WHICH DO YOU PREFER – NAUGHTY OR
NICE?
Cassandre Dayne
Isn’t that a sexy little question? Let me
think. Those who know me know I prefer the naughty side of things and it
doesn’t matter whether I’m out on a date or simply writing a sassy poem. I so
love the thought of everything from dressing up and going out to finding the
perfect bottle of wine and even the dress that you’ve finally allowed yourself
to get after searching all over the place. What I love most about the holidays
personally is the fact we can be a little be that fantasy girl or guy we never
thought we should be other times of the year.
When we were a kid we kinda were warned
about being naughty and now as adults we can be completely wicked. Now what do
I mean by that? I love putting together all kinds of very sexy gifts including
baskets that are themed. One thing I love to do for my significant other is
find the perfect briefs – in red of course, sultry cologne like Obsession for
Men, massage oil, his favorite CD, a book, a bottle of champagne and bubble
bath and wrap them up extra special. Sometimes I’ll slip in a bit of lingerie
to give him a hint and then allow him to open the package just before midnight. It’s just a fun taste to both of
us.
Don’t worry guys – he gets all kinds of
BIG GUY toys like tools and video games and all the rest of the guy type things
but this is a way to be silly and fun. I will usually get a book full of
naughty sayings and email him a snippet or two along just to set the mood.
You’d be surprised how far that’s gotten me. Last year I bought this fun book
of bumper stickers that I mailed to friends all over (along with a copy of one
of my hot books) and it was fun to hear their reactions.
You don’t have to be too naughty but when
I think about it – you have to be nice all year round, right? Why not kick up
the heat and do something outside your comfort zone? That was kind of my
thoughts when I penned some holiday books. Mr. Mistletoe asks the age old
question - who do you want to grab
around the waist – and with a twist. St. Nick’s Night of Xstasy allows
the twelve desires of Christmas to come alive – adult party style. Notice how I
mixed that up? Twisted Christmas is something else entirely where she finally
gets the men of her dreams and perhaps wins a contest to boot. They’re fun but
with meanings too. Both of these just came out and the other any day now in an
anthology collection.
I’ve
been blessed to work with two wonderful publishers and I can honestly say I’m
giving thanks to all of my friends who’ve helped make this a wonderful year. In
the season of good spirit I’m giving you a taste of St. Nick’s Night of Xstasy and
a snippet of Mr. Mistletoe. Remember to tip extra well, be kind to your
neighbors and give thanks for all the people you’ve made your life special.
Kisses xxx
Cassandre
ST. NICK’S NIGHT OF XSTASY
REBEL INK PRESS
CASSANDRE DAYNE
BLURB
Sabrina
Spencer hated her job as a PR Executive for Troubled Waters, a ruthless
acquisitions firm that took over companies on the verge of bankruptcy. It
didn’t matter that her boss, sexy Nick St. Peter, was her dark fantasy. She
considered him the enemy and the ultimate scrooge. Responsible for her mother’s
caretaking, Sabrina had no other employment options. Forced to have dinner with
the boss one snowy evening, she couldn’t remember any of the details the next
day except that after too many drinks, she thought she told him about her kinky
desires to be dominated. Mortified, she could barely face him the night of the
holiday party.
No-one
knew that Nick and the corporation’s attorney, Cord Jenson, were involved. They
had everything in life that money could buy yet neither man was happy. They
craved a third, the woman of their dreams and both were determined to win her
heart. On the night of the party, a man in a Santa suit gave out scores of
presents to the employees and a secret invitation to a scandalous erotic club
to the woman Cord and Nick adored. Finally succumbing, Sabrina enjoyed a night
of passion and complete domination at the hands of two men while secrets in
every dark corner threatened to nearly destroy them. Shaken, Sabrina was unsure
she could completely submit until a naughty elf came to the rescue.
EXCERPT
“Yes. Yes!” Sabrina moaned and slapped the
back of her hand over her mouth. “Holy fuck.” The muffled sound filtered past
her fingers.
“Holy fuck indeed. Whatever is in that
drink, I need it. I think you almost had a full-blown orgasm there, girl! I
know I'm hot as Hades,” Tyler hissed and wiped a single bead of
perspiration from her brow.
“I can’t believe I did that. I can’t
believe it! Shit, what's wrong with me?” Sabrina eyed the room grateful Nick
hadn’t arrived yet. Perhaps she could slink away into the far reaches of hell
before he got there. What had she fucking told him? And then again, why the
hell had he asked her those kinds of questions?
“You mean why you are having a snazzy
little thought about one gorgeous blond hunk and just how wicked the two of you
could be in bed? You have to be kidding me.” Tyler teased.
“No. Not that.” Sabrina stumbled to get
off the barstool.
“You okay, girl?”
“Just need to freshen up.” And get a freaking cat-scan. “Be right
back.” She grabbed her purse and trotted toward the bathroom, head down knowing
everyone in the company could read her mind. She forced her way past her
co-workers and threw herself into the oversized ladies room.
Longing to be able to lock the door for
solace, she gazed at the bank of ten or so stalls, and grimaced. The party had
to have cost a fortune. Nick always pulled out all the stops at the holidays,
but this was way over the top. Too bad he was such a jerk the rest of the year.
He kept to himself. No one knew who he was dating or if he'd ever been married.
Hell, other than the social papers who spoke of his luxuries, he could've been
a front at the company for all she knew about him. Going to get coal this year, little boy. The naughty thought made
her giggle.
Setting her purse down she turned on the
water, her hands shaking violently, and dabbled cool water over her shimmering
cheeks. Okay, so she needed to get laid, but this behavior was ridiculous.
Sabrina gripped the counter and stared at her reflection. At thirty-nine, the
big birthday was right around the corner, on Valentine’s Day nonetheless, and
she could hear the words of her mother admonishing her for not being married…yet.
She loved her mother, took care of her
mother, cleaned up after her mother every day refusing to put her into any kind
of a home and yet Sabrina hated that the old woman nagged her about getting
re-married. Sabrina had been there, done that, and got way more than an ugly
tee shirt as a parting gift. She refused
to dip into those waters again. Worse than that, Sabrina had to have her job
because the salary was so damn good and in the current state of the economy,
she’d be forced to move to a larger city and damn well couldn’t handle caring
for her mother if she worked at the kind of places most of her friends did.
Sabrina was stuck and she knew it.
She sighed and blotted her face dry. Being
childish wasn’t going to help. Still, she couldn’t figure out why Nick had
invited her to dinner when he'd only said hello to her causally in the hall or
interacted with her mainly at staff meetings. No matter, after last night’s
performance, she just might be getting a pink slip for a Christmas present.
Decidedly calmer, she re-applied her hot
pink lipstick and puckered her lips. The slinky fuchsia dress hugged her more
than voluptuous curves in all the right places, complimenting her long locks
and her hazel eyes. Thank God for Loreal hair color or her hair would match her
eyes. Dead ass boring.
The thought forced a chuckle.
Hearing the hoops and squeals outside the lounge reminded her why she was all
dressed up. “It's a holiday party after all. Time for foolishness, right?”
Okay, so she'd done that to herself the night before. Perhaps Nick had been too
drunk to remember.
Grabbing her purse she inched toward the
door, steeling her nerves. Time to face the music so to speak. Opening the
door, she caught a glimpse of a large man dressed in fluffy red and white and
cringed. “Don't tell me that they hired a Santa Clause on top of everything
else.” As she entered the oversized room, much to her chagrin, she realized she
was right.
Tyler was motioning to her from her
perch, grinning like a damn schoolgirl. Sabrina slunk around the opposite side
of the bar as she stole quick glances at the decently costumed Santa, complete with
belly and real enough looking white beard. But it was the really huge, red
velvet sack that caught her attention. Doling out gifts, the man was 'ho-hoing'
far too often.
“You got something against Santa, too?” Tyler laughed and whooped when the next
present was given out.
“Let me guess, our Christmas bonuses?
Trinkets from Sharper Image, I suppose?”
“Jesus Christ! We're going to have to
start calling you scrooge.” Tyler kicked her hard.
“Wait a minute, what did we get last
year?”
Tyler shrugged and turned her attention
back to the jolly elf. “Who cares? This is a party! Get it in gear, girl or
I'll take you out back and flog you in the snow.”
“I remember exactly because all the girls
got the same thing. One gift card to Victoria’s Secret, one gift card to Bath and Body Works and oh yes…one
twelve
ounce box of chocolates. That was some Christmas bonus. And you ought to
remember since you're the Accounting Manager!” Granted, Sabrina knew her words
sounded ungrateful and she really wasn’t that kind of girl. Perhaps it was the
fact she was overdue on a couple of bills that was killing her. Thank God no
one was listening.
“Fuddy Duddy is my new name for you,” Tyler said, leaning in.
“Is that Nick behind that beard?”
Tyler grinned. “It’s Santa. Don’t you
believe?”
“Not since I was four.” Tossing her hair
behind her back she grabbed the freshly made drink placed in front of her and
took a long sip. The night would be over soon enough. She’d stay through the
presents and the beef carving, wish everyone well and leave in the middle of
the snowstorm. “Perfect.”
“Oh…my…God!” The older woman squealed.
Martha was their well-loved receptionist and had been with Nick’s father for
twenty years before Nick took over as CEO and President.
“What the heck did she get?” Tyler craned to see the contents of the
silver bag. “Come on, grab your drink and let’s go.” She gripped Sabrina’s
wrist and yanked her off the stool, pulling her into the melee.
As Martha held up a necklace that had to
be white gold, the stunning piece sparkled with diamonds and rubies. Sabrina
felt light headed. “He isn't giving her what I think he is.”
Tyler squealed. “He is, girl. Look at
Bart! Now that man is a happy camper.”
Sabrina gazed at the heavy-set man who was
grinning from ear to ear. “Is that a Rolex?”
“None other. I'd recognize those markings
anywhere.”
“I don’t believe this. Is Nick out of his
mind?”
Tyler gave her an admonishing look.
“First you hate that Nick is a Grinch and now you hate him for giving expensive
gifts. What is with you?”
“It’s one thing to be nice, but this is
nuts.” Sabrina grimaced as the screeching got louder with each beautifully
decorated gift opened.
One by one the presents were dazzling and
expensive and included an all expenses paid vacation to the Bahamas, a musician’s summer camp for
Judy’s autistic son, a semester of college paid for Trudy’s girl. Sabrina
realized she was thinking about the movie, It’s
a Wonderful Life, and flinched. Did the guy have a soul or did some flunky
do this for him? “Did you know about this?”
“No. I can tell you that or I would have
groaned. These had to have come from his private account. No matter what you
think, Nick St. Peter is fiscally responsible.” Tyler grinned. “Nice guy, eh?”
“Something's up. We’re all getting fired.”
Tyler slapped her arm. “I mean it, shut
up!”
Sabrina ended up sliding back toward the
bar, hovering near to the back wall as she eyed the insanity of the moment. She
had to admit, the guy had…something. She was just fearful there was indeed
another shoe. Nursing her drink, she felt shivers dance down her spine every
time someone opened up a gift.
As Santa glided through the crowd, walking
dangerously closer to her, her blood pressure rose. Santa began to steal quick
glances in her direction. And then again, so did Cord, who followed closely
behind the mysterious gift giver. Sabrina licked her lips and wished to be
anywhere else.
“Ho, ho, ho little lady. What can Santa
bring you today?” His eyes sparkled as he stood in front of her in all his
dazzling glory.
MR MISTLETOE – NAUGHTY NIGHTS PRESS
Brendon
Cannon was ready to make a New Year’s Resolution early and it included seducing
one hot chocolate bartender under the mistletoe. Making a proclamation in the
middle of a bar to his best friend, too bad Brendon didn’t have to guts to
follow through. Recently divorced and hiding behind a mask he was unable to
admit to himself he was gay let alone to his family and the big Christmas event
was just days away. But after a flirtatious night Brendon found himself
embroiled in a moment of heated passion that set him on fire. Terrified of his
reckless behavior he pushed away from Kris completely.
More than
intrigued by the man Kris had no idea what to do until a little elf decided to
intervene. A plan formulated it was going to take more than a bit of Christmas
Magic to give Brendon the courage he needs to be himself. But as luck and bit
of holiday spirit wraps around Brendon reminding him of what he desires the
most, he’s given a special gift and o
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