Here’s the blurb!
Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?
* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.
Those of you who’ve been with me since the start will know that this was the very first story I ever got published all the way back in 2006. Now I’ve added around 4000 words to it, added more sexy seasonal fun to Jonathon and Jenny’s story.
You also get 5 of my favourite seasonal recipes too, all items are mentioned in the story and I swear my Christmas Cake recipe is worth 77p in itself.
Mmmm, Christmas cake.
Okay, before I get too distracted here’s an excerpt from the book for you to enjoy!
“Okay, first box. Gees, what have you got in here?” He lets the box down on to the bed, and straightens up again with a slight wince.
“That must be the nativity and candles and things. They’re pretty heavy. The other two should be much lighter, I promise.” He stretches up again and my eyes fix on his stomach. Yes, I am a dirty old letch. I feel like one, anyway. Taking advantage of such a cute, handsome guy without his permission. Although I suppose it’s not too bad when he doesn’t even realise I’m doing it.
“Oh, yes. This one’s much lighter.”
I jolt my gaze up from his midriff and take the proffered box from his hands with an apologetic smile. If he caught me staring, he doesn’t pull me up on it. “I’ll take the two light ones down, if you take the heavy one.”
“Are you sure you can manage?”
“Sure. One’s tinsel and lights, the other baubles. I’ll get them down, no probs. Oh, can you grab the tree, too? Better take that with us.”
“Would be hard to decorate without it.” He chuckles. I love that sound; it makes my stomach bubble with excitement. He pulls down the next box, placing it on top of the other. His hands gently sweep over mine as he makes sure the top box is balanced. I’m sure he lingers for a while, the heat of his touch creeping up my arm and suffusing my whole body. One touch and I’m molten inside. I can’t begin to imagine what more would do to me.
“I’m going down,” I say without thinking.
“Now that would be impressive with your hands full.” Jonathan’s sweet chuckle takes on a dirtier edge.
“Don’t twist my words, rude boy. Will you grab the tree?”
“Sure, I’ll follow your lead.”
I try really hard not to let that led to dirty daydreams, but it’s hard not to imagine him down on his knees before me, pleasuring me. As I’m consumed with the effort of not thinking dirty, I’m startled by a pinch, firm and meaningful, to my buttocks. I yelp and start, shaking the boxes in my hands.
“Wakey wakey,” Jonathan exclaims, laughter barely concealed behind his words. “There’s a line forming here.” “All right, all right,” I gasp, “I was just waiting for you.” I’m such a bad liar, but as he can’t see my face, I’m hoping he won’t pick up on my untruth.
A hand stroke and an arse pinch aren’t conclusive proof of reciprocal lust but I do feel a little encouraged as I carefully walk downstairs, carrying the boxes before me.
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I know it’s early to be talking about Christmas, but I hope you’ll forgive me as I’m all excited about this first Self Published Blisse ebook!