummy. Mmm. Well, that answered the question as to whether he was well built everywhere. It felt as if he had a huge candy cane hidden in there.

Suddenly impatient to see how well built, Sosie ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and urgently pushed it up. Derek must have thought she needed some help because he reached back and pulled it over his head to toss it on the floor.

She’d thought getting a glimpse of him without a shirt last night had been a treat, but seeing all that sculpted muscle up close was even better. Figgy, he was gorgeous.


Buy it at Amazon!
http://www.amazon.com/Santas-Wayward-Elf-Paige-Tyler-ebook/dp/B00H06NGEE/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1386001513&sr=1-2


*hugs*
Paige

Hunky Heroes, Kickbutt Heroines, Unforgettable Romance!

http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Under Holly’s Stockings

Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to talk about a perplexing holiday gift I once gave, and my latest release, Under Holly’s Stockings, a holiday erotic romance.

What IS It?

Have you ever started opening a gift and thought “I wonder what this is”? Or, even worse, completely unwrapped it and still wondered? It’s hard to thank someone for something you can’t even identify. I opened a gift once that was packed in a Mr. Coffee box. My stomach sank as I peeled off the paper because I don’t drink coffee. To my delight, it turned out to be something more useful.

Last year, my mother included a banana stand on her wish list. On Amazon I found a big, elaborate thing that looked as if it was made of wrought iron. It even included a bowl for fruit. Even though it took a lot of paper, the easiest way to wrap it was in the gigantic box it came in.

When my mother saw the box, her jaw fell to the floor. It was probably the biggest gift she’d ever seen. “Good grief!” she exclaimed. The look on her face made my grandmother laugh. When she finally opened it, it was clear from her expression she still had no idea what it was. By the time she said, “What the hell is this?” my grandmother was in hysterics with laughter. I had to tell her what it was and that she’d asked for it. When she finally figured it out, she loved it.

In my story, Michael knows Holly is a beautiful package, but until he gets under her stockings, he doesn’t really know what he’s going to get. Of course, anticipation is at least half the fun! Will he like the gift when he unwraps it?

Have you ever received a gift you had trouble identifying?

Publisher:  Ellora's Cave Publishing
Release Date:  11 December 2013
eBook ISBN #:  978-14199-49340
Stay tuned for reviews and more: http://www.aftonlocke.com/holly.html

Blurb
After being stood up at the altar last Christmas, Michael dreads the holiday. When a woman wearing sexy red stockings on the subway propositions him with a day of sex, seems there’s no time like the present to get back into the spirit of the season!

Having just lost her mother, Holly will do anything to avoid being alone on Christmas. But when Michael arrives, nothing goes as planned. Despite the joy of exploring each other’s bodies with all the holiday trimmings, her emotions get in the way.

When Michael realizes the way to get under Holly’s stockings is through her heart, he’ll have to put the ghosts of his Christmas past to rest.

Excerpt (explicit)
Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

When a westbound metro train on the orange line came to a screeching stop in Rosslyn, Virginia, Michael Tyler hurried inside and grabbed a seat near the window. Thank God there’s no music in here, he thought as he placed his briefcase by his feet on the orange carpet. If he heard one more tired Christmas song, he swore he’d be ill.

Everywhere around him people rattled shopping bags. Women chattered about the gifts they’d bought for their kids, or what they planned to cook for Christmas dinner. Year after year, it was the same old thing. Wasn’t anyone else tired of it by now?

Michael loosened his tie with relief when the doors closed and the train glided into motion. The sooner he got home, the sooner he could get this rotten holiday over with.

At the next stop, he blinked with surprise when a tall girl fell into the seat next to him. It was a miracle she didn’t drop all of her bags in the process. Who in their right mind did all their shopping on Christmas Eve? If he had decided to celebrate this holiday, he would have shopped online at least a month early.

“Hi! Merry Christmas!” she announced with sickening cheer.

Disgust rolled through his stomach. Why hadn’t he put his briefcase on the seat? Without looking at her, he returned the greeting in a tone of voice that warned her to mind her own business.

He noticed she had long, black hair and kissable lips coated with shiny, red lipstick. Her short, wool coat fit snugly, hinting at high, perky breasts.

Look away, damn it! But no, he had to torture himself with the reminder he hadn’t been with a woman in over a year. Her plaid skirt was so short he could hardly see it. What he did see were a pair of long, shapely legs encased in bright-red stockings. Lust, long dormant, kindled to life in his groin.

Maybe this was his Christmas gift. He could jack off in his condo tonight while he fantasized about those legs. After all, she was a complete stranger and looked nothing like Marcie…

He stared out the window, counting the lights passing by in the dark tunnel as the train pulled into the next stop, revealing an arched, honeycomb ceiling. The woman fussed with her bags, rattling them until Michael thought his head would explode.

A small, glittery Christmas ball rolled out of one of her bags, making a soft thunking sound on the carpeted floor.

“Whoops!”

The innocence of her voice aroused him more than a hand on his cock. He reminded himself she probably had a husband and five kids waiting at home. Doing his gentlemanly duty, he bent to pick up the ball for her.

At the moment, the train lurched into motion, causing him to fall across those warm, scarlet legs.

His nose filled with subtle feminine musk. Was it the soap she might have rubbed on her long legs this morning while she shaved them? Or was it the sweet aroma of her cunt, tucked inside that short skirt—a gift for him to open?

Hard and throbbing, his cock surged inside his trousers while he scrambled off her. He longed to spread those long legs and unroll the red stockings, inch by inch, down her legs. Instead, he allowed his palm to brush the back of one shapely calf.

With sweat coating his brow, he slumped against his seat. He definitely needed to jack off tonight. Repeatedly.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “Uh, did you manage to grab the ball?”

Her brown eyes glinted with mischief at his words and then saddened. “It rolled away.”

Her face, on the verge of crumpling, reminded him of a child who had just learned there was no Santa. Probably the same way his face had looked last year during the worst Christmas ever.

As if the lust weren’t enough to deal with, his chest swelled with something else. Protectiveness. For some reason, he experienced the sudden urge to turn the train car upside down to find her Christmas ball.

His stop wasn’t far away. He’d never see her again. Instead of the relief he expected, he felt regret.

“Looks like you have big holiday plans,” he found himself saying.

A brave smile battled with the sadness on her face as she nodded. “I’m going all out this year. It’s probably silly because I’ll be alone.”

He blinked with surprise. “You? Alone? I mean, that’s not so bad. I’ll be alone too…working.”

It was a half truth. He didn’t have to work tomorrow, but he’d brought home plenty of paperwork to get him through the day.

She glanced out the window as the train stopped again. “Oh! My stop is next. I have a proposition for you.”

Great. She must be a call girl. He might be horny right now but he wasn’t that horny.

With a trembling hand, she brushed back a long, silky lock of hair. “I don’t want to spend Christmas alone. Will you come to my apartment and celebrate the day with me?”

Indecision seized Michael’s throat. “I-I don’t even know you.”

She clasped his forearm. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Coming Soon


Entrance to Ecstasy, my paranormal print anthology, will release from Ellora’s Cave on 24 December 2013.






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Stripper With Spice is coming soon from Ellora’s Cave.

Getting back on her feet after unemployment, Janice Sullivan, a financial analyst, treats herself to an erotic romance convention. Winning a two-hour fantasy date with Carlos Aguilar, a young Mexican-American stripper, she decides to have a one-time fantasy fling.

When Carlos entices her back to the bedroom—and a few public places—for more sizzling sex, he unleashes her passions, including a secret desire to be a chef. Janice learns there’s more to this heartthrob than a hot body, but job security comes first.

To convince her he’s more than a fantasy, he teaches her trust with his body. But when that trust is finally tested to the limit, will she cling to safety or take a chance on a whole new life?

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I’m excited to be part of the Tall, Dark and Alpha boxed set that will release in March 2014.

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Wednesday, December 4, 2013

"A Soldier's Italian Christmas" Backstory: The nun who inspired my heroine

I was a Christmas angel.
 
I was seven.
 
Green tin foil wings and a white robe. A red candle. I was convinced the sister at St. Michael's gave me green wings because I'm Irish. I wanted the gold wings so bad, but you don't always get what you want.
 
Except at Christmas.
 
This holiday I'm giving myself a present. I wrote a story that's been on my mind for a long time about a soldier an nun during wartime in Italy.
Cover Design by Ramona Lockwood
 
 
They fall in love and there's this lost treasure and a Nazi major who's after the treasure and...well, I'm getting ahead of myself.
 
Today I want to talk about the woman who inspired my heroine.
 
Did you have a fave nun at school?
 
I'll never forget Sister Regina Marie. I wanted to write so bad she let me work on my story every day during study time and encouraged me to be a writer. I was thirteen. That first blue-ink manuscript was the story about a girl who goes to Paris where she gets caught up in a Da Vinci code type mystery in an old chapel. It's hidden away with my favorite dolls and Superman comics, but the memory of those afternoons scribbling my story stays with me.

The sister was an unusual nun for her time, a woman who could see past what girls were supposed to do with their lives and what they could do.

I thank her for that.

She also inspired my heroine's character in "A Soldier's Italian Christmas." This is the story of a courageous young nun who defies the Nazi major and falls in love with a handsome Army captain during the winter of December 1943 in Italy.

You can read the prologue and part of the first chapter HERE on Amazon.
 
Buon Natale!

 
My Vine video: I love the snow!!