Once again I'm handing the reigns over to Cynthia Arsuaga who's teasing us with a little taste of the holidays with the hint of a kinky little twist...
Happy Hump Day Everyone,
Today, I’ll present the new Christmas Stories I have coming out. One with Secret Cravings Publishing and the other with No Boundaries Publishing. The first short story is titled A Gift of Love, which is a contemporary with BDSM inferences. Due to release December 2nd the story of Jennifer and Chris takes place in New York City on Christmas Eve.
The second is titled The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock: A Vampire’s First Christmas and will release the end of November. This short is a contemporary comedy and will have additional “adventures” for Dick to discover.
Without further ado, here’s the blurbs and excerpts from A Gift of Love and The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock: A Vampire’s First Christmas.
Christmas Eve. Jennifer Perkins needs the perfect gift for Sir and time is running out. Tough economic times have put a drain on her bank account, but she’s determined to give her lover something special. Short on cash, she sells a treasure, plus more than she bargained. Love—more precious than diamonds and gold.
Christmas Eve. Chris Bryant needs the perfect present for his live-in submissive, Angel, and he can’t wait until tomorrow. He may have lost his job of choice, but the New Year looks promising. Tonight is the night to make a change. The gift has to be extraordinary, and the only way is to give up his prized possession. Love—more precious than objects.The two lovers are wrapped in a world beyond their control. Selflessness is the ultimate gift of love—one relinquishes a valued treasure, the other sells part of themselves for the special gift.
UNEDITED ADULT EXCERPT:
After a few moments of silence, lying in his embrace, she knew she had a lot to do before leaving for the restaurant. Jennifer ran her fingers along his taut chest and pushed back. “You need to finish getting ready and I have things to do.”
“Mmm, yes we do.” He glanced at his watch. “I have a little time before leaving for work.”
A sparkle came to his cappuccino-colored eyes and she knew what he meant.
Two fingers moved and lifted her chin. He wore an expression that filled her heart. Last night they played for hours before falling asleep, sated in each other’s arms. The sleep didn’t last long, as she awakened several times, and tossed and turned, the anticipation of the morning arriving kept her mind racing.
Without warning, Chris rolled to his knees and knocked back the bedcoverings, revealing her nakedness. He straddled her thighs, then grabbed her by the waist and pulled her flat on her back. He lowered his body, covering her mouth with a fierce kiss. His tongue traced the seam between her lips, and she opened for him, tasting the minty mouthwash and savored the masculine essence of Chris as he devoured her mouth. The heat of him exploded within her and encircled her body. His hands wound into her matted, long hair as he deepened the kiss until she was breathless.
As the next wave of pleasure swept over her, she moaned with delight. After the countless sleepless nights over the last couple of months, he was the only constant in the chaos of financial worries swallowing them. She was loved and returned that love. Chris fulfilled all her sexual cravings and nothing else in the world mattered when he held her in his arms.
He broke the kiss and smiled. “Tonight, at seven, will you meet me at…Rockefeller Center?”
The pounding of her heart had the adrenaline flowing. Christmas Eve at Rockefeller Center, the site of their second date. He planned something special, maybe his plans related to the pawn ticket she found a week ago?
Jennifer blinked and tingles danced across her skin. “Yes, I’ll meet you. I’ll call in sick for my night shift.” She reached to spin the diamond line bracelet on her wrist. Soon, her favorite and most sentimental piece of jewelry will be gone, but for a good reason.
With a slow, determined movement, he slid his hands over her breasts. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over one nipple, then sucked the hard, pink tip into his mouth. She never tired of his gentle touch, but sensed him debating to use a restraint on her. Normally, she yearned for the confines and the enhanced pleasure it delivered, but this morning, she didn’t care. She dug her nails into his back, and clung to him. His hardening shaft thickened against her belly and she shivered with the anticipation of his cock inside. His other hand slid over her other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb and finger. She arched into him.
With a quick release of her nipple, the action made a popping as his mouth left the erect bud. He clasped his fingers around her wrists, pinning her hands with one hand above her head as he cupped her cheek with his other hand. He captured her mouth, hard and passionately, like he’d kissed and savored the taste of her lips for the first time. Their tongues fluttered and surged one against the other. She struggled to free her hands, to touch him, to caress and hold him in her embrace. The heat of arousal increased in her core wanting him to restrain her arms tighter. His mouth moved down the side of her neck, teeth scraping gently on the skin at the pulse point, giving her goose bumps.
BLURB FOR The Misadventures of Dick Grewcock: A Vampire’s First Christmas:
Richard "Dick" Grewcock is a fledgling vampire, turned by choice on Halloween Night. He is an IT geek, thirty years old, and learns vampires are handsome, powerful, and have women falling over them—everything he's not. Problem is, after he turns he doesn't get any of those qualities and wants his money back. All he wants for Christmas is a girlfriend.
Christmas Eve he confronts his maker and his encounter leads to the first adventure.
UNEDITED STORY EXCERT:
Christ Almighty! Attending the party turned out to be a mistake. The invitation came from the reluctant partygoer’s maker and was either meant as a ploy to gain introduction into the vampire group or had another ulterior motive, he wasn’t sure which. A Christmas party on the holiday eve seemed strange. Family maybe would throw one, but strangers? None of this or anything that happened to him over the past several months made sense.
Do vampires even celebrate holidays? Richard “Dick” Grewcock never really rejoiced in them when he was human, and hated the office parties accompanying the day job he held at the law firm. They were awkward, humiliating and he always went home, half-drunk and alone. Nothing had changed. Even as a vampire, he ended up in a corner watching all the others laughing, talking, and pairing up for anonymous one-night stands. He disliked that feeling, when the next time he’d run into the woman at work and she acted like they didn’t know each other. Humiliation. Yeah, he lived for that kind of relationship. Not!
Once again he would spend tomorrow feeling sorry for himself, eating a microwave meal and watching the umpteenth rendition of A Christmas Carol or A Christmas Story. He’d even settle for It’s a Wonderful Life if only to give him hope of a better existence ahead. He’d already been ostracized by his family for daring to move halfway across the country and not joining the family business after graduation from college.
The car sales business didn’t interest him as a career path, the law did. Since not making it into law school, he pursued his second love—computers. Except the secondary vocation seemed to go nowhere and barely paid his living expenses. If he crawled back home and confessed his latest misadventure, God only knew how his family would feel about his becoming a vampire. He didn’t even want to go there. Two years ago, the last time he went home for Christmas, he dealt with the never-ending litany of not bringing a girlfriend along for the family to scrutinize. Their standard one-sided conversation went like this: “When are you going to make us grandparents, Dick? Your sister has three adorable children. You’re thirty years old. Don’t you think it’s about time?” Or, his personal favorite, usually offered for general discussion by one of the tribe’s growing number of teenagers “Are you gay?” Yeah, that one always had him shaking his head. Do I look or act gay? No. I may seem like a geek I don’t have a girlfriend, but that doesn’t make me gay? Check out George Clooney. Christ Almighty!
Dick leaned back in the barrel-backed office chair, a bottle of blood soda dangling by the long neck between his thumb and forefinger. He wondered who had the ridiculous idea of carbonating blood and bottling it. Probably Vlad. No one else had the audacity. He surveyed the party’s invitees, vampires, for the most part. Some newbies like him. Others clearly more experienced, due to their confident demeanor and bearing, stood out among the crowd. All looked young, vital, and in the Christmas Spirit. He wondered what it was about being a vampire they embraced, whereas, he lacked any enthusiasm for the circumstances he now found himself in.
So far, he found the entire experience a complete let down. Six months ago and tired of living a lonely life, he believed the glamorous vampire existence could be his salvation. Wrong! A girlfriend by Christmas became his goal, a wish to find someone to love and return the same affection. Since tonight was Christmas Eve, the prospects of attaining that lofty objective were slim to none. Short of a bona fide miracle, or Santa Claus stepping in and making a girlfriend appear out of the blue, he might as well kiss off the idea.
Maybe by New Years’ Day? I could give myself another week. Another seven days to find someone would help, unless the meeting with his sire changed things. No, an extension wouldn’t change anything. Dick was pissed as he watched the other vamps enjoy themselves in their fancy clothes, with good looks to match.
The eerie music of the traditional Christmas carols added a macabre nuance to atmosphere the festive atmosphere. This was wrong, so wrong. While no one sported their fangs around the few humans present, Dick knew by night’s end the mortal guests would fall prey and get an interesting present to wake up to. Of course, he wouldn’t be so lucky to find someone to bite and eventually be a girlfriend. Three months into being a vamp and nothing in his life had changed. Why did I bother to come early? Hell, why am I even here?Ten o’clock. The time the host agreed to meet. He lifted the bottle to his lips and tossed back the rest of the warm red elixir spiked with a hint of cinnamon. Christ Almighty! Who made the nasty stuff? The fizzy bubbles tickled all the way down his gut. Peppermint laced in the blood soda would have been more tolerable. He glanced at his watch. Five minutes until ten, plenty of time to take the elevator to the top floor for the meeting. A moment later he slammed the empty bottle on the table, grabbed his leather jacket from the chair beside him, and stood to leave the boring, weird-ass party. Just as he reached the door, he stopped abruptly when the revelers struck up a chorus of Jingle Bells. Dick shook his head. And people think I’m a geek? Vamps singing Karaoke Christmas songs? What kind of messed up shit is that?