You’re the best Christmas ever, Mrs. Drexel


The earthship is decorated for Christmas, and it’s where the Drexels and their friends are all spending the holidays. Even the Villier brothers are coming, promising to bring homegrown macadamia nuts dipped in homemade dark chocolate. Dyami and Benny made paper snowflakes, hanging them from the ceiling in various corners of the Pearl, and in the nursery, while the scent of pine is everywhere, in the wreaths and boughs gracing the doors. It’s our version of heaven on earth.

I can feel Dax’s heart beating through his shirt and feel the muscles of his taut belly tighten as I run my hand over them through his shirt. His breath tickles the top of my head and I hear him chuckling, as if anticipating what’s going to happen next.

“Knock, knock,” I whisper.

“Who’s there?” Dax asks, grinning as I look up at him.


“Ash who?”

“Bless you!” This time I tickle him and Dax laughs, grabbing hold of my wrists to keep my hands away from his waist where he’s most sensitive. We wrestle on the couch like teenagers on babysitting night, failing miserably at being quiet until he kisses me deeply. It takes my breath away, and when he draws away to gaze down at me, I realize I have no words to describe just how much I love him.

Suddenly there are no more giggling, no more games. It’s just us now and as he kisses me again, I can’t believe that this man’s mine. I love the feel of his mouth on my lips, his tongue slipping between my teeth, teasing me with a promise of more.

He pulls me toward him so I’m straddling him, letting me take control. I catch his lower lip between my teeth and he moans, his arms tightening around me. I suck on his lip playfully. When I let go, it’s his turn and we’re back to being those teenagers on a school night, making out before the parents come home. He stops, pulling away to study my face, his gaze drifting down to settle on my lips before going back up to my eyes.

“You’re the best Christmas present ever, Mrs. Drexel.”

“I was just about to say that about you, Mr. Drexel.” I chuckle, feeling my cheeks blush. “So what are you going to do with your present?”

#ataoschristmas #merrychristmas #daxandharlow

Holiday Stories… Re-Covered

With the holiday season barreling right through, I realized that I have a few holiday stories featuring characters from my books. I’d written them as a “slice of life” exercise to see where they were now after the book was over. I like doing that with my characters for I love them to bits and am ever so nosy.

Yesterday, I put on a new cover on the holiday stories for Ashe and Riley. Nothing too drastic since I simply revamped the version of the original cover to have the same texture similar to the new versions of covers I’d just made. But I also went through the stories in the book and it felt like coming home again to read about Ashe and Riley’s Yorkshire Christmas. Unfortunately, I’m not too happy with the cover image and so I’m still on the lookout for the perfect image.

And then I went to bed thinking about Dax and Harlow and about the holiday story I wrote for them two years ago. The cover for their story, A Taos Christmas, was pretty simple. A hanging star ornament and that was it.

This morning, I knew what I wanted to do and sought out to find the perfect image, one that was closest to the couple inside my head. And then I found it, added a loud red bow to make it completely Christmasy (in case it’s not obvious since the tree is pushed off to the side), and now I’m in love.

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Now I wish I had a longer story for Dax and Harlow, but then therein lies the beauty of self-publishing. I can do just that and update the story as I go. Although given my current schedule (five books on the schedule), I’ll probably wait until next year to do so.

For now, I hope you’ll enjoy their story as it appears. Sweet with a touch of steam.