Monday, November 26, 2018

All I Want for Christmas is Books!


Ah, the holidays. Steeped in family traditions, lots of food, and...if you’re lucky...a couple of great gifts. Or, depending on your friends and family, a bunch of stuff you don’t need or want.

Gift shopping has got to be one of the most nerve-racking activities known to man (or woman). You start with a list, hopefully a short one, and you either go from store to store or from internet site to site (or both), until you’ve scratched off every name.

Have you made the right choice? Heaven knows your Aunt Lillie or Uncle Stan are going to smile and nod and mutter “thank you” even if they already have his and hers towel sets. Your niece or nephew are going to politely thank you for that gift that was popular last year but not what’s “lit” now.

After having endured many a Christmas where Grandma was obviously the last on the list after the spouses and children and subject to the “please just get me out of this store” gift, I’ve started sending my grown sons and daughters-in-law an “un-wish list”. It usually includes a plea to NOT get me the following: clothes (they never know the right size or style); kitchen gadgets (I have too many, not enough room, and don’t use them); ornaments or bric-a-brac (tree is full and I really don’t need another snowman statue); and ... most importantly ... no perfume or jewelry (I don’t wear either). I should amend that last bit. I do wear jewelry occasionally but have favorites and more than I need.

What do I want?  New sheets for my queen sized bed and books. Or, of course, anything handmade by one of my five grandchildren. Those personal gifts will never go out of style, nor will I ever have enough.

In the spirit of giving, I’d like to offer the readers of this blog a gift.

I’m giving away five sets of autographed 1920’s erotic romance novellas. The sets include, The Muse (a fun menage set in the world of speakeasies and art) and The Mysterious Mrs. Pennybaker (an award-winning, post-World War I story of spies and intrigue).

Here’s a sneak peek at both books:

Decadence, freedom and illegal activities…
Everything a sheltered debutante in the mid-1920s could want. When Hyde Park socialite Susan Leland meets up with Evan Forrester for the second time, she makes no excuses for their first meeting—an auto accident in which she broke the young artist’s wrist. She finds the handsome Evan both infuriating and intriguing, yet not quite as intriguing as sultry torch singer Holly Winters, a performer at Susan’s favorite supper club.

A chance to make amends…
By posing nude for Evan to paint. When Susan balks, Evan, not wanting to deal with an innocent, sends her away but not before the arrival of his next model, Holly Winters. As Susan’s preparing to leave, the beautiful and talented singer convinces her to come back the next day—so they can pose together.

Will Susan find happiness in the arms of Evan Forrester—or another?

And ...  
In the Roaring Twenties…

A former Hello Girl during WWI, widowed Ariel Pennybaker served her country proudly. She now carries on her late husband’s legacy…a home for the many returning, injured soldiers.

With her year of mourning nearly at an end, she’s had enough of her self-imposed celibacy. It’s time to get back in the game.

A chance meeting with a handsome WWI aviator has her imagining thoroughly naughty thoughts. When a second man walks into her life, her naughty thoughts turn downright decadent. What better way to fulfil her fantasies than by sharing both men’s beds.

As tempting as the idea is, Ariel has a huge secret, one she must protect at all costs. And, it’s possible one or both of her lovers is not what he seems.
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All you have to do to win is comment below about your worst of best holiday present and who gave it to you. I’ll draw five names from the comments and email the recipients.

I’ll be back again right after Christmas. In the meantime, have a safe, happy, and peaceful holiday season no matter which holiday you celebrate.

Nancy

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