The 12th day of Blissemas Book Launch!

Hello folks it’s me again for the Blissemas blog today because I’ve got a new book release yaaaaay!

Yoyu might have gathered by now that I love Christmas. I am the kind of person who loves carols and Christmas music and Christmas films too. I really revel in the season and so I always like to have a festive book or two available in December and so this tends to lead me to writing them back sometime in the middle of the summer!

In Charles Dicken’s A Christmas Carol Scrooge promises to Keep Christmas in his heart all year through. In one of my favourite festive films they even sing about it!

It is the season of the heart
A special time of caring
The ways of love made clear
It is the season of the spirit
The message if we hear it
Is make it last all year

I hope in some way I manage to capture this magic all year round Christmas love in my latest story Always Christmas in Lincoln.


It isn’t really always Christmas in Lincoln but when Felicity gets her man it feels like it.

Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky, with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.

When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her realise the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.

As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean, sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.

Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?

Here’s an exciting excerpt from the story for you to enjoy, I hope it puts you in the mood for Christmas! Just to set the scene, Carl has walked Felicity home and they’ve kissed on the doorstep. When she invited him in he helped her to take her coat and warm outer layers off but he has kept her arms trapped behind her in the tightly cinched arms of her coat so she is at his mercy!

“Come with me.” He didn’t wait for an answer; he grabbed my arm and pulled me into my small living room, which was illuminated by my tiny little Christmas tree and its cute multi-coloured lights.

“Nice tree,” he said as he pushed me down onto the sofa. I crossed my arms behind me in an effort to get comfortable. He knelt on the floor between my thighs and flipped up the front of my skirt and the modest petticoats beneath. He confidently rested his hands on my hips, gripped, then pulled down, peeling the sticky satin from my dampened pussy. He ran his hands down my legs as he backed away, until he had unhooked my knickers, and quickly retook his position between my thighs.

He wiggled down until he was at a level where he could kiss gently up from my knee to my wet and waiting slit. He grabbed my buttocks and encouraged me closer to the edge of the sofa. He strained to lap and lick every exposed inch of my creaming pussy. He prodded his tongue inside me then sucked my clit. He kept varying the pace and the action and kept me, quite literally, on the edge of my seat.

I wanted to come. I was straining to press more of my flesh to his lips. I was desperate for the slow, bubbling pleasure to boil over into the raging fire of ecstatic release, but the teasing bastard kept me right on the brink. I opened my eyes for a moment and glanced down my body I could see he was enjoying denying me.

“Let me come, Carl, please, I need to come,” I begged, my gaze locked with his.

“Not yet,” he replied, pulling back and slowly licking his lips. “I’ve not finished with you yet.”

I should have kept my mouth shut, as he stood up then and moved over to sit next to me on the sofa.

“Sit forward,” he said and I complied. He released me from my coat bonds. I was relieved. It was an expensive item and I knew I would rip it if I thrashed around in it much longer. Life tingled back into my fingers as I pulled my hands round in front of me and rubbed my arms.

“I need to fuck you, Felicity, I need to fuck you now.” The use of my full name sent chills down my spine. I smiled and simply nodded in reply. It was either consent or confirmation of need—more than likely both.

“Kneel there,” he said, “lean on the chair arm.”

I eagerly complied—I loved to be fucked from behind. I felt very exposed, my knickers discarded, my skirt and petticoats in disarray and my bottom poking out beneath them. Carl gently stroked my arse with one hand as the sound of a zip parting indicated that he was readying himself to fuck me. It felt so much longer, but only a few moments later he slammed into me.

I loved how he thrust into me, so hard and primal. I was no longer bound but I still felt like he was in control, like he was using me for his pleasure. I wanted that, needed that, because pleasing him made me feel good.

“So good,” he crooned, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. “So fucking good.”

The old couch creaked as we swayed in rhythm. The twinkling Christmas lights gave a sweet, festive feel that seemed almost to clash with the raw lust of Carl and I fucking, unabashed, a few metres away from it. I loved it. As I climbed towards my climax, I wished that I could delay it so I could fully enjoy the grit and passion of the moment. I couldn’t hold it in, though—I had balanced on the edge of pleasure for too long. I came with a loud scream that I’m sure disturbed the neighbours. My pussy pulsed and the pressure pulled the orgasm from within Carl’s body. He pushed deep into me and held there. A gravelly grunt exited his lips and I felt his cock flex within me. I slumped forward, my knees no longer able to hold my weight.

“Wow,” I gasped, panting hard. “Wow.”

“I echo that remark.” He sounded as puffed out as me, if not more so. I finally made my limbs move and snuggled up beside him. My stomach rumbled audibly.

“Oh, I think it must be teatime. Are you staying for something to eat?”

“I’m sorry, Fliss, I wish I could, but I need to go now.” He looked at his watch. “Things to do, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” Unconvinced, I tried to raise a smile. He fastened his trousers, then leaned in to kiss me.

“If I don’t see you before, I’ll see you on Christmas day. Is one o’clock good for you?”

“Yeah.” I nodded my head. “That’s fine.”

I offered him a piece of paper and a pen to write down his address and saw him out of the door. I felt funny. I knew I should have felt all happily blissed-out, but his quick exit worried me. Did he not really like me? Was he just in it for the sex? I mean, it would seem strange to invite someone for Christmas dinner just to shag her, but why else would he rush off so quickly?

I don’t know about anyone else but that certainly warmed me up! Phew. To get your copy check out Total -e-Bound today!

So how do you keep the spirit of Christmas all the year through? Remember every comment here puts you in the prize draw to win a kindle! Check for terms and conditions.