Twelve Jared Padalecki's a drumming!

On the Twelfth Day of Sex-Mas deanna brought to me.....

 

Twelve Jared Padalecki's a drumming!

JoAnne Kenrick is bringing in the LaST day of Sex-Mas with one of my favorite hotties!!!

Why, Santa, thank you! How good you've been to us girls (and boys), bringing us the man that is...well, just IS. He is Jared Padalecki.  Better known to most of us as simply Sam. Or a Winchester brother. Yes, we're talking one of the hotties from Supernatural.

He fights demons, slays vampires, put's up with his equally sexy brother, and kicks some serious sarcasm ass. Well, maybe he doesn't, but Sam does! In real life, he's a doting father...and married. Ugh, oh well, we all know how powerful Christmas wishes can be, don't we? So wish away!

I mean, who wouldn't want a Sammy under their tree this holiday?

"Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know? " -- Sam Winchester, A Very Supernatural Christmas

Hey, Sam... it's not just kids who are attracted to men who smell like candy ;) So candy up! Ho. Ho. Ho.

Oh, if it isn't enough his bod smell of candy, I bet those puckered up lips do, too.

Okay. Fine. He has sucky taste in shorts. But *sigh* he makes up for it in abs and attitude, if not with his singing talents, erm, or lack there of.

Fine. He's got demon blood flowing through him. Whatever! I can deal, if that's what gives him those dark, pensive eyes and broodiness. I'm ready to leap to the dark side, if this is what awaits me. Mwahahaha.

And seriously, does this dude know how to decorate a tree! Not bad for a demon, right?

And he knows just the right thing to say when you're feeling down. 

Deploying his puppy dog eyes, Sam Winchester quote from Tall Tales -- "But I want you to know.. I'm here for you. You brave little solider. I acknowledge your pain. Come here!"

Alrighty then, if you insist, Sammy. I think this is my cue to say goodbye so Sam can ease my pain in private ;) Of course, said pain may have been caused by some awful rendition of Silent Night, but he doesn't need to know that. Headache or not, just like any girl, I'm sure I could solider on.

Merry Christmas, may Santa deliver you a very, very tasty treat this year! Meanwhile, why not spoil yourself with this little tasty treat.... psst, Jared was somewhat of an inspiration for Arden, the hero. An Irish Jared, holy Santa Clause. Did I just die and go to romance hero heaven?

A snowed-in holiday romance set in a remote Irish castle.

Series: Irish Kisses, four. Can be read as a stand alone.

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Hot winter kisses to warm broken hearts….

Sick of tending to everyone else’s needs around the holidays, divorced barmaid and granny Sandra ferries it from London to Belfast. All she wants for Christmas is some peace with a romance story in front of a roaring fire in a remote Irish castle. What she gets is a most unexpected Christmas present from her friends at Bell’s—A 1Night Stand with a young Irishman.

Can she hack it in the real world of romance, or are life’s complications and treacherous snowstorms best left to the pages of a book?

Newly widowed Ardan Draighean owns Ballygalley castle. Once run as a hotel with his late wife, the stone building now serves as a home for him and his son. After hearing about Madame Eve’s matchmaking skills, he contacts her in search of the perfect match. Although much older than him—by fifteen years—Sandra is his ideal woman. He be damned if he’ll let a good story get in the way of his happy ever after with her.

Hot winter kisses are all this couple needs to stay warm this Christmas, but will the heat stay long after the magical season of mistletoe has finished?

Eleven Jim Caviezel's Piping

On the Eleventh Day of Sex-Mas Deanna brought to me....

Eleven Jim Caviezel's piping!!!!

Take it away Wendy Burke!!!




Did you know that the hero in my latest novel, NICK was based on Jim Caviezal??
  
Want to know why?

Oh, here is why...

So, I’ve been taking a look at all the hunks Deanna’s had on her blog so far during this run, and a feel a bit inadequate.  I wanted to use all the hunks I’d ‘lusted over’ in the past (and in some cases still do!) but DW was insistent that I use the model for my latest story  Wise Men Say. And that hunk would be – okay, go ahead and groan now – Jim Caviezel.

I’ve been a fan of his well before he was John Reese in Person of Interest or Jesus in The Passion of the Christ.  My ‘perking up’ came about years ago in High Crimes and Déjà vu – and I watched that one for another reason – Denzel Washington. But, I digress…

Some would say there’s nothing overly ‘spectacular’ about Jim, he’s got that plain, all-American kid-next-door look to him, and maybe that’s what’s attractive to me. Regardless, he was the perfect model for the male character in my latest release  Wise Men Say, from Decadent Publishing.

Shortly after I send the story to the submissions editor, this picture showed up somewhere on Facebook. It happens on occasion, someone goes picking through the photo folder in my head – and boom there it is! To top it off, he’s even dressed the part of the character!

And, I couldn’t appear on this blog without offering up some free stuff! Just zip me an email: wendyburke1994@bex.net by 12:01AM Dec. 26^th and one person will win a copy of  Wise Men Say and a beautiful hand blown glass Christmas ornament! 

Good Luck – thanks for reading and Merry Christmas!

BLURB:

More than twenty years ago, Emmy Patterson kissed her fiancé for the last time. Despite bad news from U.S. military services, to this day she has reasons to hold on to hope he's alive and celebrates his life every chance she gets.

Her family, however, thinks her partly crazed, unable to grasp the reasoning behind her perpetual optimism.

Called on a business trip to promote her glass artwork, she spends the winter holidays in Las Vegas.  Is this chance travel to the The Castillo in Vegas a coincidence, or does the wise Madame Eve know ‘some things’ were meant to be?

EXCERPT:

     Usually after so much time in the cold, she’d be tired but instead she tossed and turned.

     Office of the Pentagon.

     Why did that have to come today?    

    “Dammit.” Getting out of bed, she went to her closet. Dragging out a step stool, she reached for the box tucked in the furthest corner of the shelving. She got a hand on the container, and with reverence, she slipped it from its resting place. Careful, it’s almost all you have left of him.

     Cross-legged on her mattress, with the linens and comforter bunched about her, she smoothed a small area and placed the box there. She slipped off its lid. Inside sat a flat, vacuum-packed plastic bag holding a near-ratty sweatshirt. The word Navy printed on the front, faded and close to illegible, the article of clothing had seen many washings.

But, yet, it hadn’t been washed in twenty years.

     Removing the shirt from the bag, she placed it in her lap where she stroked the decade’s old piece of clothing. Closing her eyes, she remembered Nick’s solid biceps filling out the jersey fabric, his well-cut pectorals curving the front. Slipping a hand into the pullover’s opening, she imagined his flat, muscled tummy meeting her touch and her finger tracing a dark trek of cottony down.

     She smiled, seeing his salacious grin in return, while his hand grasped hers, willing it further into his boxers.

     “Where are you, Nicky?”

     Stretching out, she kept the sweatshirt close to her face. It irritated her that she could barely discern his scent considering she’d taken such care to retain it.

     He filled her mind. Sure, she had photo upon photo of him, of them together, but those images captured not the essence of her Nick; his kindness, loyalty, dedication to her and to his country, and of course, the physical memories. She cursed herself, reaching far back into her memory, trying to extract the sound of his voice. Would I even recognize it if I heard it?

     She clutched the fleece closer, her free hand caressing low on her belly. She fantasized his specter kisses on her neck. Burying her face further into his clothing, she dug her hand under the waistband of her flannel pajama pants.

     Even after so many years away, the mere thought of him aroused her; his beautiful, well-cut muscles flexing as he undressed, honed from workouts no gym rat could ever tolerate. The taste of his mouth, bright and pepperminty, his talented tongue, so insistent she swore he had the ability to suck her clit inside out. She gasped into the blue material as she slipped her finger deep between her folds, dreaming of him.

     Holding back tears, she recalled the first time Nick had touched her in such a manner. After they’d dated for about a year, Nick got relocated from Virginia to California for SEAL training. Meeting up in Las Vegas proved easy, a cheap flight for both of them—her from Milwaukee and him from San Diego. In her mind, she leaned back into Nick’s broad chest as hot tub bubbles tickled her bare skin. The sunset over the Vegas Strip had been magnificent. After emptying a bottle of Moet to toast Nick’s new career path, some extensive fooling around ensued. In her memory, he lifted her from the tub, carrying her to bed. That moment, he kissed her in a way he’d never done before—and with good reason, that night, with her permission, he he’d taken her virginity.

     She panted into the sweatshirt, her tissue swelling around her drenched finger. “Oh!” An electric burning sensation forced her finger from direct clitoral contact, but she forged through it, bringing herself over the edge. She cried out, her arms legs and torso trembling through her orgasm.

    “I miss you, Nicky….” 

    She clutched the one remaining possession of her fiancé and cried herself to sleep.

 

Wendy can be found at her BLOG and Facebook

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Ten LL Cool J's a Leaping!

On the Tenth Day Of Sex-Mas Deanna brought to me....

Ten LL Cool J's a Leaping!!!

And Jaxx Steele to talk all about him!!!

  

Hello, people!

Jaxx Steele here to share my hottie…LL Cool J! 

The 10^th day of Christmas is so appropriate for LL. He released 10 CDs before retiring from the rap world and has been in 10 movies before taking his place as Sam Hanna on my favorite show NCIS: LA. 

For the record, I liked NCIS before they did an LA version…his presence just uped the shows watch-ability “10” fold.

 

Those who know me know how much I love men over 40, especially the ones who keep themselves in naked beach shape. They are intelligent, worldly, and confident. LL Cool J fits that perfectly. What’s not sexy about a man that knows what he wants?

Speaking of sexy… LL looks good dressed up…

 

Dressed down…

 

Or half dressed.

This man is like wine…getting better with age!

 

I had LL in mind when I did my pirate story, A Day On Plunderer’s Pride. 

Just picture LL with one of those sultry, deep, goose bump inspiring Jamaican accents. *shakes off a shiver* 

Yeah, that’s why he is the model for Nigel. If you want that shiver I just had read A Day on Plunderer’s Pride.

Life is hard, but worthwhile on the pirate ship Plunderer's Pride. Follow Captain Julian Hazard and his band of ruffians as they go about their daily business. As you endure their daily struggles and nightly rewards you may find that a pirate's life may be for you, too.

A Day on Plunderer’s Pride is available now at Muse It Hot HERE

Find Jaxx at:

Website: www.jaxxsteele.com   Blog: www.jaxxsteele.blogspot.com 

Facebook: www.facebook.com/jaxxsteele   Twitter: www.twitter.com/jaxxsteele

For tomorrow's Hottie make sure you visit Wendy Burke's blog!