Who doesn’t like a gift, even if late? My favorite part about Christmas (as cheesy as this sounds) is giving gifts. Well, it’s the recipient’s reaction that really does it for me. There’s nothing better than the smile of a person you love, except knowing you put it there.

While I let you spend the holiday with your family, I didn’t forget about you. Tell me what is your favorite part of the holidays in the comments below and I’ll give you a digital copy of Versions, the first installment in the Blacklist Series! (Be sure to leave your email address in the comments!) If you love it, tell a friend.

Versions Excerpt

At the most swank eatery until le Diplomate a few blocks up, they passed an outcropping of glass framed in thick rustic metal and then turned right. Through the concrete entrance the hostess’s practiced hands ushered them across the stone floor to their waiting friends.

“Rin!” Jen squealed, hopping from her smooth wooden chair. “Get out. I freaking love your hair. And that dress. Oh my God, are those Choos?” The exuberant brunette fanned herself with Barcelona’s extensive drink menu.

The crowd around them didn’t skip a beat, caught in the din of their own merriment. This place did that and Rin was ready for some indulgence of her own.

“Perfect timing.” Zack’s green eyes shifted behind her, toward the kitchen.

Jen’s breath caught and she leaned to the side, peering around the outfit she’d just gushed over. “Forget your Choos and get a load of our waiter. Please be our waiter. Please be our waiter.”

“They’re called servers,” Gregory chimed with his charismatically crooked grin. He stood, leaned forward, and planted a big one square on Rin’s lips. She released Nate and wrapped Gregory in a fierce hug. “And these days they tend to sue when ogled too forcibly. So, no groping.” He winked and set her back next to Nate.

“Lawyers,” Rin mirrored her best friend’s lopsided grin. “Always spoil the fun.”

She and Nate laughed for the first time since the text, but none of their friends noticed. They all stared in unabashed awe at the person coming to take their order.

“I’m ready to pick a team and erect my flag in the dirt. This guy seals the deal. Gay all the way. Sorry, ladies, but this nugget of manliness has finally made a decision.” Gregory smoothed his hand over the cream cable-knit sweater that hid his leanly muscled physique.

“Erect your flag or your dick? In the ground or our server?” Jen asked. “I have zero qualms about calling him a server because I’d let him service me any day.”

“I prefer the latter.” Gregory sat wide-eyed.

“Something’s wrong with you two,” Zach announced.

“But I don’t see you looking away,” Nate noted. “And I hope y’all know what you want to drink. Jen and Greg, your prayers are answered in three, two…”

Rin couldn’t get over her friends’ reaction to this guy enough to turn and look for herself. She needed this camaraderie to ease the sting of loneliness, even though Nate’s beefy hand wrapped securely around her upper arm. The realization of the superficiality of their relationship—crazy text or not—raised the curtain and left her standing on stage in nothing but her sparkling personality.

“Evening, gentlemen. Ladies.” The silken honey of the unfamiliar voice coated her nakedness in a soothing balm. The waiter cleared his throat. The low rumble vibrated very near her ear. “What can I get you, miss?”

She canted her head in his direction. Surprise smacked her square in the face.  Smoldering bedroom eyes gazed into hers. The crystal blue orbs pierced through a strong brow and straight into her soul. Rin stepped back, stumbling over Nate’s feet. A thud sounded her landing against her boyfriend’s hard chest.

“Whoa, there,” the waiter said, maintaining an invisible grip on Rin that made it impossible to look away.

Blond hair only a shade darker than her own sat in disarray across his forehead, but was shorn close around his ears. The hint of a beard hugged the strongest jaw she’d ever seen. Lips the perfect shape and fullness for hours and hours of kissing would have softened the blow his appearance delivered, if he’d only smile.

“You startled me,” she said by way of explanation for her odd behavior.

“Wasn’t my intention.” He said the words, but his head ticked to the side and his eyes flared in a way that opposed them.

“What’s your name, gorgeous?” Jen asked.

“Call me Luck,” the waiter said, holding Rin’s befuddled gaze.

Nate steadied her and shifted to place himself between her and the…her and Luck, but a massive party of suits poured in to their left. They crowded the walkway with banter and briefcases. The man screwing with her head—more than her shrink ever had—could have stepped to the side of the table toward Zach. Instead, he stepped forward, crowding her with his sharply muscled chest tucked neatly into a waiter’s white button down. Chiseled forearms and lightly sun-kissed skin shown at his rolled sleeves.

Whether someone shoved him or he took a dive she wasn’t sure, but his sinewy chest suddenly plastered her front. One arm wrapped around her waist, catching her in a subtle dip. His other shot out to the chair back to steady them. She swore she heard Gregory moan. Luck’s muscles in action did something sinful to her psyche.

“Jackass, I’m not into threesomes,” Nate blustered just behind her head. She’d see him, if she’d tear her gaze off Luck. But she couldn’t.

Luck lifted his heavy blue gaze from her for the first time and squared it on Nate. “Me neither.”

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The house my grandmother owned in the 50s and 60s was supposedly haunted by a ghost she named Ethel Beth. This house was located in Los Angeles, not far from Century City, in a neighborhood of homes. In fact, it was a rather nice neighborhood (probably still is). Nothing spooky about it, really.

Ethel Beth had been known to open windows (the kind that had to be pushed upward), turn on lights, and throw hats out of a closet. I never witnessed any of her antics, but more than one person admitted to seeing these things. Now, whether this was a story that people loved to get in on, or Ethel Beth really existed, I’ll never know.

And while I loved to visit my grandmother and listen to the stories, I wasn’t always so keen on spending the night. Every noise spooked me! I never saw any sign of Ethel Beth, though (maybe she knew I was scared).

But the stories always intrigued me. Ghosts intrigue me. So when my husband suggested I write a book with a ghost, I thought, why not? And that’s how Ghostly Liaison was born (to be released on January 19, 2015 through Lyrical Press/Kensington).

Avoiding love is hard. Catching a killer can be fatal…

When Rob’s sister passed away, she left him her dog and her house. He can handle the dog part, but he doesn’t need another home. Especially a fixer-upper the neighbor swears is haunted. Then he meets Bridget, who’s working on getting her life back together after a car accident left her scarred in more ways than one. She can’t pass up Rob’s offer of free lodging, regardless of the shape it’s in. Or the roommate that’s part of the package. She’s never believed in ghosts, but now she’s living with one who wants Bridget’s help in catching a killer. There’s only one problem: the killer has unfinished business…

So… If you saw ghosts (and didn’t die of fright), would you tell anyone? How might you go about doing that? Well, this is how Bridget tells Rob in the following excerpt from Ghostly Liaison:

Rob scooted closer and placed his hand on her knee. “The whole incident was in the papers. Could we please talk about something less depressing?”

Bridget’s heart sped up from his touch. “Like…like what?”

“I don’t know. Movies, TV, the weather.” He removed his hand from her knee and stroked her fingers. His warmth zinged through her extremities.

Her heart went from double-time to whoa-baby-come-to-mama. She had to stop his advances and sitting with her legs wide open was probably inviting him in. She lowered her knee and straightened. Wrong move. That only gave him more room and he scooted closer.

He smelled good—of soap and wood—and grasped her hand before she could pull it away. “What are you afraid of, Bridget? Did some guy break your heart?”

“Sure, what girl hasn’t had her heart-broken.” She stared at his lips. Would it be so bad if they kissed? Kisses were just kisses, not a commitment. “How is it you’re still free? You a playboy?”

His smile made his eye gleam. “Not a playboy. Never found the right woman. Until…maybe…now.”

He held the back of her head. With the sound of blood rushing in her ears, she closed her eyes. He brushed his lips across hers and she leaned into them. What started out soft gradually became hard, almost as if he was staking a claim. She opened to him and he thrust his tongue in, exploring. He tasted better than she imagined, a mix of beer and pizza and something uniquely him.

He rubbed his thumb against her nipple and she moaned into his mouth. It had been too long since someone had last touched her. She craved everything he had to offer.

Slowly, he trailed his hand down her body, ending at her core. Frozen in place, she gradually thawed as he stroked her. She grew wet for him. Tentatively, she placed her hand on his chest, wishing the shirt would disappear. The buttons were at her fingertips. Could she slip her hand in?

He was nuzzling her neck when her mind cleared. Shit! Charlie was probably in the room.

Watching.

“I see dead people.” Hell’s bells. That had come out all wrong.

*~*~*~*

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Stacy McKitrick fell in love with paranormal romance, decided to write her own and found her passion in life. She used to work in accounting, now she spends her time with vampires, ghosts, and aliens. Born in California, she currently resides in Ohio with her husband. They have two grown children. www.StacyMcKitrick.com

I was asked this the other day. Never thought about it before actually. It was just an “is”. An “is” I am immensely thankful for!

So I sat down and actually thought about it. I have quite a few reasons. So go get a nice cold….err….warm beverage and get comfy.

1. Sex sells. This one is really easy and pretty much genre wide. Sex is awesome. People like it and they like to read about it.

2. The advent of the e-reader. You can be ANYWHERE with an e-reader and you can read ANYTHING without being afraid people will judge you. That’s hot for a lot of people. You could be reading War and Peace, or The Bible, or Debbie does Cleveland. That’s awesome! So as long as you don’t start moaning in the middle of the park you’re all set. Well I guess you can moan in the middle of the park but make sure you know how to cover it with a cough.

3. And since we’re on the topic – let’s talk about people feeling judged. Seriously. I think some people have decided to take it upon themselves as the judge and jury of the entire human race and they are vocal about it. Damn. I wished they’d just shut it. Yeah. That would fix a lot of the problems in the world. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. Yes They Are!! No doubt about it. But you know what? THEY DON”T HAVE TO SHARE IT. With social media, forums, blogs, groups, etc. Lots of like-minded people can come together to discuss their favorite books. No judging. Just awesomeness!

4. Empowerment – I think a lot of readers of erotic romance feel empowered by reading things that turn them on. Things that maybe made them feel less than in the past but now their desires are more main stream. Validation is intoxicating.

5. And I’m going to end with More is MORE. I know for me personally soft and sweet romances just don’t do it for me. It’s nice…and all…but it’s just not what I’m looking for to fill my precious free time. And I read one and I NEED another one when I’m done. I NEED to know I have more yummy smut waiting for me.

So to celebrate smutty awesomeness let’s have a giveaway! To one lucky poster I’ll be giving one spanking “giggle” new e-book copy away of Nico’s Curse.

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Thanks for reading and here’s a bit of info to tantalize you into giving Nico a chance to win your heart…

Domenico was cursed six long years ago by a witch determined to teach him a lesson. A lesson in life, loss, and understanding that to love is to put someone first…always.

His only escape from his beautiful prison is a dating site called Crossroads. He can choose only one woman a year to contact. One woman to convince, in nothing more than a week, that he’s worthy of her love. But there’s a catch. She must fall asleep during a video chat so he can crawl through his laptop into her world. Then all bets are off.

His curse becomes his salvation when his beautiful submissive Rose is nothing but a dream away.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Christmas is always a great time for movies. This year I’m going to see the new Hobbit movie, mainly so I can drool over Kili. (I know some of you are nodding!) Of course, the Hobbit isn’t a Christmas movie and I’m here to talk about movies set during the holidays.

I have three all-time best holiday movies. Two romances and one comedy. You may have seen them, but if you haven’t, definitely find time to make hot cocoa and watch them.

The Holiday is my number one pick. I just love this charming movie about two girls who’ve had bad luck with the men in their lives. They are strangers who meet on a home exchange and swap houses for the holidays. Iris lives in England and heads for American while Amanda goes to England. Of course, they find exactly what they aren’t looking for: a new romance. The movie stars Kate Winslet, Cameron Diaz, Jack Black and Jude Law, who is so romantic in this movie when he starts crying.

While You Were Sleeping is one of my favorite Sandra Bullock movies. Lucy is your average, lonely working girl who dreams of Prince Charming. The man of her dreams gets mugged and goes into a coma. Of course, the fun begins when Lucy stops by to check on him and the nurse tells his family Lucy is his fiancée. Then, Lucy ends up falling in love with Peter’s brother, Jack. Of course, that makes for complications as Jack thinks she’s his brother’s fiancée. It is a fun, romantic movie. Definitely the kind of story I’d love to write.

Christmas Vacation is a classic. What can you say? Chevy Chase and Randy Quaid are hilarious. The Griswold Family Christmas is one of the funniest events ever. 20,000 outdoor lights and a trees too big for the living room. You think can things get worse? Then Cousin Eddie shows up. Randy Quaid just stole the movie is all I can say.

Do you have a favorite Christmas movie? If so, tell us about it in the comments.

I do hope everyone is having a wonderful Christmas Eve today and that you will have a wonderful Christmas tomorrow!

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Before I start, I want to thank Delilah for hosting me again.  I’m excited to be here, and I’ve got something to give away later.

This is the time of year a lot of people are thinking about goals, new and old.  Did they make all their goals for the current year?  What goals to set for the next year?  Other people are simply thinking about their plans for the season: meals, parties, gifts, vacations.  And some of us (like me!) whose day-jobs revolve around making sure other people’s lists are accomplished only want to make it through this month so the new year can begin.

Still others just go with the flow, taking everything as it comes along.

I admit to being a goal-setter.  I love the feeling of accomplishment when I can check something off my to-do list.  For example, I was very pleased with myself when I finished this blog post.  Then panicked when my email program ate it.  Gone.  Poof, into the ether.  Picture a frantic author still in her pajamas muttering and wailing in her office, digging through every nook and cranny of her computer she could think of to try to retrieve the file and failing.  Rewriting it wasn’t in the plans, but a necessary deviation from the to-do list.

I’m not a strict by-the-list sort of goal-setter.  I tend to leave myself some leeway and extra time to reach the goals I’ve set for myself.  I’ve actually set my writing and life goals for next year already, thanks to a terrific class Delilah and her sister did earlier this month.  Now, thanks to an unexpected development this week, I have to make some adjustments to those writing goals.  Good thing I leave myself a little breathing space.  Having to adjust my timeline for that first goal means I need to tweak all the ones that come after it, but even with a few more wrenches thrown in during the course of the new year, my goals are still achievable, and if I’m lucky, I’ll still have some time to just catch my breath.

Andi, the heroine in Hunting Medusa, has a short list of life goals: make a steady living; keep her head down to keep off the radar of the men hunting her; and to stay alive.  Easy, right? Until Kallan, one of those hunters finds her.  Then she’s forced to improvise, and it turns out she’s better at that than she expected.  Kallan’s plan is also simple: find the Medusa, kill her, and steal a protective amulet.  Piece of cake.  But he had no idea that doing one of those things would make another impossible.  Kallan is careful, so having his plan in ruins might send another man into panic mode.  He simply comes up with a new plan.  And then another when the second one goes to hell, too.

Are you a planner, a careful goal-setter?  Or do you just go with the flow, letting things happen as they will?  Something in between?  I’d love to hear, since I’m always looking for tips to improve my own planning.  Plus, for everyone who posts their tendencies, I’ll be doing a drawing on Wednesday, Dec. 24 for a copy of Hunting Medusa in the ebook format of your choice.

Author bio: Elizabeth Andrews has been a book lover since she was able to read.  Almost as long as she’s been enjoying great books, she’s been attempting to write her own.  When she found her mother’s romance stash as a teenager, it was a natural progression to write romances.  Along with her enormous book stash, she lives with her husband of twenty years, two young adult sons, and belongs to two cats.  When she’s not buried in her personal library, writing, or at the day-job, there’s a garden outside with flowers, herbs and vegetables that requires occasional attention.

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Hunting Medusa, The Medusa Trilogy, Book 1

One murderous mission.  One killer case of PMS.  Who said “the curse” was a myth?

When Kallan Tassos tracks down the current Medusa, he expects to find a monster.  Instead he finds a wary, beautiful woman, shielded by a complicated web of spells that foils his plans for a quick kill and retrieval of her protective amulet.

Andrea Rosakis expects the handsome Harvester to go for the kill.  Instead, his attempt to take the amulet imprinted on her skin without harming her takes her completely by surprise.  And ends with the two of them in a magical bind–together.  But Kallan isn’t the only Harvester on Andi’s trail…

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This time of year, people are busy celebrating Hanukkah, Kwanzaa and Christmas. There are presents to buy and parties to attend. It can be busy and hectic but a lot of fun too. I know I love everything about Christmas from the songs and the decorations, to the special food that is prepared only at this time of year.

Heck, I don’t even mind the mall. I take the bus, so I don’t have to worry about parking, and I meander through the stores, enjoying the decorations and the music. I love watching the children get their pictures taken with Santa. I’ll always stop and have a cup of tea or hot chocolate and people watch. I’m a writer; it’s what I do. I also like to spend a day in the downtown sector of the city. There I can find local, independent retailers, and I’m all about supporting local business. Plus, you can find many different and local products that the stores at the mall just don’t have.

But this is also the time of year for a much older holiday—the winter solstice celebration. This is the longest night/shortest day of the year—a day when many of our ancestors prayed for the return of the light. For me, it’s a day of contemplation, a day to think about new beginnings. For after that day passes, the days start growing longer again. And even though winter is just settling in, there is the distant promise that spring will eventually arrive.

Even more than New Year’s Eve, I find the winter solstice the time of year when I take stock of my life and think about any changes I want to make. It’s a time to count my blessings and be grateful for all that I have in my life.

May you and yours enjoy the holiday season, no matter which one you celebrate.

Merry Christmas!

And if you’re looking for a holiday story, a hot, quick sexy read that will warm you up on a cold winter day, try one of my two Christmas books.

Jessamyn’s Christmas Gift is an Ellora’s Cave Quickie that offers up a hot, loving holiday read.

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But if you’re a little more adventurous, you might try The Gift of Shayla, my M/M/F novella from Carina Press. https://tinyurl.com/mgdcuch

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I share my somewhat messy office with my alien kitten, Wookie. That’s my favorite place to work because I can go in there, turn on the radio/cd player/tv and close the door! LOL Well that was true until the end of June 2013.

This morning, as I settled down to write this guest post, Wookie, who has been my muse and writing partner for the last ten years, sashayed up to my chair and asked, “Chrruupp?”

I immediately dropped my hand to her soft little head to pet her. I believe that’s an automatic reaction to “Chrruupp?” even though it has nothing to do with the question. The question being “What are you doing?” or maybe “Do you have any nummies for me?”

Wookie is fluffy, too fluffy if you know what I mean. So instead of giving her any of the treats sitting on the desk, I simply replied ‘I’m writing a guest post for a very popular blog’. At this point, Wookie leaped onto the back of my chair because her minion, Skye, had entered the room and Wookie always likes to look down at her. I think it has to do with a cat’s natural sense of superiority.

Skye, meanwhile, is rooting her nose under my hand demanding, in her own sweet way, her share of pets. In case you haven’t heard, Skye is my Golden Retriever who came to live with us last year. She started as an 11 pound bundle of golden fluff that the vet’s office promptly named ‘Cutest Puppy of the Year’. She’s still adorable. She’s still golden. And she’s got more enthusiasm in her than Wookie and I can wrangle in any given day.

Okay, so how does an energetic and enthusiastic young dog fit in with a writer and an alien kitten? It’s like life everywhere. You have to learn to balance. In this case, I had to learn to balance my time and energy.

Wookie is great for solving writing problems. With a wise and thoughtful ‘Mmrrppp mee-rall’, she can point out mistakes I’ve made in characterization better than an editor (and I’ve had some fine editors). But Wookie is a slow motion creature. The only thing she does fast is fall asleep.

That’s where the Golden Minion comes in. With her boundless energy, Skye gets both Wookie and I revved up and moving. And that helps me figure out the action part of my book plot. It also keeps me moving because Skye has needs of her own. She likes to retrieve (surprise!) so I have to spend time tossing a ball or a Frisbee or a cuddly toy. She likes running so I take her outside to do the Frisbee or just let her stretch her legs (and mine).

When we come back inside, I’m energized and ready to write. Wookie has had her alien kitten-nap, twentieth of the day, usually in a sunbeam. On her back. With her feet in the air. If she feels like it, she’ll get up and join me by the computer while Skye wanders off to her bed to take her own ‘cat-nap’. Doggy-nap? Minion-nap? Whatever. It leaves Wookie and me the freedom to do the important work of writing that next fascinating scene.

Wookie likes to hang on the back of my chair where she can read over my shoulder. If she’s quiet, I can bet she’s either a) impressed with the story or b) asleep. If you’ve ever met a cat, especially an alien kitten, you know that to impress them is quite a feat.

With a flick of her pointy ears and a feline smile, she’ll ask, “Mwawww?” Which means are you done? Because it’s time for her nummies followed by a rousing game of kill the feather tease toy.

A writer’s work is never done.

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Heartstone
By Lynda K. Scott
Mundania Press
Science Fantasy Romance

Eric d’Ebrur is out of time. He must fine the legendary Heartstone and fulfill the ancient Gar’Ja bond he shares with the Stonebearer. But when he finds her, he discovers that love can be more dangerous than the Gawan threat. Eric can defeat the mind-controlling Gawan but will it cost him the woman he loves?

After terrifying episodes of hypersensitivity, Keriam Norton thinks she’s losing her mind. When handsome shapeshifter Eric d’Ebrur saves her from the monstrous Gawan, she’s sure of it. But insane or not, she’ll find the Heartstone and, if she’s lucky, a love to last a lifetime.

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Altered Destiny
by Lynda K Scott
Science Fantasy Romance
Available in ebook formats

Stranded on an alternate Earth, architect and Jill-of-all-trades, Liane Gautier-MacGregor must find her way back to her homeworld before she’s enslaved…or falls in love with a man who is the exact duplicate of her ex-husband.

Devyn MacGregor’s alter ego as the Reiver Lord is the only way he can fight the Qui’arel and their nefarious Bride Bounty, a tax paid with human females…until he meets the oddly familiar woman who claims he is her husband. And who sets in motion the rebellion that will either free his countrymen or destroy them.

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Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Altered-Destiny-ebook/dp/B00579FKFO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1308920443&sr=8-1
Nook https://search.barnesandnoble.com/Altered-Destiny/Lynda-K-Scott/e/2940012882417
Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/79552

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