Sizzle in the Snow
We had our Facebook book launch party Thursday November 19th. A lot of folks attended and some great prizes were awarded. Our giveaway winners were:
Tera Sindone, who won our Santa-themed giveaway package.
Brooke Patricia, who won an eBook copy of The Promised One, the first book in our paranormal romance series The Turning Stone Chronicles.
Brooke had a great night as she was the recipient of the grand prize worth over $100. Congratulations!
Just before the party we got the pre-order buy link for Sizzle in the Snow. Hop on over and take a peek at the blurbs from all the novellas. This is a great buy with eight Christmas themed stories for the price of one.
We’ve learned that Sizzle in the Snow has reached #158 in anthologies. WHOO HOO!
In case you’ve managed to miss our excerpt from Kissing Santa here it is again for your enjoyment. It’s a fun story, if we do say so ourselves.
Anna Noel studied the trim backside of the Santa standing in front of her. He appeared younger than most of the Santas at the Santa Claus conference she’d chosen to attend this year. A lot more attractive than any Santa she’d ever met. For the briefest of moments she let her mind wander, lingering on Christmas wish number nine—make love to Santa. A heated flush climbed her chest as she envisioned the scene, and she flapped the jacket of her green elf costume to cool down.
Her gaze traveled over his hips, chest, and to the beginnings of a snow-white beard. Then to his shock of silver hair underneath the white-trimmed, red Santa hat.
Yep. Definitely a Santa she wanted to know. Too bad she wouldn’t be the elf to his mall Santa. They could get to know each other and more.
The conference registrar drew her out of her Christmas fantasy with a loud, “Miss? Are you with this Santa?”
“What? No. I don’t have a Santa. I’m here alone.”
Sexy Santa turned and held out his hand. “Me, too. I’m Sam S. Klaus.”
A smile curled her lips as she took his hand. “As in Sam Santa Claus?” His warm palm sent tingles through her fingers as he gently squeezed them.
A lopsided grin slanted his cheek upward, and he flashed a brilliant smile. “You have the same warped sense of humor as my parents.” He gave her a mock bow. “Sam S., for Santa, Klaus, with a K.”
“That’s your real name?” He let go of her hand. She fought to keep from grabbing it back. A real Santa Klaus? How great was that?
“The same, and you are?”
“An—” She stopped, suddenly unwilling to reveal her name. A rollercoaster of emotions raced through her, suggesting she might hit number nine with this Santa. If she did, and it didn’t go well, she wouldn’t want Sam Klaus to know her real identity. “An elf, who needs a Santa,” she said. “How about we team up? I’ll be your personal elfette, and you can be my Santa.”