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?”

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A Sweet Holiday Story for You


I wrote The Accidental Christmas three years ago after a trip to the Christmas tree lot with my then-five-year-old Lil Dude. We told him that he would get to pick the tree he wanted and as we followed him between rows of trees hoping and praying he wouldn’t pick the tallest tree, he surprised us by picking a tree his size, about three feet tall.

Anyway, when we got home and admired the small tree as it stood in its rightful spot looking kinda dwarfed by all that space, I knew I had to write a story to mark the occasion.

The story that emerged is what I’d call heartwarming with some angsty moments along the way and you can download it for free by clicking on the image below. No steamy scenes here, though, but I hope you like it!

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Sometimes, second chances come when you least expect it

When a marriage of convenience ends in scandal, single mother Cameron Thomas must now make a life for herself and her deaf son in a small seaside town where years ago, she’d been happiest.

But even as she struggles to adjust to a life that’s far from the lifestyle she once knew, it’s forgiving herself that’s turning out to be the toughest thing to do, made even harder when her path crosses with the man whose love she gave up so long ago.