Let's go to the HOP with the Evernight Authors

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Welcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!

We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?

Here's how it works... the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each site on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering an iPad 2 as the grand prize! To be in with a chance of winning the site prize simply follow the blog you're visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning that iPad 2! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook pagehttp://www.facebook.com/#!/evernightpublishing. Just make sure you let us know in the comments that you've done so.
  
Happy hopping!

I'm lucky enough to be one of the authors in Vanilla Free Christmas. My story is called Secrets Santa?

Here's a wee tease...

"Ah, love, sweet one." He pressed soft featherlike kisses to her neck. That simple action released her passion once more. Her clit clenched and her pussy convulsed. Marian shook with the intense emotions that gripped her.

"I need you. Please, Sir, please come inside me." His laughter rippled over her skin and through her body. "Topping from the bottom, sweet one? Are you a glutton for

punishment after all?" He nipped the soft flesh of her neck, just above her collar, and sucked.

"I, er," she said, her voice shaky. "I think I must be. As long as you're the one dishing out the punishment, that is." The sting of his nip was sweet torture. Marian relished it. Every nip, every shard of pain reassured her he was there. They were together. Never mind all the loneliness of those long desolate years. Patrick, her love, her life, and yes, her Santa, was home.

"Oh it will be my pleasure. But first I guess I need to explain some things." He lifted her off his lap and stood up. Marian's mouth wet dry as he stretched and all his muscles came into play. Dressed in black jeans and a simple black t-shirt, his long dark hair caught back with a strip of leather, he looked lean, mean and every inch the Dom of her past and her dreams. And it now seemed once again her present.

"Yes please, Sir." She said. Her voice squeaked and he laughed.

"Yes please, Sir," he said. "The nicest three words I can hear pass your lips. I wonder if you will always be so agreeable?" He pinched her chin and took her mouth with his.As his tongue demanded entrance Marian responded with alacrity, opening and letting him in. Her hands went to his fly, and he moved them away as he broke the kiss.

"Ah, love, not now. As much as I want to fuck you five ways to Friday, or whatever, first we must talk. And I think sitting at the table with a drink, eh? Because if I can touch you, I will fuck you. No, your ass is still red and my hand imprinted on it. I'm not touching you until you can walk without wincing." He put both her hands behind her back. "Stop it now, or I'll tie you."

Marian laughed. Her heart was light, her ass smarting, her nipples so hard they could chip ice, and her pussy so wet she should be worried about dribbles, and all she could think of was the pictures he had planted in her mind. But he was correct; there was a lot to discuss. She sobered and led the way into the kitchen. As she took a bottle of white wine from the fridge, he reached past her and lifted a bottle of champagne.

That wasn't there earlier.

"No, and it is now. I wasn't here in body earlier, and I am now. Go figure."

room.

"Look," Marian said and turned round to face ... an empty "Argh, what now?"

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To add to all the goodies I'm giving away an ecopy of Vanilla Free Christmas to one lucky person who follows me and comments on here...

Good Luck

Love R xx

www.ravenmcallan.com