Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop

Please be aware: I write GLBTQ romance. This blog posting contains an excerpt from an m/m/m romance - that's male/male/male. As in male/male/male sex. As in a threesome. 

If that ain't your cuppa, please move along

 and make room for the next person. 

I don't have any Thanksgiving-themed stories, but I do have a hot little Christmas tale. So... I'mma be all rebellious and junk and share an excerpt from that one. It's called "Perfect Christmas." Like most things in my life, this snippet is Rated R!!

Leave a comment below and you'll be entered to win a free pdf copy. :-) 

Enjoy!!

Blurb: Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan's not sure how he's going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan's gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!

Excerpt:

Drake straightened, stepped back, and stretched. He flashed Evan a dazzling smile. “Now we can head to the bedroom.”

“I was starting to like the bathroom,” Evan admitted.

“Well, if you want to open your present, you need to go to the bedroom.”

Curiosity piqued, Evan slid down off the sink. Drake took his hand and led him to the adjoining bedroom. In the middle of their big, black lacquer, four-poster bed, naked except for a pair of black leather underwear with a silver zipper, was their friend Mike. The soft glow of candles surrounded them but no heat radiated from them; Evan recognized them as the flameless battery operated ones he’d bought online last year but had never used.

“How?” Evan managed to whisper, just before his jaw dropped open.

“I called him on the way here and arranged it,” Drake explained, his tone full of pride.

“I snuck in the backdoor after Drake got home.” Mike grinned sheepishly. “No pun intended.”

“Remember when you said you wondered what he was like in bed?” Drake asked, pressing his lips to Evan’s ear.

Evan nodded, mouth too dry to talk. Not that he didn’t find Drake’s boyish good looks and curly blond hair attractive, and not that he didn’t feel content and fulfilled with their relationship, or their sex life—he did. But there was something about Mike—an animal magnetism in those large, dark eyes—that had always tempted Evan. Mike was the tallest man Evan knew, towering well over six feet, with a hunky build and chestnut skin that bespoke of exotic travels, action and adventure, and completely belied his ordinary, down home life as bartender at the local gay club. Evan would never have acted on his fantasy, of course, but with Drake giving permission and Mike willing, how could he say no?

“Aren’t you going to unwrap your package?” Mike wiggled his hips, flickering light glinting off the metal zipper.

Drake moved to stand behind Evan, pressing their bodies together, the proof of his excitement obvious as the long, hard ridge of his cock nudged Evan’s ass. “Go on,” he encouraged.

Evan took several slow, measured steps forward, reawakening cock swinging between his legs.

“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he, Mike?” Drake asked.

Mike nodded. “I’m eager for a taste.”

Evan shivered and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching a trembling hand for the zipper. His fingers fumbled, bumping Mike’s cock through the leather and Mike let out a long, low moan that went straight to Evan’s cock.

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Guest Promo: Proving Santa Exists by Victoria Blisse (m/f)

Blurb: When Jonathan transfers from the US to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.
 
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.

Excerpt:

 "Here we go." I slide the tray onto the mushroom-coloured Formica tabletop. "I just ordered the Christmas lunch special for two. It's very good." I slip the two bowls of thick, red, chunky vegetable soup to the table, then place the plates of turkey and stuffing sandwiches next to them. Lastly, I set down two steaming mugs of tea.

"It looks delicious!" he enthuses as I take my seat. "How much do I owe you?"

"Oh, no. Put your money away. This is my treat. Count it as a welcome-to-Manchester present."

"Well, that is very nice of you, Jenny. Thank you." He beams. "I'm definitely liking Manchester so far."

The thick soup is warming, and the chunks of vegetables melting in my mouth feel intensely comforting. You can’t beat a good bowl of soup on a cold day.

"Mmm, this is really tasty. Thanks for the tip." Jonathan licks his lips. I try not to imagine licking them for him.

"My pleasure. Good food is a passion of mine, as you can see!" I wave a hand down my body, showing off my ample curves, being sarcastic about my size, as I always am. I find it stings less if I tell the joke before anyone else does.

"I know very little about good food," he replies, completely ignoring my self put-down. "I've not experienced much so far in my life. I’m a terrible cook myself."

"Oh, well, you're over here now. We'll set you straight on that score, especially at Christmas. It’s a great time for good food. What are your Christmas plans?"

He shrugs his shoulders, "I don't have any. I've never really done Christmas. In the home, we got a present—if we were lucky—from a charity or something, but that was it. So it’s never really become a tradition I’ve kept."

"That is just awful. You will have a proper Christmas this year. I’ll see to it!" I put on my most determined look. "That is, if you'll let me." My look turns sheepish. "I organise my family's Christmas every year, and I'd be thrilled if you'd join in with us."

"Oh, no. I couldn't." He blushes, shaking his head furiously.

"You could, and you can, young man." I set my dominant head firmly on my shoulders "Besides, I need all the help I can get.”

"Oh, okay then." He cracks a smile. "You've persuaded me. It's not like I've got anything else to do."

"Excellent!" I bounce in my seat. "Ooh, would you like to come and help me decorate my tree? I was planning to do it this evening. I could do with a man to sort out my lights."

"That sounds good. What man can resist the draw of messing with a beautiful lady's bulbs?" My cheeks flush at the compliment, and wonder if it was as much of an innuendo as I thought it was. I really concentrate on eating the last crust of my turkey sandwich and try to calm myself down a bit.

"Well, that's settled then. You can come to my place after work if you like, I'll feed you, too if you like!"

"That sounds great, really. Thanks a lot, Jenny. You've given me such a warm welcome. I really appreciate it." He squeezes my arm, just above my wrist.

"You're very welcome." I look down coyly, my face lit up like the Christmas tree in the corner. As I'm looking down at his hand on my arm, I notice my watch. "Oh, damn it! It’s five to two. We better rush back. I don't want to get you in trouble on your first day."

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Author Bio

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at her website or follow and friend Victoria on Twitter and Facebook. 

Meet the Family Holiday Hop

For those of you who know me, you know my childhood wasn't pretty much hell. Consequently, we didn't have a lot of holiday traditions. Unless you count dad getting drunk. LOL O.o

Once I moved out, moved on, and got married, we had dual custody of our kids with my husband's ex. Establishing a routine and traditions was pretty much a losing battle - every year was different.

Things are still pretty up in the air when it comes to festivities around here, but there are *two* things that happen without fail -  the Christmas tree goes up the weekend after Thanksgiving, and my Husband puts on the final trimming - the star on top. The tree has been different over the years, and the ornaments keep multiplying by thousands, it seems. In the early years, there was tinsel...until we figured out Hubby's cat was eating it by the bucket loads.

But we've kept the tree part the same every year. :-)

For my prize today, I'm offering up a free pdf copy of my transgender romance "Family Matters."

To enter, just leave a comment below with your e-mail.

Good luck!!

****PLEASE BE AWARE: I write GLBTQ romance. GLBTQ stands for gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and queer. This means my works feature same sex relationships AND same sex sexual acts. If winning that kind of a book isn't your cup of tea, kindly pass on to the next blog in the hop and leave the spot open for someone else. Thank you.****