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Christmas Wishes!


Welcome to another blog hop, this one of the holiday persuasion! What we have here is a week-long extravaganza! Christmas is my favorite holiday, and I’m feeling extra generous this year… I’m giving away three things! Hit up my rafflecopter below for your chance to win!

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Laurie’s Thoughts and Reviews

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Ho Ho Ho-Liday Giveaway!


Hi, Kids!

It’s no surprise that everybody likes free stuff, right? Well, have we got some free stuff for you!

I’ve partnered up with Alexandra Christian, Lucy Blue, Crymsyn Hart, and Selah Janel to create a fabulous Christmas present for one lucky reader!

What’s in it, you ask? Well, I can’t tell you everything, but I will at least give you this much:

Grand Prize: 1 Giant Gift Basket o’ Goodies, including these books:

“Under the Mistletoe” by Siobhan Kinkade
“Marked” by Siobhan Kinkade
“Jingle Balls” by Crymsyn Hart
“Hairy and Hung” by Crymsyn Hart
“Masquerade” by Alexandra Christian
“Second Skin” by Alexandra Christian
“Tender Bites” by Lucy Blue
“In the Red: by Selah Janel

There will be lots of other stuff in the basket as well, but we can’t give away all of our secrets!

There are two other prizes – a $10 Amazon Gift Code and a $5 Amazon Gift Code.


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Guest Blog: Drea Becraft

Today’s Guest post comes to us from the talented Drea Becraft, who also happens to be our gracious hostess for the upcoming Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop.  Today she’s talking to us about annoying Christmas songs and a bit of her own special Holiday cheer.


Annoying Christmas Songs
by Drea Becraft

Tis the season…yep the Christmas season.

I have most of my outside family already bought for but my children only a few things so far.  I am so looking forward to seeing all the faces of my loved ones as they open their gifts.

Recently I asked a bunch of friends what they thought the most annoying Christmas song was and I got everything from Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer to The Little Drummer Boy.

I think the most annoying Christmas song has to be Jingle Bells.  Its always being sung in program or outside the stores and quite frankly by the end of the season I am ready to strangle the bells lol.  Its not that I am not a very festive person but there is only so many times you can hear “jingle all the way” before wanting to jump off the top of the New York Christmas tree without a parachute.

So what do you think is the most annoying Christmas song?

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Aimee’s life changed one night, not long ago, when she staked a vampire to save another. Still reeling from that life changing night, Aimee decides to go home with Brenda, her best friend, for the holidays. She never expected Brenda’s brother, who comes off more like the Grinch then Santa, to have so many saint like qualities. Years spent alone, with no family or friends, plays heavy on her mind but Nic could possible be the one who changes it all.

has always been a sore spot for Nicolai. He’s the real saint Nic, but society has him all wrong. He’s no saint. In truth, he’s a vampire. Over the centuries, Nic has spent the holidays fighting off the ridicule from his younger brother and giving to those less fortune, not seeing his own worth. Until one mortal, brought home by his sister Brenda, changes the holiday and his outlook on life for eternity.

Is it possible that Nic has finally found his Mrs. Clause? When worlds meld, can Aimee find the happy ever after she once asked Santa for so many years ago, or is she doomed to spend forever lonely on Christmas?



With a flick of his hand, the lights next to the bed turned on as did a few lamps across the room. Once my eyes adjusted, I got a better look at the amount of presents. Hundreds, littered the room. The only space not filled was around the bed and a path to two doors in opposite directions. Red, green, and golds splattered the room in a festive show of color.

“You really are Saint Nic.” Astonished I tried desperately to keep my mouth closed.

“Please don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” Turning away from the presents I turned my gaze to Nic’s in question.

“Because I’m nowhere near a saint.” Brows furrowing Nic stared intently at the computer screen.

“Then how did you get the name?”

“That would be Jaysen’s doing. One day, not to long after I started giving the gifts, we got into an argument. I don’t remember most of what was said, after all, it was quite a while ago, but I do remember the comment was rather snide. To this day neither of us knows how it ended up outside our argument, but it still reminds me of that comment. Besides saints are deemed so because of the greatness they do for mankind all I do is give a few toys to some kids.”

Moved by the noticeable hurt in his eyes, a relentless knot twisted in my stomach. Though I still didn’t know him, the connection between us grew with each passing moment.

Whether it was hormones or the fact that we were supposed to be mates, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stand to see him sad.

I scooted out of the bed and made my way to him, wrapping paper shuffling under my feet. Then, as if it were the most natural thing to do, I lowered myself into his lap and hugged him close. “To those kids you are the world.”

“That’s why I do it every year. Though not in the grand scale that everyone thinks. I try to help at least a few orphanages and hospitals each year.”

“See, you are a saint. Every year you create the biggest rush of hope and joy to the children across the world. Though you can‘t help them all, the small sacrifices you have made over the centuries have helped to shape our world and helps friends and families learn the true meaning of giving. Without you there would be no hope of a perfect

Christmas. If that isn‘t the act of a saint, I don‘t know what is.”

With a grunt in my ear, Nic’s arms tightened around me as he buried his head in the hair between my shoulder blade and ear.

Pulling away slightly, I raised my hands and held of each side of his head. My fingers ran though the silken strands of his hair using that leverage I brought his head up until our eyes met. Leaning down I kissed his full lips with a slight brush of mine.

You are the best mate anyone could ask for. Speaking while our mouths were still fused, Nic sipped from my lips slowly.


Personally, The Twelve Days of Christmas has to be the most annoying Christmas song ever because IT NEVER ENDS!  But that’s just my opinion.

Thanks for stopping by, Drea!  I look forward to having you again very soon!

Guest Blog: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

Happy Monday!  We’re back with new blood this morning.  Please welcome Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy as she tells us a bit about Christmas memories and her upcoming holiday story, Sing We Now of Christmas.


When I reminisce about Christmas, there are certain sights, sounds, and smells evoked by memory. Although these days I put up an artificial no fuss tree, we always had a fresh cut evergreen in my childhood. The earliest Christmas trees I recall were Douglas Fir and later Scotch Pines but both offered up aromatic delights even if they dried out and dropped needles everywhere. When I walk past the Christmas trees for sale at the local market, I always pause to inhale the sweet scent. At home I often put a pine scented candle on my candle warmer to bring the familiar and coveted smell into the house.

Wreaths, poinsettias, a sprig of mistletoe, real holly complete with berries, and Santa’s face are other holiday icons which appear each year. Candles to represent hope are another must have item for my celebration. I adore the smell of even a plain wax candle, bringing to mind other festive occasions and the clean, bright flare of a flame burning in the night. The old idea of a candle in the window to light the way for a weary traveler or welcome someone home resonates with sentimental appeal. That’s why one of my first choices for the title of my new
Christmas release from Rebel Ink Press was “A Candle In The Window” but I always check out my potential titles.

When I did, I learned apparently a lot of other people feel the same warm and fuzzy feelings about the tradition so I went back to the drawing board and came up with a title borrowed from one of my favorite Christmas songs, Sing We Now of Christmas. The song is a 15th century carol and although I adore any version my top favorite is the instrumental version found on a CD I own with Highland Christmas music. The poignant music seemed perfect as inspiration for my Christmas novel.

I’d like to share the blurb:

When Jessica Martin met Johnny Devereaux that December, holiday magic filled the air but their love was no enchantment….he was, without doubt the love of her life and by summer, they were happy newlyweds with all their life and holidays ahead.
But when he failed to return home from a fishing trip on the Fourth of July, Jessica’s world is rocked to the foundation and when the authorities tell her that her husband is missing, presumed dead, she refuses to believe it.

As the months and seasons pass, no one else holds out hope but Jessica believes.
She knows he’ll be home for Christmas no matter what. Her family calls her crazy, Johnny’s family tries to help her find closure but Jessica’s heart refuses to surrender hope. When Christmas comes, the truth will come out to shock them all.

And here’s a little excerpt from the night my heroine Jessica met her Johnny…

She got up to leave, unhappy because her friend, Susan, spent all her time with the lead singer of the band, and backed into someone. In her haste she almost lost her balance. Strong arms caught her and held her upright as a voice said, audible above the music but not loud, “Whoa, there honey, take it easy.”

Jessica whirled, embarrassed, to mumble an apology. All her words faded away when she gazed into his eyes, dark brown and richer than sweet chocolate. He looked back with interest and she felt a strong sense of attraction. He wasn’t the kind of guy she would give a second glance under any other circumstance but tonight she couldn’t look anywhere else. Everything about him was opposite of what she liked in a man – she liked tailored, Brooks Brothers business charm and he radiated country cowboy.

He fit into his faded Wranglers as if they’d been made just for his long legs and his pearl snap button blue patterned Western shirt suited him. He towered above her, taller by several inches even without the worn cowboy boots he wore. She inhaled his scent, a potent mixture of musky cologne, tobacco smoke, and beneath it all, Irish Spring soap. His hands, still holding her arms, were warm against her bare skin and she was glad, now, that she’d worn the black silk halter top despite the cold instead of the red sweater she’d worn to school. Jessica made her voice work with effort, “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he said and she drank in his voice, strong and comforting with just
enough Oklahoma twang to make it interesting. “Would you care to dance?”

“I’d love it,” Jessica said as he released his grip on her arms to grab her hand
instead. “My name’s Jessica Martin.”

“I’m Johnny,” he said and she committed the name to memory, “Johnny Devereaux.”

He led her onto the tiny dance floor just as Mark began to sing the softer, sweeter
vintage country song, Lookin’ For Love. The old Johnny Lee song she remembered from that movie, Urban Cowboy, now felt like a theme song. She recalled watching it one late night in college, hating the boot scooting dance moves and the mechanical bull riding but loving the scene where Debra Winger danced to this same music with John Travolta. Such a coincidence she mused, Johnny Lee, John Travolta, and Johnny Devereaux.

Johnny put his arms around her and she cuddled close against him for the slow dance.

They swayed together, their easy motions in time with the music, and she felt safe. Jessica’s head fell short of his shoulder and so as they danced, she could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Above them, the stationary silver ball that must have once spun reflected the colorful Christmas lights strung above the bar and Jessica felt the strangest sense of coming home in his arms. She wanted to stay there forever, wrapped in that magic cocoon of his embrace, and hold this moment close to her heart.

And a few places readers, friends, and fans can find me:

A Page In The Life
Rebel Writer: Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy
Website http://leeannwriter.weebly.com
On Twitter @leeannwriter
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Thanks for sharing, Lee Ann!  The story sounds fabulous, and I can’t wait to read it!