Friday, December 30, 2016

#NewRelease - Coming Together Under the Mistletoe - #Christmas #Holidays #Santa #Romance

Coming Together under the Mistletoe (edited by Delilah Night)

·      Release date   1.12.16 (but available for pre-order NOW)
·      Publisher         Coming Together
·      Genre              Erotic Romance

Coming Together: Under the Mistletoe is a collection of twenty-four pieces of erotic fiction & poetry edited by Delilah Night. This is a charity anthology, all proceeds to benefit Project Linus. The collection includes my short story, Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot?
Here’s what to expect from the anthology – 24 sizzling stories and poems, and all for just $3.99

Santa, Kinky (Blacksilk)
Kid Comet (Delilah Night)
All I Want for Christmas is Sex (Sheryl Collins)
Carpe Marine Christmas Package (Muffy Wilson) 
Silver Bells (M. Marie)
Tugging Reins (Sonni de Soto)
The Twelve Days of Christmas (DJK)
Strip Dreidel (Rob Rosen)
Under the Mistletoe (Ramona Thompson)
Accosting Santa (Sommer Marsden)
A Thaw in Midwinter (Blacksilk)
The Green Lady (James Malin)
A Christmas Eve in Snow (Marcia Conover)
Summer in December (Tamsin Flowers)
Patriarchal Winter Night's Dream (Jaylan Salah)
Hush (Maria Duendi)
Winter's Majesty (Stacy Savage)
Christmas in Minneapolis (CeCe Marsh)
The Road on a Winter Hike (Sarah Jaylan)
Baby, It's Hot Outside (Delilah Night)
Frosty (Corbin A. Grace)
Adrenaline Rush (Robert Buckley)
Goosebumps (Stacy Savage)
Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? (Ashe Barker)

Blurb : Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot? By Ashe Barker
She’s recovered, moved on. Her marriage is over. Or is it?
Cain has other ideas. Heather might have left him, fled to the wilds of bloody Scotland of all places to get away from him, but she never even signed the divorce papers he sent her. He’s wasted enough time and now he’s determined to settle things, one way or another. A decent spanking always used to work, but is it too late?
New year, new start. There’s only one way to find out…

Excerpt  (18+)
"Heather, you've had the divorce papers since July. Electronic copies, hard copies, courier delivered copies. You've ignored the lot. I emailed, my solicitor emailed. We've tried reaching you on the phone and got nowhere. So here I am, and I'm not leaving until this is settled."
"I'm sorry, I hadn't realised you were so keen to be rid of me." She couldn't conceal the bitterness in her voice, nor the tears which threatened to betray her anguish at having to face him again. He should have warned her he was coming. She might have been more prepared...
"I am rid of you. You've buried yourself out here, at the back of fucking beyond for the last two and a half years, with not so much as a text from you in all that time. I could hardly be more rid of you. But I don't like loose ends, and you're most definitely one of those."
She stepped back from him and started to turn away. "It's the holidays. I have plans..."
He followed, circling her so she had to continue to face him. "No, you don't… or at least, not plans that can't wait."
"What do you know? You know nothing about me, about my life. I..."
"Heather, I'm here to sort things out, that's all." He paused to glance around her workroom. "I'm guessing this is where it all happens? Your art?"
She nodded. "And as you can see, I have work to finish, so..." She marched past him, heading for the door. Beyond were the stairs leading up to the compact apartment above her workshop. She had no idea why she thought abandoning him in her studio would aid her case, but tears blinded her to all but the prospect of escape.
"Heather, stop."
That tone, that fucking stern and authoritative tone which would in the past have sent her dropping to her knees. Heather paused for just a moment, enough to gather her wits, then bolted for the door.
He was faster. As she grabbed the handle and pulled the door open he slammed it shut and bracketed her against it, his hands on either side of her shoulders.
"Let me go," Heather sobbed.
"No. I made that mistake once before, and look where it got me. This time, we handle our differences my way."
She rested her forehead on the smooth wood of the door. "What? You mean to fuck me? Or spank me?"
"Oh yes, I intend to do both."