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Celtic Dragon Tarot set.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012
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In my upcoming book It's a Sweet Life (a prequel to my Coffeeshop Coven series) I feature a Tarot deck that's near and dear to my heart. Mandaline uses the Celtic Dragon Tarot deck to read for Libbie.

The Celtic Dragon deck is the one I cut my teeth on when I first started reading Tarot. And here's a little behind-the-scenes tidbit: when writing that scene, I shuffled my cards and pulled them in the order Mandaline reported them to Libbie. When you read the book (coming January, 2013) you'll see why that's freaky in a good way.

If you like dragons, or if you're simply a collector of decks, don't pass up this one. Even if you don't read Tarot, you can still appreciate the beauty of these cards. I'll frequently use Tarot decks to help sort out my thoughts when working on a story. If nothing else, they are sometimes great story prompts.

Click here to buy The Celtic Dragon Tarot on Amazon.com.

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Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays!

Tuesday, December 25, 2012
May your holiday season be full of love, light, and brightest blessings, no matter how you celebrate it. Blessed Be! )O(


Adult Excerpt: "Porpoiseful Intent" (Placida Pod 2) by Tymber Dalton

Monday, December 24, 2012

The second book in my Placida Pod series, "Porpoiseful Intent," is available from Siren:

http://www.bookstrand.com/porpoiseful-intent

And if you missed the first book, "Accidentally on Porpoise," you can order it from Siren here:

http://www.bookstrand.com/accidentally-on-porpoise

Blurb:

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, shape-shifters, HEA]

Sean Morita and Emery Nadel are enjoying settling in together as mates, but there is deadly trouble brewing on the horizon as plans for the Samhain superpod get underway. Sean’s parents have no idea that Emery and his family are dolphin shifters, and everyone wants to keep it that way.

But what do you get when you mix a hurricane, a houseful of dolphin shifters, a pair of oblivious human parents, a vengeful ex-lover, and an alligator shifter with a warped sense of humor?

Sean and Emery are about to find out. Erik isn’t finished with Emery yet, and innocent shifters will pay the price when vengeance returns with Porpoiseful Intent.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Story Excerpt:

By lunchtime, the weather had deteriorated outside. The outer rain bands were already hitting them in Sarasota. Violent gusts of wind battered palm trees in the Nadels’ backyard. When Jim Cantore began his live broadcast from the public beach at the south end of Manasota Key, Sean silently wondered if his parents would have a house to return to.

Or if he and Emery would, for that matter.

Emery and Sean were sitting in the kitchen at the breakfast table later that afternoon when Sean tried to take his mind off the storm by ribbing Emery. “I guess you were right.”

“Huh? About what?”

“Denby. I don’t have any reason to be jealous of him.”

A confused smile quirked Emery’s lips. “Of course you don’t, babe. But you’re bringing that up…why?”

“Well, I just think it’s funny, that’s all.”

“What’s funny? I’m not tracking.”

“That maybe Denby will end up being part of the family anyway.”

Emery blinked. “Say again?”

“Oh, the way he’s been cozying up to Laura. Looks like maybe she has the hots for—”

He couldn’t finish, because almost faster than he could follow the movement, Emery shot out of his chair and bolted into the living room. Before Sean could even get through the doorway, Emery had grabbed Denby by the front of his shirt and was bodily dragging him into the den.

Sean managed to scoot through the door and into the den before Emery slammed it shut, locked it behind him, and rounded on Denby.

“Dude, you stay the fuck away from my sister!”

Denby looked shocked. “What?”

Outside, Laura beat on the door. “Emery! You let me in right this minute!”

Emery ignored his sister outside the door. He advanced on Denby, who cowered away from him toward the other side of the den. He jabbed a finger in Denby’s face. “You stay. The fuck. Away. From Laura. Understand me?”

“What the hell is your problem, man?” Denby said, his hands in front of him warding Emery back.

Emery shoved him, hard. Sean tried to pull Emery back, but the larger man simply shrugged him off. He lowered his voice. “You know what the hell my problem is. You’re not going to turn my sister into a fucking beard for you and ruin her life.”

“Fuck off, asshole.”

Laura was now joined by Emery’s mom and dad on the other side of the door, beating on it and yelling for Emery to unlock and open it.

Emery got in Denby’s face. “No, I’m not going to fuck off. You want to sucker some poor woman into a sham, fine, but it’s not going to be my little sister!”

“Oh, now I see what your problem is,” Denby said with a sneer. “You’re jealous.”

Emery shoved him again and sent him tumbling backward over the sleeper sofa.

That finally spurred Sean to action. He raced over to the door and unlocked it, throwing it open. Laura, Joseph, and Brad spilled in, followed by Louise and Reese. Laura immediately tried to put herself between the two men, but Louise and Sean pulled her back while Brad and Joseph tried to get between the men and pull them apart.

“Emery,” Laura shouted. “Leave him alone!”

“Stay out of this, Laura. It doesn’t concern you.”

“You’re damn right it does! You have no right to dictate who I can and can’t date. I’m not a little kid.”

“Yes, I do,” he roared. “I not only have the right, but the obligation, when I know for a fact this guy is gay!”

Sean started to scan the room in the hopes that his parents hadn’t made it to the doorway, but no such luck. There they stood, their heads poked into the doorway, eyes wide as they watched the fracas.

“What?” Laura said as her struggles against Louise and Sean ceased. “How can you possibly know that? Some sort of gaydar? Quit trying to run my life!”

“No, I know because I’ve fucked him before, and he’s fucked me. So did Erik and two other guys. You’ve missed the last six full moon swims, but ask anyone who was at some of the others and they’ll tell you. Why do you think he’s going after you? He knows you don’t know about that and no one has the choads to tell you this dolphin’s queer but your queer brother.”

The room fell silent. Everyone froze at the sound of Helen Morita clearing her throat in the doorway. “Would anyone like me to make some soup?”

“For Christ’s sake, Helen, they’re not sick,” Sam scolded. “They don’t need soup. They need a referee. And what the hell is a ‘full moon swim’? And what do you mean by ‘this dolphin’?”

Sean wasn’t sure exactly how many, but at least four other people besides him and Emery and Louise Nadel audibly said, “Fuck.”

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Adult Excerpt:

“How are hunts different from the full moon swims again?” What Sean still didn’t know about dolphin shifters and their protocols and history would fill a few dozen sets of encyclopedias. All he needed to know was that he loved Emery. It didn’t hurt that both sets of parents had come to accept the men were a committed, devoted long-term couple.

Although Sean’s parents, of course, didn’t know about the special abilities of Emery and his family.

“Full moon swims are strictly for fun and play,” Emery explained. “Especially if any of the human mates come along, or if there are inexperienced younglings with the group. Or to welcome new members into the pod. We stick to the shallows and stay out of open water. The hunts are just that, and can happen at any time, although less frequently than the full moon swims. We go out in open water, find schools of fish, and we hunt. People try to come in for those.”

“Why?”

Emery shrugged, a motion that set Sean’s heart racing and his cock throbbing. “It’s more fun to hunt with a pod, for one thing. Safety in numbers. It’s a bonding experience. Teamwork. And the single younglings are sometimes hoping to impress each other if they’re old enough to start looking for a mate.”

A sudden spike of jealousy swirled through Sean’s gut. “What kind of bonding?” He didn’t like feeling jealous. Like pouting, he considered it beneath him. And he certainly trusted Emery. Emery had never given him a reason not to trust him. Sean didn’t understand how that ugly green monster had snuck in.

Emery leaned in and nipped Sean’s neck. “Not sexual. Not for me, at least. Not anymore. Sometimes the younglings might fool around a little during breaks in the hunt.” He arched an eyebrow at Sean. “Those of us with mates, however, don’t screw around. Well, unless it’s our mate we’re screwing around with.” He hooked an arm around Sean’s waist and nibbled on the side of his neck again. “Don’t worry. I only have eyes for you, mister.”

The jealousy he’d felt fled as quickly as it had arrived. Sean wanted to shut down the engine and jump Emery’s bones right there in the middle of Lemon Bay. Unfortunately, with shore less than fifty yards away, they might have witnesses. His cock tented his swim trunks even more. “Good. You can show me when we anchor up.”

Less than an hour later they were out in the open waters of the Gulf of Mexico. Sean was glad to see his favorite near-shore fishing spot, an artificial reef, lay unoccupied. They threw the anchor. Emery shucked his trunks and dove into the water, smoothly gliding below the surface.

Dolphin Emery reappeared a moment later. “Come on in,” he silently said to Sean with their mental connection. “The water’s fine.” He took off around the boat again, launching himself completely out of the water before disappearing beneath the surface.

Sean laughed as he watched Emery playing in the water for a few minutes. Emery would rocket straight out of the water before diving under again. Sean dropped his swim trunks to the deck and did a cannonball into the water. When he broke the surface, Emery had shifted back to human form.

“Lube?” Emery asked with an amused smile.

“Argh.” Sean swam back to the boat to lube himself up.

Emery treaded water near the engine. “I know you’re eager to get laid, babe, but damn.”

Sean stuck his tongue out at him as he worked lube into his ass. Emery wore a delicious, playful smile. “Are you complaining that I’m eager to have you fuck me?”

Emery shook his head. “That’s not what I said. I think it’s cute.”

Sean finished and jumped into the water again. While they frequently screwed around in their pool—and even more frequently in their bed—they didn’t often have a chance to do it in open water. Sean loved the feeling of the warm Gulf waters swirling around them and being naked under the sun. Not to mention it meant Emery had a chance to freely swim and move his shifted dolphin body in ways the limited size of their pool couldn’t allow.

Emery embraced him as Sean wrapped his arms and legs around him. Sean wasn’t the only one hard. The head of Emery’s stiff cock bumped between his ass cheeks.

“You gonna poke me or play around all afternoon?” Sean joked.

Emery slid his cock home, hard and deep, bottoming out, making Sean moan and his cock jump. He’d never measured Emery’s cock but it had to be at least twelve inches, and thick. It never failed to roll Sean’s eyes back in his head.

“How’s that?” Emery asked.

Sean laid his head against Emery’s shoulder. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Just like that.”

Sean closed his eyes and moaned again, loudly, as Emery grabbed Sean’s hips and started fucking him. Like this, Emery’s cock pressed right against Sean’s gland, every movement threatening to send Sean over the edge.

On his back, Emery slowly swam lazy circles around the anchored boat, fucking Sean and cradling him against his body. Sean frantically tried to get enough traction against his own cock rubbing between their bodies. “Dammit, that feels sooo good,” he moaned.

“It’s supposed to feel good, babe,” Emery replied. “Otherwise, we’re not doing it right.”

“You’re doing it more than just right.” After several minutes of their sexy aquatic fucking, Sean grew frantic. “Jeez, I want to come!”

“Bounce up and down on me. Work that sweet ass of yours on my cock.”

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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Adult Excerpt: "Out of Bight, Out of Mind" (DSMC 4) by Tymber Dalton

Sunday, December 23, 2012

The fourth book in my Deep Space Mission Corps series, "Out of Bight, Out of Mind," is now available from Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/out-of-bight-out-of-mind

Blurb:

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/M/M/F, HEA]

Emi Hypatia loves her job exploring the galaxy with her three husbands, Aaron Lucio, Caph Bates, and Ford Caliban. When a nonhuman crewman is temporarily assigned to the Tamora Bight for a mission, Emi hates and mistrusts him at first sight due to what her empath training tells her.

Aaron, Caph, and Ford know Emi can't help what she feels about their temporary crewmate, Kayehalau. But they don't know if it's just the jump engines wigging her out, residual nerves from her fight on Kal'moran, or something else. They feel badly Kayehalau's presence on board makes her nervous, but orders are orders.

Emi knows Kayehalau is up to no good. She just has to prove it. It's soon apparent he wants to use her for a nefarious purpose. She turns the tables, but only after she's out of harm's way does her larger problem become apparent. Can Aaron, Caph, and Ford rescue her when she's left Out of Bight, Out of Mind?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

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Story Excerpt:

“Can I say something serious, and then I promise not to mention it again?”

“Okay.” She sipped her drink and prayed her eyes didn’t start watering. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. Although she suspected she was far drunker than she’d let on. She wasn’t sure she could even walk at that point.

He lowered his voice. “If you think something’s wrong, I believe you. Yeah, on paper he looks great. I met him and he seems like a nice enough guy. But you’re my wife and I will always have your back.”

That finished her. She felt him take the chilled glass from her hand as tears filled her eyes. He shifted her over so he could lie on her lounger with her, holding her against his chest as she quietly wept. “I don’t know why I feel like this,” she whispered. “I don’t want to feel like this.”

He pressed his lips to the top of her head. “Because you’re drunk.”

“No. Not that.” She sniffled again. “I know I’m being irrational about this guy. And I hate that I can’t be objective. I should be better than this.”

“Hey, you’re a trained empath. No telling what it is you sensed. I trust you. I know you, and you’re an intelligent woman. If you think something’s wrong, it’s wrong. Look how it saved your life against Eckhart.”

She snuggled up against his chest. “Yeah.”

“I wish I could fix this for you, but Cap’s right. It’s a direct order from higher up, and unless the guy does something to allow us cause, we can’t boot him or refuse the temp assignment.” He gently tipped her chin up so she had to look him in the eye. “We’re not choosing him over you. I just want to make sure you understand that. The three of us feel like crap that we can’t refuse the order and make him go away.”

“I know. I hate I’m feeling like this. It’s so childish.”

“No, don’t hate it. It’s part of what makes you so beautiful, inside and out, babe.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Look how you healed Aaron. All of us. It was that special part of you, the empath part of you, that made you perfect for us.” He nuzzled her nose with his. “And if it means there are times you have conflicts with others because of it, I’m okay with that. I’ll always trust your instincts over anything else.”

She took a deep breath, held it, and let it out again. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He kissed her forehead. “I love you. You don’t need to thank me.”

“Okay.” She listened to his heartbeat rumbling in her ear through his shirt. “Caph?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Can I have my drink back now?”

“I’m not sure. You feeling okay?”

She started to say yes when she broke down crying again. He cradled her against his large, comforting body. Maybe I am drunk.

No, she knew it was a mix of the inevitable, along with hating herself for feeling like this.

Okay, maybe a little of the M-squareds.

After a few minutes, she sniffled and wiped at her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” She sniffled again as she looked at his attire while he untangled himself from her and stood. Still in his casual crew uniform, he didn’t exactly fit in with the other resort patrons surrounding the pool. “Did you bring a bathing suit?”

“Yep. I brought yours, too, but looks like you beat me to it.”

“Aww. You packed for me?”

“No, Ford did.” He leaned in and kissed her. “I’ll go change and be back in a little while. Don’t go anywhere.” He started to turn to leave, but he reached over, picked up her drink, and handed it to her. “And don’t get too shitfaced, sweetie.”

“I’ll be waiting right here.” While he was gone, she hurriedly finished that one and ordered herself another drink. She might regret it the next day, but it was rare she could totally slough off her duties and just be a normal human.

And she needed that now more than ever. Especially since she knew what was coming after her three-day mini-vacation ended.

By the time Caph returned, she’d lowered the level of her fresh drink to match the one he’d last seen her with. He sat on the lounger next to hers.

Resplendent in swim trunks and nothing else, his abs rippled, a blond dusting of curls scattered across his chest while a treasure trail headed south from his navel, disappearing under his waistband and leading to what she knew to be a large, delicious cock.

He smirked. “You sure you’re okay, babe?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Why don’t I believe you? You look a little out of it.”

She settled back onto her lounger and lowered her sunglasses over her eyes. She felt around for the sunlamp button on the lounger’s arm. Above her, a directed beam of UV light soaked her skin at nearly Earth levels. “Just enjoying myself.”

He signaled a waiter. “Bring me one of those,” he said, pointing to Emi’s glass. The man nodded and hurried off. Caph settled back in his lounger and activated his sunlamp button. “Well, don’t enjoy yourself too much. I have plans for you later.”

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Adult Excerpt:

Caph gently cradled her head in his hands and slid his cock between her lips, fucking her mouth but taking it easy on her. “If I don’t come before you’re done, one of you is getting fucked with this.”

“Ooh, pick me!” Ford quipped.

She looked up to watch Caph lean over and kiss Ford. The sight took her breath away. She lost herself in the bubble of emotions boiling over from both men, spilling onto her like a sweet, beautiful wave. And the way Caph’s erection grew harder and hotter against her tongue made her think Ford wasn’t going to get his wish.

Until she felt him coming.

Her eyes popped open as Caph made her relinquish his member. “Stay right there, both of you,” he ordered.

The commanding hint in his voice thrilled her. Then Ford was kissing her, even as his cock grew limp inside her. She didn’t have time to wonder where Caph had disappeared to, because Ford kept her more than busy with his tongue.

A moment later, the end of the bed dipped and Ford let out a loud moan. His head limply fell to her shoulder as he rocked his hips against her. “Oohhh, fuck yeah,” he mumbled.

If she cocked her head, she could see Caph kneeling behind him, working lube into Ford’s ass. And already his cock was growing hard again. When Ford quit moving, holding still, she knew Caph was sliding his delicious cock deep up his tight channel.

And the groan the larger man let out confirmed it.

“He hard again, baby?” Caph asked her.

“Uh-huh!”

He lightly slapped Ford’s ass. “What are you waiting for? Get moving.”

Ford’s teeth grazed her shoulder as he lightly bit down, but his hips started rocking, slowly at first, then gaining speed until he was fucking himself back and forth between her pussy and Caph’s cock.

Emi drew her knees up, giving Ford better access and enjoying the way her swollen, sensitive clit rubbed against his body at the bottom of every stroke. Not enough to get her over, but enough to revive her interest in maybe trying for one more.

“That’s it,” Caph encouraged, his voice sounding strained. She could tell he was holding back, struggling against a dam about to explode. “Hurry up, buddy.”

Ford pushed up on his arms for traction, and the whole bed shook as he seesawed between them.

She grabbed his head and kissed him and that was all it took to shove him over the edge. She swallowed his moans and felt her heart leap with the feel of his orgasm spiraling through him, soon followed by Caph.

As the three of them collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty tangle, Ford lifted his head so he could look at her. “Hiya.”

She giggled. “Hiya.”

They were all startled by the sound of clapping. They looked over to see Aaron leaning against the wall next to the door, a grin on his face and a huge bulge tenting his trousers. Another suitcase sat on the floor next to him.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” Caph said.

He laughed and pushed off the wall to walk over to the bed. “No, because you three were busy coming.”

Emi faked a pout. “I didn’t come.”

“What?” Caph and Ford said in unison.

“You most certainly have come today,” Caph said as he sat up, hands on his hips.

“Yeah,” Ford said. “I got at least two out of you.”

She still feigned poutiness. “Not that last time. You both came without me.”

Aaron smacked Ford on the ass. “Move it. Both of you go clean up.” He kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt, and started working on his trousers. “I’ll take care of her. And I’ve got something she can take care of, too.”

Emi licked her lips in anticipation. When Aaron crawled into bed on top of her, he kissed her, his stiff cock rubbing between her legs. “So they didn’t take care of you, huh?”

She shook her head. “Not that last time. Well, okay, they did make me come, but that last time they came without me.”

“Want me to issue them demerits?”

She loved the wicked, playful gleam in his eyes. “Yeah. And while you’re at it, issue one to the floor, too.”

“Huh?”

“It attacked me. Rudely.”

“She’s drunk,” Caph called from the bathroom.

“Am not!” she shot back. “You said I was supernovically soused.”

He stuck his head out of the bathroom. “No, I said you were supernova-shitfaced.”

“Oh. Well, whatever.”

Waves of amusement washed off Aaron. She loved feeling that from him almost as much as she did his love and affection. “So our little doctor is drunk, huh?”

“Not as much as I was earlier,” she said. “I think I slept a little of it off.”

“So that explains the bar fight kit.”

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Did you want to sit here and talk, or fuck?”

She let out a yelp as he flipped her over and pulled her up onto her hands and knees. Without further ado, he rubbed his cock between her soaked pussy lips before sinking home inside her. “What do you think?” he rumbled in her ear.

He pushed her shoulders down onto the bed, pinning her there with a hand between them. With his other, he reached around her and found her clit.

“Hey, you’re copying me,” Caph said from somewhere behind them.

“What?”

“I nailed her like that earlier.”

“Shut up and fuck me!” she moaned as she clawed at the bed.

“She’s mouthy,” Aaron said. “Someone do something about that.”

She heard a noise and looked over in time to see Caph and Ford fighting each other to climb onto the bed. Caph won, and she found herself rewarded with his only slightly stiff cock in her mouth to suck on.

Ford took the alternate track and shoved himself underneath her, finding her clit with his mouth.

Aaron withdrew his hand and grabbed her hips. “Let’s see if we can get at least one more out of you, sweetheart.”


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The correct reading order is:

1) Love at First Bight
2) Bightmares
3) Spider Bight
4) Out of Bight, Out of Mind

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Adult Excerpt 2: "Doggy Tales" (Doggy Tales 1) by Tymber Dalton


My shape-shifter collection, "Doggy Tales," is now available from Siren-BookStrand. This excerpt is from the story "A Nearly Cat-astrophic Christmas."

http://www.bookstrand.com/doggy-tales

Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, werewolves, shape-shifters, HEA]

Feisty, opinionated women. Hunky, hardheaded, shape-shifting men. In Doggy Tales when the sexual heat cranks up, the fur flies. In these five shape-shifter stories, members of the Tampa Bruin wolf pack (including a panther cousin) find love and claim their mates.

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Dog Walk [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Ivan wanted a morning run. Was that too much to ask? When he crosses paths with Lindsey, he knows she holds the leash to his heart.

Doggy Style [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Genna wanted a new start. Jeremy needed revenge. Neither expected to find love. Can Jeremy save Genna when his plan goes terribly awry?

In the Doghouse [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Jeremy knows he screwed up. All he has to do is convince Genna he's sorry.

Puppy Dog Eyes [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Tessa lusts after coworker Scudder. She doesn't know he feels the same, and it's more than puppy love.

A Nearly Cat-astrophic Christmas [M/F, contemporary, paranormal, werewolves] Ivan's cousin, panther shifter Frank, falls for Tessa's cousin, Kaylie.

Note: This is a five-part book in one volume. Three of the tales were previously published elsewhere and have been expanded and extensively revised. Two of the tales are new original work.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

(If you purchased the individual stories "Dog Walk" and "Doggy Style," you'll still want to get this volume. Those two stories were completely revamped, including plot changes, and there are two brand new stories as well.

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Story Excerpt:

He was taking a huge chance. The only reason he did was because he knew, one thousand percent, that she was meant to be his mate.

“Scudder is a shape-shifter like me. Well, sort of like me. He’s a canine. I’m a feline.”

Startled, Kaylie’s face went blank for a moment before she started laughing. “That’s a good one. Riiight. Shape-shifter. Sure. I think that orgasm fried your brain.”

He realized his cock was still sheathed by the used condom. He yanked it off and threw it on the floor to deal with later. Then he closed his eyes and shifted.

* * * *

Kaylie’s laugh died in her throat, followed by something she thought might have sounded like a strangled scream, except she couldn’t seem to force any air into her lungs. A huge panther with blue eyes and blond fur the same color of Frank’s now sat on the end of the bed where Frank had just been.

Frozen in place by fear and disbelief, she realized she couldn’t move as the large cat silently stalked up the bed again until it lay between her legs, its chin now resting on her belly.

And as it started vibrating, she realized it was purring.

How had her evening gone from mind-blowing sex to something out of a horror movie? “Nice…kitty?” she whispered, too terrified to move.

She swore the beast smiled at her.

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Adult Excerpt:

Kaylie excused herself to the bathroom. She couldn’t believe the lack of self-control she had over this man. She was already a wet mess.

I should have brought spare panties.

Fuck it, hopefully her panties would be off by the end of the evening. She’d even brought a few condoms with her in case things worked out the way she hoped. If it made her a slut, she didn’t care. Just the fact that he turned her crank the way he did was good enough for her. She’d been over a year without a man in her bed and was sick of being alone.

She returned to their table and caught his amused smile.

“What?” she asked as she took her seat.

He leaned in and nipped her earlobe. “You are a wet, wet girl, aren’t you?”

Her body heated at the purring tone of his voice. How the hell could he purr when he hadn’t said any r’s was beyond her, but he did.

She managed a squeaky, “Uh-huh!”

“Would you like to go back to my place?”

She started to stand when he chuckled and placed a staying hand on her shoulder. “I meant after dinner.”

“Why wait?”

He looked at her before bursting out into gales of laughter. “I guess you’re right.”

They were practically ripping each other’s clothes off before he even kicked his front door shut behind them.

“I don’t normally do this,” he rumbled against the base of her throat where his tongue was doing delicious things to her libido even without any contact with the more sensitive regions of her erogenous zones. “I don’t normally take a woman home on the first date.”

“Neither do I,” she gasped, “but I don’t care!”

He scooped her up into his arms and carried her into his bed. He was totally naked by the time he pounced on her and pushed her legs apart. She heard the rip of fabric, and then he tossed the remnants of her panties over his shoulder onto the floor.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he said before his head disappeared beneath her skirt.

She fell back to the pillows, moaning, his tongue rasping along her clit and dissolving conscious thought. Shirt and bra off and somewhere on the living room floor, she realized he was making a purring sound as he licked and sucked at her pussy.

“You…taste…sooo…good,” he murmured between strokes.

She moaned in reply, unable to speak as the first of several orgasms wiped out her fine motor skills for a few minutes.

When he finally came up for air, he pulled her skirt down and flipped her over, pulling her up to her knees and yanking her skirt the rest of the way off.

She heard the sound of a condom, then the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever felt started slowly pressing for entrance.

Fists buried in the pillows, she fucked herself back onto his enormous rod. “Oohhh god, yes!” she screamed as yet another orgasm washed over her.

Never…this…good…ever!

He held still inside her until she recovered, then he started moving again, slowly at first, then picking up speed and force until his thighs slapped against the back of hers and she felt like her body would never stop rippling in waves of pleasant passion.

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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Yay, the world didn't end, so another random contest!

Saturday, December 22, 2012
(Did you enter the last contest? You can check to see if you won on that post.)

Whelps, the world obviously didn't end yesterday. (I scheduled this one in advance on Monday, so hopefully I'm still here! LOL) So, you know what that means, right?

Yep, ANOTHER random contest! (I'm just disgustingly full of holiday cheer this year. Someone should probably get me checked out by a qualified doc...)

You're playing for a chance to win $10 in Strandbucks. How do you play?

What's your favorite holiday song? Funny or serious. I happen to love the "12 Pains of Christmas." (...stringing up the lights...one goes out, they ALL go out...)

I love songs that make me laugh. Sure, the classics are fine to sing with, but what's the holiday season without Alvin and the Chipmunks? Or Snoopy going up against the Red Baron? I know not everyone's tastes are as strange eclectic as mine, however.

Make sure to add your holiday favorite(s) to the list. I'll pick a commenter via random.org to win. Good luck!


Today's Holiday Guest: Michelle Graham

Friday, December 21, 2012
Well, obviously the world hasn't ended. LOL Therefore, today's holiday guest is fellow Sirenista Michelle Graham, with a touching essay about her sweet furbaby cat, Maggie. Please show her some love, because she has a book coming out soon (more about that at the end).

Christmas Without Maggie

Christmas is a wonderful time of year, one of my favourites, in fact. I love the music, the decorations, the expressions on my kids’ faces Christmas morning, and the get-togethers with family. I am looking forward to Christmas again this year, but I know there will be something missing this year.

In the spring, we had to put down our cat, Maggie. She had been with us for 17 years and was a gift to me from my boyfriend (now my hubby) for my birthday, which falls right before Christmas. Maggie was a kitten, but had been a stray, and she was around 8 months old when we got her. She was a gorgeous tortoiseshell kitty, who was very affectionate from the start. She was pretty bold, too and that first Christmas with her in our apartment was an interesting one.

We put the tree up the day we took her to get spayed, figuring that when she came back, she’d be too sore and out of it to pay it any mind. Wrong! She saw that tree and climbed right in. Every day when I got home, I’d find ornaments scattered around. In truth, I never did find all the ornaments, even when we packed up the apartment to move. She must have had a terrific hiding spot. One day I came home to find her curled up asleep in the branches of the tree. She was so adorable!

We had invited some friends for New Year’s Eve and I decided to cook my first turkey. When we set it on the table, Maggie jumped up and tried to get hold of it for herself. My one friend still laughs when we talk about how she had to sit back from the table and hold her plate in the air, while Maggie stared longingly at the turkey. The evening finished shortly after midnight when the cat finally toppled the Christmas tree.

Over the many Christmases since then, Maggie has provided some wonderful entertainment for us. Even as she neared the end of her life, she still had the playfulness of a kitten. She regularly knocked ornaments down and batted them around the floor, chewed on the bows of the presents, and kept trying to snag the turkey. She stopped climbing the tree after the first couple years, but we would often find her sleeping underneath it, nestled in between the gifts.

This will be our first Christmas without her. As I watch our new kitty attacking strings and chasing bits of plastic around, I know we will have many new Christmas moments with him. Still, I can’t help missing Maggie. She really was a part of the family. But even though she’s gone, the memories of our time spent together never will be.


Book Blurb for Landing the Big Ones (Hedon Falls 1)

(Coming from Siren-BookStrand January 16, 2013)

When single mom Serena Keegan finally gives in to her son's pleas for a pet, they decide that fish are the perfect option for their apartment lifestyle. They quickly discover that they have a lot to learn about their aquatic friends. Thankfully, Dalton's Aquariums and More! is there to help.

The owners, identical twins Lance and Liam Dalton, both find themselves attracted to her. They are eager to provide her with the assistance she needs, for the pets and for more...personal matters. Serena’s past experience with men has been less than stellar and she worries she and her son will end up hurt.

Despite these fears, she finds herself falling for the sexy store owners, whose talents extend well beyond business. But Liam has a past he hasn't told her about and when Serena finds out, it threatens their growing love.

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You can find out more about Michelle and her upcoming book at:



http://michellegrahameroticromance.blogspot.ca
https://twitter.com/MichelleGAuthor
http://www.facebook.com/michelle.graham.562114

Another random contest (possibly apocalyptic version).

Thursday, December 20, 2012
EDIT (12/22): The winner of this contest (picked via random.org) is Ashley! Like her, I wish our troops could be home with their families. Please email me at tymberdalton AT gmail.com and let me know what email address to send your Strandbucks code to. :)

(Note: I announced the winner of the last contest in that post.)

*singing* It's the eeeennndddd of the wooorrrllddd as we know it...

Naw, I don't believe the apocalypse hype. Frankly, my worry is about the asshats who want to make sure their world will end tomorrow and take as many others out with them as possible in the process. THAT'S what I'm worried about.

I know there will likely be a LOT of 12/21/2012 books in the discount bins in bookstores on 12/22. LOL

So what's today's random contest, and what are you playing for today, kiddies?

Well, you're once again playing for $10 in Strandbucks, good at Siren-BookStrand.

Today's fun and frivolity is a hypothetical question. In "Christmas Vacation," Clark Griswold wanted his boss delivered to his living room, tied up with a bow, when he realized he got stiffed on his annual Christmas bonus and was given a membership to the Jelly of the Month Club. (It's the gift that keeps on giving, Clark.)

So what item do you wish could be delivered to you, tied up with a bow?

Personally, I'd like a Bugatti Veyron. (Where's Cousin Eddie when I need him to play fetch???)

I'll pick a random commenter via random.org to win. Good luck, and have fun with this!

(And, oh yeah, stop by tomorrow to visit with my next holiday guest, fellow Sirenista Michelle Graham. That is, as long as the Mayans weren't right!)

Today's Holiday Guest: Susan Hayes

Monday, December 17, 2012
Today's holiday guest author is fellow Sirenista, Susan Hayes. Sit back, put down the beverage for the sake of your computer's health, and prepare to find out that maybe your worst holiday wasn't quite as bad as you thought. LOL And please show her some love for her book, Whispers in the Dark.

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Hello all,

In this time of family and festivities I thought I’d share some war stories from holidays past.

My family has a tradition that we seemed doomed to continue. During the holidays, we have now experienced so many turkey-related crises that I had to coin a new word: Turkastrophe.

I was still a child when we had our first incident. A twenty pound bird was removed from the oven in all its golden glory and left on the counter to rest while the family took a quick walk around the block to admire the holiday lights. We returned to find a very, very stuffed German shepherd, a grease spot on the rug, and no turkey.

In the years since then, there have been successful years and years when the bird won, wings down. There was a heat-resistant turkey that stayed defiantly raw despite 8+ hours of cooking. There have been birds that managed to poach in their own juice, leaving us with turkey soup straight out of the oven. There was the year that the turkey succumbed, but the stuffing turned such a terrifying shade of green none of us would dare eat it.

And then there was the year of the oven from hell. For reasons known only to the gods of whimsy, the oven locked and set itself to “self clean” mode, an hour after the turkey was put in. With incineration imminent, we had to pull the fuse to get the damned thing to turn off, and even then the door would not unlock. We tried everything we could think of, but the turkey remained incarcerated. In the end, my father took a crow bar to the wall-mounted oven, shattering the glass and prying the sucker open to free the captive turkey. It turned into a bit of an event, with a cheering squad of guests and copious amounts of libations. We managed to cook the rest of the food in the microwave and toaster oven, and as I recall, we served all the potatoes, veggies and good things….with pizza. The turkey lost in the end, I took it home and finished cooking it in my oven.

And in case you think those holiday cooking crises are restricted to my parent’s house, allow me to leave you with this memory. It was my first year as a young bride with a house of my own, and I was hosting my family for my first holiday dinner. I was nervous and wanted everything to be perfect and so naturally things went completely off the rails. My little brother was a commercial diver, and without warning me, he brought extra food for the table that night: two 12 lbs Alaskan King Crabs that were both still very much alive.

Have you ever tried to make gravy while perched on a counter top, keeping your toes out of reach of two annoyed crustaceans while a sibling tries to stab them with a screwdriver and your relations called out helpful advice from the safety of the living room? I have, and it is not a recommended way to cook, but at least I avoided a Turkastrophe. In my family that Christmas is more commonly referred to as Crabmageddon.

Blessed Yule & Happy Holidays everyone
(and may you avoid any Turkastrophes)

Susan Hayes

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If you’re looking for something to read while hiding from your kith and kin this holiday season, might I suggest my book, Whispers in the Dark.

Blurb:

Kyra Robinson is in trouble. She may not believe in monsters, but that won’t help her when an ancient vampire tries to claim her as his eternal consort.

Gareth Harkness is a vampire hunter with supernatural abilities. He spends his nights fighting the living dead and his days dreaming of an unknown woman who has haunted his dreams for years. When a string of violent murders brings him to Vancouver, Gareth learns his past and the future he dreams of are on a collision course. The vampire who once nearly destroyed his family has found a potential blood mate, and it’s the woman from Gareth’s dreams.

Two men, the hunter and the killer, both of them locked into a war only one of them can win. In the end, Kyra will have to choose, but before she can give her heart away, she’ll have to survive the darkness that threatens to take her life, her soul, and her sanity.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/whispers-in-the-dark


Where to find me:
Website: http://susanhayes.ca
Blog: http://susanhayesromance.blogspot.ca
Twitter: http://twitter.com/capricia13
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Susan-Hayes/551945384831723
Siren Publishing Author Page: http://www.bookstrand.com/susan-hayes
Amazon Author page: http://amzn.com/e/B008KWT574
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6444700.Susan_Hayes

Random contest time: Favorite holiday movie?

Sunday, December 16, 2012
EDIT (12/20/12): Winner!!

Congratulations to MJ on winning the $10 in Strandbucks! :) Please contact me via email at tymberdalton AT gmail.com and let me know what email address to send the code to!

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Okay, it's time for another random contest. Today, you're playing for a chance to win $10 in Strandbucks (usable at Siren-BookStrand).

And if you didn't check back on the last contest to see if you won, make sure you do. I posted the winners and so far only one has contacted me. LOL

What is your favorite holiday movie/TV show, and why?

I personally have a three-way tie. (Okay, quit thinking dirty. I know some of you just snickered.) For TV it's the Charlie Brown Christmas. The story, Vince Guaraldi's music, all of it. For movies, A Christmas Story and American Lampoon's Christmas Vacation tie for first. Did you know...there is a "sequel" to A Christmas Story out now? Also, did you know that a young Leonard Hofstadter (Johnny Galecki) is Russ in Christmas Vacation? And now Old Navy has a couple of Christmas Vacation spoof commercials reuniting some of the original cast.

I can pretty much recite both these movies by heart, and have all three on DVD. They receive a lot of viewing throughout the year in our household and not just at Christmas time. The two movies make me laugh out loud, something I sometimes need more of in my life. I also collect the Hallmark ornaments for both movies.

So what is your favorite(s)? Tell me why. I'll pick a random winner via random.org from all the commenters to receive $10 in Strandbucks. :) (Hey, it's a better gift than a football, or a boxed cat! LOL)

Today's Holiday Guest: Karen Mercury

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Today's holiday guest is fellow Sirenista, author Karen Mercury. She shares why perhaps a two-fridge household could be a wise idea in some families...

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Close Encounters of the Fruitcake Kind

It’s a tradition in my husband’s Sicilian family to pass this fruitcake along every year from relative…to relative…to relative. I mean, they pass along the actual fruitcake, not the recipe. Each year they must hand off fruitcakes to each other in festive bags with wreaths of smiles, then steal furtively home to stash them in the fridge for next year’s exchange.

How can you tell how old a fruitcake is, anyway? My mother-in-law doesn’t label her cakes with dates. Some of the ones currently clogging up approximately one-third of my fridge could be from twenty years ago, when I first met her son.

Every year when he shows up with yet another foil-wrapped brick to cram into the wall he’s building above the vegetable crisper, I yell, “Not another one! Can’t she take a year off? Make them every other year?”

My husband gets violently angry when I suggest this. Apparently I’m attacking a time-honored, sacrosanct ceremony if I dare suggest I might want room in the fridge for, say, a carton of eggs.  “Why don’t you just send a hit man to my mother’s and kill her right now?” he will yell back.

I’ve never once seen my husband take a cake out and eat a slice. Not once. When I suggest he do so, he says, “Soon. It has to be the right time.” Apparently a fruitcake’s sanctified gestation is on par with that of an elephant calf.

Every four years or so, I try to sneak and toss one into the garbage can, but of course he knows how many are back there. Eventually I’ll be caught off guard one day. I’ll be minding my own business in the next room, knitting or wiring together a cougar’s skull, and boom. The telltale lightbulb from the back of the fridge will blare on the kitchen wall like that spaceship door opening in Close Encounters. I swear the ominous soundtrack even starts playing. Frozen in terror, I turn my head, steeling myself for what I should have known was coming.

“All right. Who took my—"

My research indicates that no one really knows how long fruitcakes last because no one has ever outlived one. A Cro-Magnon could have made the cake sitting in your fridge, if he had wrapped it properly and poured enough booze over it.

So here is the sacred recipe. Maybe you need a weapon, something to re-gift, or just another brick in the wall.

Buon Natale!

Ingredients:

1 1/2 cups candied pineapple, chopped
1 1/2 cups candied cherries, chopped
1 cup raisins
3/4 cup currants
2 cups chopped pecans
1/2 cup white grape juice
1 cup butter, room temperature
2 cups brown sugar
5 eggs
2 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon almond extract
Brandy

Preparation:

Grease a 10-inch pan and line with wax paper.  In a large bowl, combine the pineapple, cherries, raisins, currants, and pecans or walnuts. Add grape juice and stir until well blended. Let stand 1 hour.

Preheat oven to 275 degrees F. In a large bowl, cream butter. Gradually add brown sugar, beating until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition.

In another large bowl, combine flour, baking soda, and cinnamon.  Gradually add to butter mixture. Add almond extract and fruit mixture; stir until well blended. Spoon into prepared pan.

Bake 3 hours and 20 minutes or until a toothpick inserted into the cake comes out clean. Remove from oven and cool on a wire rack for 30 minutes. Remove from pan, peel paper liner from cake, and cool completely. Wrap in a brandy-soaked cheesecloth; store in an airtight container for one week. After one week, store in the refrigerator.

Editor’s Note:  Along with the other thirty-eight fruitcakes.

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Blurb: Something Sinful This Way Comes


[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, light consensual BDSM, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

Xandra McQueen has a whole new lease on life after inheriting the Triple Play Lodge in Utah. Rid of an abusive crime lord boyfriend, she revels in her new relationships with the former commando Nathan Horowitz and the gentle game warden Julian “Fresh Air” Longtree.

But a stalker upsets her bucolic existence, breaking into her suite to steal photographs. Nathan, running from the nightmare of his most recent African mission, puts his heart and soul into tracking down the blackmailing pervert. But he just lost a beloved partner. He BASE jumps from desert spires to help himself forget. Why does he want to add not one but two more loves to the mix?

Xandra knows she has fallen for two damaged, broken spirits in Nathan and Julian. Together, they race to unmask the stalker, piecing together the crimes as well as the mysteries of their ménage.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/something-sinful-this-way-comes

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Today's Holiday Guest: Tianna Xander

Thursday, December 13, 2012
Today's holiday guest authors is fellow Sirenista Tianna Xander, with an amusing twist on the old Christmas classic. (I'll let you read it for yourself, but fair warning, make sure you put down your drink and swallow what's in your mouth.) And please check her book out and show her a little love.

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Twas the Night Before a Redneck Christmas

by Tianna Xander

Twas the night before Christmas when all through the town, the townsfolk were driving their cars just like clowns. Fat Santas at storefronts rang bells over their buckets with flair, and hoped that some people would throw money in there. The children, all snug as bugs in their beds, dreamed of electronic presents, not caring their parents were poor little peasants.

With Bubba in his t-shirt and me in my gown we sat by the window to watch that white crap come down. When up on the roof was raised such a racket Bubba spit his beer at the TV and hit Buddy Hacket. I jumped from the sofa, and to the window I flew, where I saw reindeer--not one but a slew!

The spotlight gleamed down on the glistening snow, and gave the illusion of rhinestone cowboys below. Then what to my startled eyes should appear, but a little fat man with a twelve pack of beer.

The ale was an off brand no doubt bitter and skunky. I grimaced at Bubba who I noticed was also quite chunky. The little fat man gave Bubba the beer, and turned to me his expression full of good cheer. He winked and he grinned, his chubby red face filled with glee, “Where’s your toilet, ma’am? Have I gotta pee.”

I showed him the way as Bubba chugged down his drink. It’s a good thing too, because the fat man leaned to the right and puked in the sink.

Santa turned and stumbled toward me his eyes red and glassy, “Next year I’ll be sure to drink something classy.” He walked toward the fire, then stumbled and clamored.

Holy cow! The man sure was hammered. Standing before the chimney, he set down his glass, dropped his holey jeans and showed me his ass. As rosy red cheeks stared me in the face I cried out alarmed and stepped back a pace.

Out in the yard we heard a loud gun blast, “I have to get going, my deer are out classed!” Santa pulled up his drawers and turned, his eyes wide, “Oh, no,” he exclaimed. “I think Rudolf just died!” As he entered the fireplace to quickly depart, there was a small explosion as he shot up the chimney with a great giant fart.

“Now Hokey! Now Pokey
Now Dumbo! Now Don!
On Surly! On Burly!
On Crapper and Jon!”

We heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,

“I’ll get you, you bastard, you shot out my light!”

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Blurb: Where There is Hope (Taos Wolven Mates 2)

When Hope Ackerman is kidnapped by two of the hottest young men she has ever seen, she's more worried about their age than the fact they're werewolves from another planet. Taken from her world and into the Old West, can she overcome the fact she's an older woman lusting after two younger men…or is she?

When the sentient warship Carella flings Braxton Nylund and Joran Keavy into the future to find their mate, they waste no time snatching the beauty up when they find her. Returning to the nineteenth century, the two men must convince Hope that not only are they meant to be together, but they aren't as young as they appear.

Can the three find a way to live, laugh, and love together in the past, or will Hope insist they return her to her empty life in the future?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/where-there-is-hope

Come visit me at the Smutketeers!

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Make sure you stop by to visit me today over at the Smutketeers' Annual X-mas Bash! Lots of fun, prizes, and more! :)

Today's Holiday Guest: Bella Juarez

Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Today's guest author is fellow Sirenista, Bella Juarez, with an amusing and recently declassified (meaning now she won't have to kill us!) report of one of her Christmas-pasts. :)

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Most of you know I write military stuff, right? I strongly identify with the lifestyle because I've lived it. That being said let me share an operation I was a part of in 1989.

At the time this story takes place, there were no crazies running around threatening the good ‘ole USA, at least none that we took seriously and the country was not involved in any major conflicts. It was the Thursday before Christmas and the holiday fell on a Monday. It was one of those rare times we got a four day weekend. The base was closing for an energy day on Friday. Most of the time when serving our country we understand the US military doesn’t know or care about your holidays, birthdays, anniversaries, etc. The DoD cares about the mission and most of us serving care about keeping the country and our families safe. Period.

So here we were a bunch of airmen blowing off steam at our annual Christmas party, at that time we could drink at these functions as long as it didn't get out of hand. The definition of out of hand varies from service to service and unit to unit. For example, the Marine Corps definition of out of hand meant someone got into a tank and blew up something, on US soil. Our definition for out of hand was no civilian casualties, and every one made it home in one piece.

The party was just picking up when the shit hit the fan… Yup, we were all put on alert. Being put on alert meant, if you went home – you were called back to the base, if you were at the base – call home because they weren’t going to see you for a while. We all looked around at each other. No one at this point was having a Merry Christmas. Much to our credit, no one bitched either. We all knew it was our job. No use in complaining, we all were volunteers.

“Section chiefs to the command briefing room, ASAP!” the Captain who ran our squadron said.

Putting down our drinks, and a couple of new airmen we had hanging from the rafters, we headed over to where we had been directed. No one tells you why and you don’t ask questions. You just follow orders. I was a section chief so I fell in and went with the rest of my squadron to the command center. I was surprised to see who was in the center, pilots from the air wing, load masters who handled the cargo for our planes, and us, aircraft maintenance. Mostly I was surprised to see our command general.

WTF?

The general NEVER came to talk to us unless we had royally screwed up or there was some other important dignitary with him. We all nervously looked around at each other.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, earlier this afternoon I was called in by the Chief of Staff of the Air Force. When I got to his office, the Secretary of Defense and the President were waiting. I was asked to select the best MAC air wing I have for a top secret mission. Because you folks received a commendation for your last inspection, I have volunteered you for this mission. OPERATION POLARIS DISTRESS is now underway. Once you reach your landing zone, you will be given further orders by General Jonsdottir.”

Wonderful, we kick ass at our last inspection and get our Christmas screwed up? Nice.

As I sat and listened to the briefing, I kept having to shake my head. Was I hearing this right? Did I have too much damn tequila already? Did one of those chickenshit motherfuckers do something to my drink? Holy crap! Was this real?

I turned to one of the other NCOs I worked with, the section chief of navigation systems and whispered, “Am I hearing this right? Am I high?”

“I think we both are,” he whispered back.

Six hours later, I figured out this was no joke. Me and six-hundred fifty other airmen and officers were on three C-5s bound for our destination. We had our field maintenance equipment with us. Along the way, another C-5 stopped and picked up a bunch of Marines from Camp Pendleton. I shuddered when I thought about where we were going. They had promised us we would be home for Christmas day.

Yeah, right. I've heard that before.

While on the plane bound for our destination, I managed some sleep. In fact we all managed some sleep because we were going to need it. This mission was going to stretch our endurance and limits. I woke up ten hours later and stepped off into a winter wonderland. We had been sent to Greenland. In fact the airstrip was a secret airstrip that was only used by the CIA and special operations. It was even further north than our own Thule Air Base, which was the northern most base in the world. At least, that’s what I thought.

Like the machine the United States Air Force is, we unloaded all the equipment, set up our facilities and were ready to roll within twelve hours of landing at our mission site. Everyone was called to a building at the far end of the runway. As we walked to the site, I could see carcasses of burnt out cargo planes. I counted five as I walked past them. It was as if the base had come under attack and the planes had been the target. When I stepped inside, I physically felt my jaw drop. As I looked around, I could see I wasn't the only one trying to catch flies with my mouth, we were all in shock. I had never in my entire life seen Christmas until I saw what was inside that building. The décor in that building was spectacular. The lights that lined the ceiling were like stars from a clear winter night. The Christmas trees in the four corners must've been 20 footers and were decorated to Victorian perfection. I could smell the scents of Christmas, warm cinnamon and tangy citrus. The atmosphere in the room made you feel happy and cheerful.

“Good morning!” a man said from a platform at the end of the large building. “We are glad our American allies are able to help us with this mission. I am General Jonsdottir of the Royal Danish Air Force. I am the commanding general at Aalborg Air Base which includes this airstrip. Now, for the reason why you are here. Six days ago, Thule Air Base received a distress signal from this location. Because this base belongs to us, it was forwarded and investigated by RDA. While we are still looking into the causes of this attack, it is clear the aircraft used here have been decommissioned and will not be able to fly their scheduled missions. Your mission is to lend support to this gentleman here,” the general said extending his hand.

Just then a man dressed in camouflage walked up to the platform. He was a short man, he had a white beard, and white hair.



“This mission will use the C-5s that brought you here to fly missions in four different directions. The maintenance crews will perform field level maintenance for the sorties we will be flying. The Marine Corps along with Royal Dutch Marines will provide security since there are hostiles in the area. Pilots your crews will have lead navigators, Majors Southwind, Northwind, Eastwind and Westwind. The majors are under Colonel Clause’s direction and know the nature of the sorties they will be navigating,” the general said as four blue, yes I mean blue, men in flight suits walked on stage with him.



“Load masters, you will have the load masters from this base directing your airdrops because they’ve done this run forever and know exactly what to do,” the general said as a contingency of small, almost child-sized men and women got into formation in front of the stage. They were dressed like load masters.



I wasn’t high. Something in that tequila I had drunk had put me over the edge. I had gone to crazy town and just been elected mayor! The building we were standing in was quiet. In fact, silent as the grave did not do that kind of quiet justice.

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” one of my airmen asked me.

“I think so. Are you seeing Santa and his elves?” I asked.

“Yeah, that’s what I see,” Ray said.

Needless to say the mission went off like clockwork and was perfect. There were a few skirmishes around the perimeter of the base but I never found out who or what it was. We did our job and much to my surprise I was home Christmas morning. I drove home from the base at four a.m. I knew no one would be awake so I quietly snuck into the house. I started a pot of coffee and lay down on the couch watching a little TV. I awoke to my husband kissing me on the cheek.

“When did you get in?” he asked.

“A little after four, I didn’t want to wake you up,” I said.

I got up, took a shower and joined him by the tree. We opened presents and did our general Christmas thing with family. On the ride home, my hubby finally asked if I could talk about where I had been for the last couple of days.

“Honey, if I tell you I’ll have to kill you. You know that,” I joked.

What I wanted to say was, You won’t believe me if I tell you and frankly I’m not sure I believe it myself.



Merry Christmas!

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Bella Juarez’s latest release, Hostile Home Front, is available at Bookstrand.

Blurb:

Special Agent Gavin “Badass” Walsh of the FBI is sent to South Texas to investigate terrorist activities. While out on a disturbance call, Gavin encounters a mysterious seductress. Compelled to attend a local social function, Gavin is introduced to the woman who has become his growing obsession, Dr. Amy Livingston.

As they fall in love, they deal with challenges from their damaged pasts. After twenty four years as a SEAL, Gavin is haunted by demons of war. Amy carries on the quiet life of a librarian, but the facade hides a damaged soul.

As the pieces of a dangerous plot come together, Gavin must survive terrorists, dirty cops, and gangbangers all taking aim at him. Gavin walks a razor-thin line when terrorists decide to use Amy as bait. As Amy’s life hangs in the balance, Gavin realizes that failure is not an option to save the woman he loves.

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/hostile-home-front

Places to visit Bella on the web:

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/bella-juarez
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Bella-Juarez/e/B00AAYDAJY/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Web site: www.bellajaurez.com
Blog: bellajuarez.blogspot.com – Rough and Ready where Bella has fun with her BlackOps Brothers
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bella.juarez.35
Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/bellajuarezauthor?ref=hl
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BellaBJuarez

Two blogs today.

Monday, December 10, 2012
Happy(?) Monday. I've got two blog posts today to pimp out.

The first is over at the "When One is Not Enough" menage blog and gives you a glimpse inside my...colorful brain. Yeah, colorful. That's the word I'll go with!

Hearing in Technicolor

The second blog post is over at the BDSM Authors' Playroom, where I've started a series of topics on commonly used/misused BDSM tropes, to examine the fact versus the fallacy.

BDSM Facts & Fallacies: Free-ranging subbies.

Also, I still haven't picked a winner on my last contest, but will sometime today. So make sure if you haven't commented yet, get your patookie over there and do so, please?

Another random contest: Oddest holiday dinner?

And "Out of Bight, Out of Mind" has reached (as of this morning) #5 on Siren's menage bestseller list! Woot, and thank you!! :)

"Out of Bight, Out of Mind"

Today's Holiday Guest: Berengaria Brown

Saturday, December 8, 2012
Today's holiday guest author is fellow Sirenista Berengaria Brown. She's sharing a view of Christmas in warmer climes, which is a drastic contrast to what many people are used to. She's also got a steaming hot book you might want to check out, so please show her some love.

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A Summer Christmas

It was very hot. Probably 100 degrees and not even 8 a.m. yet.

All up and down the street by the beach, the kids were playing with their new toys, watching and waiting for the fire truck. The fire truck that would bring Santa, and more wonderful gifts.

They wobbled up and down the street on their new bikes, their new inline skates, their new scooters, many watched by doting Dads who sat in lawn chairs, an ice-cold beer in their hand.

As soon as the fire truck’s siren sounded the men grabbed their kids off the road, and women and teenagers came out from the beach holiday cottages, the teens with new computer games in their hands, or music throbbing in their ear buds. The women with babies or toddlers on their hips, or hastily wiping cooking ingredients from their hands.

The fire truck turned into the street, its siren screaming, but traveling at walking pace. On the back of the truck was Santa, his face sweating in his hot red suit, throwing candy and a gift to every child. Two firemen, in uniform, walked behind the truck handing out little packets of candy and presents to the mothers of small children.

No child was overlooked. Everyone had a special nod or smile from The Man himself.

And the joy in their eyes was more than adequate repayment for giving up a holiday to swelter in a hot costume, instead of sitting on the beach and hoping for a cooling breeze off the ocean.

It was such a different sight and experience from snow, and a hot fire, and kids with new toboggans or indoor games. But the Christmas spirit was identical. Peace on earth, and good will to all people everywhere.

Berengaria Brown

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Blurb: Woman in Hot Water

Unemployed and homeless, Kendra gets a job at the local Aquatic Center. Her new boss, Osborne, is very yummy, but he’s partnered to Jordan. When she’s offered a threesome with two such delicious men, how can she say no? And with so many opportunities to see their semi-naked bodies, being a good girl is not that easy either. Fun on the waterslide, a hot time in the sauna, slick, gleaming muscles in the gym...

When Jordan deduces that Kendra is sleeping in her car, the men ask her to stay in their guest room. She’s hesitant, but allows them to persuade her. Despite the best sex of her life, Kendra is determined to move into an apartment of her own as soon as possible, so she goes house-hunting. The men don’t like either of the places she chooses. She can’t risk losing her job but values her independence too.


Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/woman-in-hot-water

And you can find her on the web at:

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
http://berengariabrown.com/
https://twitter.com/BerengariaBrown
Facebook 

Another random contest: Oddest holiday dinner?

Friday, December 7, 2012
In keeping with the spirit of the season, and since the other contest was so popular, I'm running another random contest...

What (or where) was your oddest Christmas/holiday dinner? Did you end up eating cold Spam out of the can in an airport terminal? Fried squirrel in a canoe?

Let 'em rip. This time, I'll pick TWO lucky random winners from the comments to win one of my e-books (any of my pen names, current releases only). If we get over fifty comments, I'll pick THREE winners.

Good luck! :)

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EDIT:

*DRUMROLL* And the lucky winners, as picked by random.org are...

Carla 
Sandra Knapp
Weaseldancr

Congratulations to everyone! Please email me at tymberdalton AT gmail.com and let me know which of my ebooks (any pen name, current releases only) that you'd like and your preferred format. Some of my older books aren't available in .epub, so state a secondary choice of format too, please.

Thanks! And stay tuned for the next contest!! :)

Random contest time! :) What's your worst present?

Thursday, December 6, 2012
I feel like running a random contest. LOL

I'll pick a random winner (via random.org) from all the comments for a lucky winner to have their pick of my currently available e-books under any of my pen names.

All you have to do is answer thusly in the comments...What was the worst Christmas/holiday present you ever got and why? (Yes, it's THAT easy. LOL)

Good luck! :)

EDIT: WE HAVE A WINNER!! :)


Okay, I've picked a random winner via random.org...

**DRUMROLL**

And the winner is... MIA DOWNING!! :)

Congrats, and please email me at tymberdalton AT gmail.com with which one of my releases (under any of my pen names) you'd like and in which format. Thank you everyone for playing!! :)

Newsletter contest coming soon...

Wednesday, December 5, 2012
I know some of you subscribe to the Feedburner emails that let you know when I've updated the website, but are you also a member of my newsletter? If not, you'll want to be. I'm going to be running a contest soon only for the members of my newsletter.

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So please make sure you don't miss out! :)

Holiday Siren guests.

Sunday, December 2, 2012
I LOVE the Grumpy Cat. (Her real name is Tartar Sauce. LOL)

You're going to see guest posts popping up here during December from some of my fellow Sirenistas. They've got holiday tales to share, from poignant essays to funny takes on holiday classics, and they all have hot, hot books to their credits as well. So please show them some love when they're here, because I've been bragging to them that I've got the best readers in the world. LOL

Thanks! :)