What are You Thankful for?

by Deanna Wadsworth

I have had a scary couple of weeks. When I blogged last, I was in sunny beautiful Aruba. It was the first vacation my husband and I have had in years, and should have been epic. Unfortunately, there was a dark cloud hanging over us the entire trip because out first dog, Bailey was quite sick. She’d spent a few days at the vet’s because of pancreatitis. She came home right before the trip and we believed she was on the mend. But while we were gone, she had a terrible relapse. She made it until we came home, but she was weak and not eating.

Miraculously, last Wednesday, three days after we returned, Bailey decided to eat. We thought it was a rally, which was why we let her eat an entire Hershey bar....and before you say anything, I’m not a moron. I know chocolate is bad for dogs, but she had been lying unmoving in her bed for NINE hours and we thought she was dying.

Then something changed.

She wanted my chocolate acai candies.

And she ate them.

Then she ate corn chips.

She ate her sister’s dinner, too.

And it all moved thru her digestive system properly....aka she pooped it out!

Now she is eating and gaining strength.

So you know what I am thankful on the official release day of my latest THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE book?

The in and out game, as we call our dogs’ insistent game of wanting inside then outside ten minutes later. I’m happy about dog poop. A cocker spaniel getting under my feet and almost tripping me while I am cooking. Barking at midnight to go outside. Dog teeth snapping at me when I give her a biscuit—she has always been a greedy pig and I am happy as hell to have that energy back.

Now that my dog is better, I can even look back on my Aruba vacation and forget the sad moments, and remember the delicious taste of Balashi beer and mahi mahi on the pier, the sight of iguanas everywhere, and the romantic moments with my hubby. Maybe vacation wasn’t epic, but it was pretty damn good, after all.

How about you guys? With Thanksgiving right around the corner, what are you thankful for? 

EVERYBODY HATES FRUITCAKE

Ivan has the bad luck to be the only elf at the naughty North Pole with fruitcake-flavored cum—and he’s not telling anyone. When fellow elf Jimmy hits on him, Ivan fears revealing his secret and losing a chance to have a real relationship with the sexy elf.

After all, everybody hates fruitcake!

Danni's wife Sheila is the Head Chef at the North Pole. Unfortunately, while Sheila hunts for the perfect recipe for fruitcake, she neglects her wifely duties. So when Ivan tells Danni about his dilemma, she devises a plan to solve both of their problems.

Can these two girls help Ivan realize he is perfect just the way he is? Will Danni's wife perfect her fruitcake recipe with Ivan's special ingredient? But most importantly, will Ivan have the courage to take Jimmy up on his offer?

EXCERPT:

A soft hand caressed mine. “Why don’t you like Jimmy?”

Naturally, Danni wouldn’t let it drop. “It’s not that,” I answered. “I like him a lot, actually. That’s the problem.”

She shook her head, her long black ponytail swaying. “That makes absolutely no sense.”

“Of course you don’t get it.” I brushed a lock of silky black hair off her brow. Her bangs were always falling in her eyes, and she didn’t flinch from my familiarity. “You’re perfect.”

Grinning, she said, “Well, that’s obvious. But it still doesn’t explain why you say you like Jimmy, yet you ignore all his advances.”

“Because I don’t know if I should do anything about it. He’ll just end up being disappointed.”

“I’m still going to go with, that makes absolutely no sense.” She gave me a head to toe once over. I managed a smile when she tipped back to take in my ass and give me a whistle—she was such a flirt. “You’re gorgeous, Ivan. And you’re funny. You forget I’ve seen you take care of those pathetic earthbound reindeer.”

“They’re not pathetic.”

“See what I mean? All the other Dökkálfar in the stables prefer to work with the flyers. But not you. You’re kind and patient. A real caregiver. So I ask you, what would Jimmy have to be disappointed about?”

I squirmed in my seat, unsure if I should tell her, but desperately wanting to. I had not breathed a word of it since I’d arrived, preferring to have my choice of lovers, rather than be laughed at like I had been in my hometown. But something about the sincerity, the kindness in Danni’s brown eyes made me feel like I should trust her. Like it was finally time to tell someone the truth.

“Because I taste like fruitcake.”

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Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

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