A Special Christmas by J.P. Bowie
A romantic hideaway on a snow-covered mountain — what better place to meet the man who could heal a broken heart?
Question: What's Brett Masters to do when his best laid plans for a special Christmas alone with his lover in a mountain cabin resort get axed because the lover up and leaves? Brett's first instinct is to just suck it up, go home early and spend the Yuletide with his family — but it might have been a good idea if he'd called the airline and changed his flight to an earlier one.
Thwarted, he decides to use the cabin he's paid for, all the while wondering if this form of self punishment is such a good idea. A romantic hideaway without the romantic partner — what's that about? But fate steps in and takes him for a spin in the arms of Devyn Weston, the resort manager's hunky brother.
What's Brett to do when he and Devyn get stranded by a snowstorm?
Almost Home by Lisabet Sarai
Home is a state of heart.
Suzanne and Gino have history going back to high school, but for years Suzanne has been three thousand miles away, preoccupied with her challenging career.
A mistletoe kiss at a holiday party reminds her of their old bond and proves that some things get better with age. When Gino rescues her from a New England blizzard, though, she discovers that she's not the only love in his life. Gino shares his bed and his colonial-era farm house with taciturn painter Harris Steele.
Snowed in, without electricity or running water, the three explore the many shapes a triangle can assume. Although she's far away from her everyday existence, Suzanne realizes that she's almost home.
Chasing Alex by Em Woods
Trapped by a snowstorm in a remote cabin in northern Michigan, photographer Victor Schwartz hopes to convince his assistant, Alex Merit, that he has serious intentions…
But will Alex see past the playboy to the man who wants it all, or will he toss Victor out in the cold?
Reader advisory: Almost Home by Lisabet Sarai is primarily MF with scenes of MM/a bisexual character.
General Release Date: 17th November 2020
Excerpt from A Special Christmas
“Just hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting-tingling too. Come on, it’s lovely weather for a sleigh-ride together with you…”
As he slowed his BMW almost to a halt on the crowded freeway, Brett Masters groaned and snapped off his car radio. No way was he going to start being bombarded with Christmas songs this early in the year! Especially in his present frame of mind. Grudgingly, he had to admit it wasn’t all that early. He’d actually been preparing for this particular Christmas for some time, ever since he’d got Jamie to agree on a Christmas Eve and Christmas Day for just the two of them—alone in a log cabin hideaway up in Big Bear Mountain…
It had taken a long time, and all of Brett’s considerable salesman technique, together with lots of kisses and caresses to convince Jamie that it would be fabulous, and that their respective parents wouldn’t mind if they showed up the day after Christmas to join in the family celebrations.
That last part had been the most difficult to navigate, and Brett had spent a lot of time on the phone with his mom then Jamie’s mom, explaining that as it was his and Jamie’s fifth Christmas together and he wanted to make it a really special one. His mother had positively whined at the prospect of a Brett-less Christmas, but he’d remained adamant. After all, for the past five years he and Jamie had accommodated their families by celebrating their Christmas together early then flying off Christmas Eve—Brett to Kansas City, Jamie to Jacksonville, Florida—to pass the next three days surrounded by their many siblings and their siblings many, many kids.
“Imagine what it’ll be like, Jamie,” he’d whispered in his lover’s ear after what he remembered now as an extremely hot bout of sex. “Just the two of us waking up on Christmas morning together—no kids jumping up and down on the bed, demanding that you get up right now and help them open those scads of gifts they get every year.”
They had compared notes after every Christmas and had laughed repeatedly at how similar their Christmas mornings were, all those miles apart.
Excerpt from Almost Home
The kiss caught her off guard.
One moment Suzanne was standing in the doorway to Helena's den, scanning the occupants and wondering if she knew anyone at all at this party. The next moment someone twirled her around and fastened a pair of firm lips on hers. Out of instinct or habit, she closed her eyes. The darkness heightened her other senses. Powerful arms circled her body and pulled her against a fuzzy male chest. Her partner's scent rose around her, a complex mix of soap and musk, evergreen and wood smoke. His tongue teased the seam where her lips met and she let him enter, her self-protective reflexes dulled by his warmth and the glass of merlot she'd downed on her arrival. His mouth tasted of eggnog and candy canes, appropriately seasonal. He was delicious, in fact-not just his mouth but the quiet confidence of his probing tongue, the sculpted muscle she felt under his sweater, his bold hands wandering across her back to her buttocks. She hadn't enjoyed a kiss like this in a long time.
She'd felt chilled and tense ever since her plane touched down in frigid Boston but now her muscles began to unknot. He was a miniature sun, melting her, turning her languid and dreamy. She clutched at his solid form and returned his kiss, trading heat for heat. Tropical colours paraded behind her eyelids-fuschia, lime, peach, and aqua-shimmering like the water in her pool back home. She even began to perspire, her long-sleeved velvet dress suddenly too warm for comfort.
He pulled her full hips against his lean ones. A tell-tale lump, wonderfully hard, pressed against her belly. Her panties and tights dampened, too.
Normally she would have resisted but stress and alcohol made her susceptible. She allowed the kiss to lengthen and deepen, sinking into the pure pleasure of it.
A smattering of applause brought her back to awareness.
Excerpt from Chasing Alex
Alex stared at the text message on his Blackberry. Victor couldn’t be serious. They’d just walked in the door from a week-long trip to Colorado. Now, he wanted to go to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.
He dialled Victor’s number. No. Absolutely not. He wasn’t going.
“Hello?”
With one word, Victor cut through Alex’s resistance. “When are we leaving for the U.P.?”
A quiet chuckle filtered through the line. “Tonight.”
Alex sighed. “How long?”
“A couple days. Book a cabin somewhere close to Newberry.”
“What the hell’s up there?” Alex shivered as winter weather advisories flashed along the bottom of the news channel.
“There’s a great set of waterfalls, remember?”
Alex rolled his eyes. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you. I know about Tahquamenon. What else is up there?”
“I need to get scenery pictures for the Michigan Living magazine.”
We’re going up north in a snowstorm for pro-bono work? “Fine.” Alex snapped the phone shut, cutting off whatever Victor started to say. He didn’t want to hear it.
The phone rang again. Alex pressed the power button hard enough to keep the phone off for the next decade before he flung it across his desk. He had things to do. Victor would just get in the way.
Alex flipped open his personal cell, pressed each key with exaggerated care, and dialled their regular travel agency. “I need a cabin in the middle of nowhere.”
Em Woods
Hi all! Let's see, a little about me. I am an Army brat, which lends to my imagination…and I am a wife & mother of two energetic little boys, which gives me my sense of humour. I started writing in high school for the newspaper and have written steadily since then for my own enjoyment. I have lived a little of everywhere thanks to the travel bug I inherited from my dad, but currently am push-pinned in southeast Michigan. A typical day is a little crazy but I always work in writing time and I love chatting with friends. Feel free to visit me at my website.
Lisabet Sarai
I became addicted to words at an early age. I began reading when I was four. I wrote my first story at five years old and my first poem at seven. Since then, I've written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and of course, lots of erotica and erotic romance.
In addition to writing, I also edit erotica and erotic romance. My editing credits include the ground breaking anthology Sacred Exchange, which explores the spiritual aspects of BDSM relationships, the massive collection Cream: The Best of the Erotica Readers and Writers Association, the charity anthology Coming Together: In Vein, a collection of vampire tales that benefits Doctors Without Borders, and six volumes of the Coming Together: Presents series of single author charitable erotica books. You'll also find me writing the newsletter and occasional articles for the Erotica Readers and Writers Association (www.erotica-readers.com) and monthly reviews for Erotica Revealed (www.eroticarevealed.com).
My lifelong interests in sex and the written word became serenditipitously entwined more than a decade ago when I read my first Black Lace book by Portia da Costa. Her work inspired me to take my fantasies out of the closet (and the private email files) and expose them to the world. The rest, as they say, is history (although granted, no more than a minor footnote!)
I've always loved traveling; my husband seduced me in a Burmese restaurant by telling me tales of his foreign adventures. Since then I have visited every continent except Australia, although I still have a long travel wish list. Currently I live with him and our two exceptional felines in Southeast Asia, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely unrelated to my creative writing.
J.P. Bowie
J.P. Bowie was born in Scotland and toured British theatres in numerous musical shows including Stephen Sondheim’s Company.
He emigrated to the States and worked in Las Vegas, Nevada for the magicians Siegfried and Roy as their Head of Wardrobe at the Mirage Hotel. He is currently living with his husband in sunny San Diego, California.
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