I’ve always loved the Dickens’ classic about Scrooge and his scratchy quill pen.
But what if Scrooge worked on Wall
Street and used a smart phone instead?
Sounds good, I thought, and set my fingers to tapping on my keyboard. I knew the
story by heart, even the dialogue with Scrooge complaining about giving his
clerk the day off on Christmas and sending the poor to workhouses.
But
we live in a techie world with faxes, GPS, and Twitter. I had to update the
story. And don’t forget, I wanted my Scrooge to be a sexy hunk. So I let my
imagination run wild.
Here,
let me show you:
Imagine
you’re rushing around doing last minute Christmas shopping and you run smack
into the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular
chest filling out a well-cut $5,000 suit. Silky pin-striped tie, platinum cuff
links. His deep blue eyes casting bold glances your way that your mama would
never approve of. But you do.
He
looks you over like he wants to strip off your clothes and bend you over his
knee and spank you.
Oh, my.
“Do
you work around here?” you ask casually, loving the way he smells when he leans
over to see if you’re okay. You nearly faint when you get a whiff of his
aristocratic masculine scent. Sweet tobacco, musk. Cinnamon? Who cares? He
smells divine.
“I
work on Wall street,” he says, smiling.
A banker, nice.
It’s
hard to get a taxi this time of day, he says, so he’ll send you home in his
limo.
You
can’t believe your luck. Is he one of those sexy billionaires you’ve been
reading about?
You
bet. You’re hooked. A Christmas present in your silk stocking and it’s only
Christmas Eve.
He
gives you his business card and invites you to have holiday brunch with him in
his penthouse.
You’re
beside yourself with glee as you rub your thighs together, lovely contractions
making you hum a jingly tune.
Then
you read his card:
Ebenezer Scrooge.
Ebenezer Scrooge.
No, no, no…
I
hit the Delete button.
It
ain’t gonna work.
No
matter how handsome, how sexy, how rich,
who’s going to fall in love with a guy named Ebenezer? Dickens’ curmudgeon with
his ill-fitting suit and stovepipe hat isn’t exactly cover model material. No
way would you want him swinging his
cane over your butt.
Therein
lies the rub: How was I going to make my Scrooge sexy?
And stay
true to the Dickens’ classic?
A
timeless story of the hero seeing the error of his ways.
That’s
what we love about the story, watching him change. I wanted to take that idea a
step further and write about an alpha male gone wrong who finds his way home
through the love of a beautiful woman.
First,
Scrooge needed a new name.
Nick
Radnor.
“Nick had a cast iron stomach and tight abs.
He was tall, handsome and could wheel and deal with the best of them. Talk on
his cell to his bankers with one hand and find his way under the elastic band
on his secretary’s black silk panties with the other.”
I
had to make the other characters sexy as well. What if his faithful clerk, Mr.
Cratchit, was a gorgeous blonde secretary named Jinger?
“Standing in the doorway, the six-foot tall blonde wore red
high heels, a black garter belt and black stockings with a red-and-white
striped candy cane strapped to her thigh. She wore nothing else but a leather
collar around her neck studded with rhinestones and jingle bells.”
I decided my modern Scrooge would also have a beautiful
fiancée named Monique:
“Monique Ashford had the face of an angel and
the figure of a model. Came from an old Newport
family…Her pink babydoll top barely concealed her full breasts and her tight
white panties pinched the crack of her ass…”
Nick frequents Mamie’s, a gentleman’s club in the financial district. Since I
write erotic romance, I made it a BDSM
club:
“She [Mamie] first strapped on her plastic stilettos and
diamond choker back in the Reagan years when she opened up shop in the Silk
Stocking district in a swank six-room apartment once owned by a famous madam
during the Depression. Business was good and her “private parties” soon began
to draw customers from Wall Street…She schooled her girls in the art of the
tease as well as how to walk, talk and
bend over with grace.”
Marley the Ghost became Nick’s
business partner, Charlie Harris, who died in the arms of a beautiful woman at
Mamie’s.
“A jovial but debauched son of a gun who
played the game hard and liked his women rough.”
And we can’t forget the Ghosts of
Christmas Past, Present, and Future: three sexy female spirits with great bods
and killer wardrobes. Not to mention magical powers.
Once I had my cast of characters (yes,
I have a Tiny Tim character, too), now what?
I wanted to stay true to the Dickens’
classic, so I opened the story on Christmas Eve in Nick’s office. It’s late and
Nick is working overtime when Jinger reminds him it’s time for holiday sex. No
romance, just sex. And no promotion for Jinger either, Nick says. Not this
year.
Nick
sounds like a heartless one-percenter, doesn’t he? Just like Scrooge. I had to
find out why Nick is so cold-hearted.
It goes back to Christmas Eve when he was a kid and his corporate raider father
gave him coal in his stocking every year. That’s why Nick hates Christmas.
Now
we’re getting somewhere. We also meet Nick as a young man and discover that he
wasn’t always a greedy businessman.
He’s
cold and heartless now and he’s about to find out where that path is taking him
when he convinces Mamie to open up her club for him late on Christmas Eve.
The
old gal adores Nick, and not just his generous tips. Mamie sees something in
him that no one else does: he’s a lost little boy. She also knows that Nick is
still grieving over the sudden death of his business partner last Christmas
Eve, Charlie.
When
Charlie’s ghost shows up after a night of wild drinking and whipping, we’re off
and running. The three ghosts make their appearance just like in the classic
story. Three sexy babes who take Nick on a whirlwind tour of his past, present,
and future with each episode tied to his beautiful fiancée, Monique.
Monique
is the anchor in my story. She never stops believing in her man, no matter
what. It is through her eyes that we
fall in love with Nick, all the while hoping that he wakes up before it’s too
late and he loses everything.
Including
her.
“A
Naughty Christmas Carol” was a blast for me to write. And yes, it has a happy
ending. It’s an erotic and sexy 50 Shades of Grey Scrooge with three sexy
female ghosts trying to save the soul of a Wall Street trader on this naughty Christmas Eve.
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Check
out my Naughty Christmas Carol book
video and a naughty excerpt on my website at:
2 comments:
LOL! I love it, Jina! I was so with you up until the name Ebenezer, too! It isn't a sexy name at all but I adore how you switched it up and still maintain the heart of the story! Merry Christmas!!
Thanks, Naima. It was quite a challenge making our Scrooge hero sexy. And fun, too. I think the Ghost of Christmas Present has a major crush on Nick, but then again, don't we all?
Merry Christmas!!
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