And oh boy... do we have some goodies for you.
I love the Christmas Season. It's probably the only week or so of the year I don't mind the cold. Especially if its combined with snow, (which has romance written all over it, and makes me all gooey inside) and I don't have to go out. Of course that means all children who are coming home have been picked up from the airport or whatever, and Dh has finished work for the holidays.
Over the years we've made our own traditions, and the one time we tried to deviate (Goose not Turkey) there was almost a riot.
It seems that especially now, when the children are grown up, but still chose to come home, and not go to partner's or away to the Caribbean, these traditions must be adhered to.
I'm always first up, light the fire Dh has set ready, put the kettle on and make tea. Turn on Christmas music loudly. Dh made a CD a few years ago, music to open presents to. Cheesy but hey ho. People then stumble, yawn, bounce, (depending on their attitude and whether they were out the night before) and grab a seat. We all have our presents in a pile each and take turns in opening them. There's a lot of squeezing and shaking and silly guesses, as well as "I hope I have socks/pants/moisturiser/chocolate" comments. (They always do)
Once the presents are open its smoked salmon and champagne time. This is evidently set in stone as well. I always get asked if I've got the champagne and smoked salmon before anyone says, "oh, I'll be home on ...."
Eventually my daughter and I start making the dinner, helped by champagne and men to lift turn and baste the turkey, tidy the lounge and set the table (wrongly usually)
After dinner we just collapse in a heap... Watch rubbish on TV, read, chat, and decide we don't want any tea.
I love it. Every minute.
I also love the fact I'm a Siren author. My first book for them, The Alpha's Challenge came out on 3rd December and is a m/f best seller. How fantastic. I'm over the moon. for those of you who don't know me, I'm a bus pass toting, refusing to grow old gracefully, living in Scotland author, who is amazed, and delighted to be able to do what I love.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and love it. Our children are grown up and live away, but come back to breath fresh air and have their washing done.
I have a very live and let live attitude to the dust bunnies, and therefore we get on perfectly. They stay under the bed and I ignore them. After all if I hoovered them up, they'd only come back...
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When human Ari Mackintosh lets wolf shifter Jacob Wolfe know she fancies him, fur and sparks fly. Especially as Jacob isn't a mere shifter. He's the Alpha of his pack and a Dom to boot.
Jacob cannot believe his luck when he discovers that the woman he’s been lusting after from afar not only knows about shifters, but is turned on by seeing him shift. It becomes clear that Ari knows far more than she ought to when she recognized him in his wolf form.
It challenges Jacob, as it’s his duty to keep the pack safe. There are rules to follow—rules that he breaks one by one, as he cannot resist Ari’s natural submissiveness.
When push comes to shove and Jacob reveals his secrets, he is fully aware that they might send Ari away screaming.He has to take the chance and trust that she will stay.
and the fantastic cover...
Catch the other authors here...
this is the link to the holiday prize entry form...
And don't forget to look for my word. It's typed differently...
Plus, I'm giving away two Christmas eBooks. You have a choice of Deck Mac Hall, A Dom for Christmas, or The Perfect Gift to chose from.
Just tell me your favorite seasons tradition and why... Don't forget to leave your email addy for a chance to win an eBook.
Love R X