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Friday, January 14, 2011

New Year


Well I totally forgot today was my day to blog. Sorry about that. I’ve had a lot of things going on in my life. Some I can talk about, others I can’t.
I’m working on two different stories both with tight deadlines – 2/1. I don’t have any new releases coming anytime in the near future, but if you’re in still in the Christmas mood I do have a book that came out on December 6th over at Aspen Mountain Press, called Naughty St. Nick
Here’s a little taste!


Excerpt:
Emily pattered over to the front door. She peered through the peephole and opened
the door against the bitter cold of the winter storm brewing outside. Shivering, she bent
over the threshold and glanced in both directions. Her skin pebbled from the
snowflakes landing on her bare arms.
“Strange, I know I heard the doorbell ring.” She was about to close the door when
she noticed a small brown box sitting off to the right.
Intrigued, she placed a sock-covered foot into the icy snow and retrieved the box.
She slammed the door and hurried back to her blanket on the couch. She nestled under
the red fuzzy blanket. Turning the box in her hands she looked for an addressee.
“Nothing.” She couldn’t help but wonder if it was meant for her or if someone left it
on her doorstep mistakenly. She shook the box. Something bounced around inside.
Unable to fight her curiosity, she tore open the package. Inside was a mistletoecolored
finger butt plug with little white snowmen on it. Tingling sensations warmed
her body straight down to her core. Heat charged through her body, as thoughts of
teasing the rim of her ass filled her mind.
Wouldn’t it be nice if I had someone doing it for me?
Digging deeper into the box, she searched for a card. She found a tiny note card that
read:
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave me to, one butt plug a hummin’.
Emily thought she’d orgasm right then and there. Who wanted to charge her ass to
life? Tremors radiated her muscles, curling her toes. Someone wanted to do naughty
things to her. Filled with an arousal that ran deep, Emily knew she had to pleasure
herself.
Heat from the flames crackling in the fireplace warmed her chilled body, smoothing
her skin. The television blared in the background, but Emily tuned out the noise. She’d
been watching a movie about a money heist on a train or something crazy, that hadn’t
held her attention. As she turned the plug over in her hands, her attention was totally
focused. She couldn’t imagine who would send her something so erotic.
Settling into the pillow, she closed her eyes and pictured the guy from Six A as the
bearer of her gift. His wavy blond hair and piercing green eyes charged her body. She’d
fantasized about him a few times.
Oh, who am I kidding?
She'd masturbated to the image of his shit-eating grin too many times to count.

Until next month!

3 comments:

Marie Rose Dufour said...

You are a very busy woman! Great Christmas story. I loved every word of it.

Amber Skyze said...

Thanks Marie!

Tina Donahue said...

Can't wait to read this one, Amber! :)

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