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Let me introduce myself. I am Ms.
Claus, but you can call me Frieda.
Some people mistake me for my
twin brother’s wife. *gag* Nick and I run the North Pole, well.... actually
Nick does more of the running this time of year which is probably why Jorge,
our social media director, asked me to participate in his little Countdown to
Christmas blog tour. Jorge said I can talk about whatever I want, so I thought
I’d tell you all about the big bash I host on Christmas Eve.
No one is as libidinous as Nordic
elves so I hold a contest to see which ones will get to spend that magical
night with. Every name gets put on my List and the finalists get to audition
live in front of all the other elves as soon as Nick leaves to deliver toys to
all the brats—yeah, sorry I'm not the maternal type. Any elf can enter but only
the best are chosen. Lately I happen to be on a cock kick. Sorry ladies! But
with elves like Pip, Eric and Lars available, who can blame a gal?
Watching the three of them go
out it was like a dream cum true!
Yes... I didn't spell that incorrectly, so don't edit me, Jorge.
Speaking of Lars, I believe his
book comes out today—Fun & Games With Rudolph. I'm wondering what Rudy has
to do with Lars’s story, but I have a feeling Nick has something to do with it.
He's always up to something.I sure do hope Lars ends up with a happily ever
after. He deserves is, even if some people think he’s a jerk. In truth, he’s a
really great guy. But ever since I was with Lars he's been a bit different.
I can have that effect on
people, making them identify their innermost desires so they can go after them.
Sometimes it's as simple as being in line behind one of the elves in the Great
Hall who doesn’t know what kind of cookie they want. I can just tap them on the
shoulder and suddenly they know that they wanted snickerdoodles. Other times
it's more complicated. Like this elf named Sarah. She had no idea she wanted to
be tied up and spanked, until we spent a naked afternoon together. Now she's
having a great Dom/sub relationship with her girlfriend Helga.
See? I’m a helper.
After Lars was with me he
realized there was something missing in his life, too. Although he hasn't quite
accepted it yet.... but it's coming. And hopefully it'll be all kinds of peanut
buttery goodness.
Boy, that man tasted delicious!
Since today is all about Lars’s
story—Fun & Games With Rudolph, I brought along an excerpt of his book to
share, but before you read it, enter our Countdown to Christmas giveaway on
this rafflecopter thingy. You can win a $20 Amazon gift card and the first Three Naughty North Pole
Books....my book Ms. Claus' Wish, and one
about my friends Pip and Erik in Pip's Boxing Day Wish and
then the story about Nick and Jack Frost, A Gift for Santa. I had to skim that
one. TMI!!!
Make
sure you hit the next stop on the blog tour is at thenovelapproachreviews.com this coming Monday. Jack Frost himself will be blogging and
you can enter to win the contest again!
Any ways, I’m off. I got places to go and elves to do, LOL. Merry
Christmas, folks! I’ll catch ya later!
~Frieda
FUN&GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Naughty North Pole Book Four
By Deanna Wadsworth
Blurb:
Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs
Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the
dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he's been having a romantic
textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber
boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there
is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to
personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the
North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar
Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a
break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the
two elves to hole up in Rudolph's cabin, will they find a way to make their own
fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this
night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
EXCERPT”
“What were you thinking?” my
rescuer growled as he put his sword away. “These damn sleigh bells are like
painting a big target on your back that says ‘come eat me.’”
His crusty demeanor and bad
temper irked me. “Well, how in the name of Christmas was I supposed to know
that I would get attacked by a yeti?”
“Never mind,” he said with a
surly grunt. “Get over here.”
Tamping down my frustrated
tears—I’d almost been killed and this guy was scolding me like I was a wayward
child—I joined him, having no idea how he intended to free the animals when
they were thrashing about, tangling themselves even worse.
The warrior removed his
gloves. To my shock, his hands appeared normal, no claws or magic sparks or
anything. Without fear of the beasts or their projectile antlers, he placed one
hand on each reindeer, whispering words I didn’t understand. The soothing
melody of them made me think he might be speaking the ancient language of the
Elven races, but I had no idea what he said.
Instantly, the beasts calmed.
I stared in shock, my
adrenaline still pumping. “How did you—?”
Eyes that had first appeared
to be glowing stared out from above the balaclava covering his face. Snowflakes
sparkled atop heavy lashes and the slight red in his brown irises indicated he
was not a god, but rather a Dökkálfar.
“No time for explanation, my
young elf,” he said. “We have to get them free.”
Nodding obediently, I agreed
to help.
I assisted the best I could,
holding the things he told me to hold while he did all the work. Lula was the
first one loose and the second she realized it, she bolted and ran up the ridge.
“Wait!” I called after her.
“She’ll be fine,” the other
elf told me. “Lula knows the way to my barn. Help me with Betty. She looks
hurt.”
“Lula poked her with an
antler.”
“Doesn’t surprise me with
that one. Lula’s a real pistol.” I could hear the smile in his voice and, when
it wasn’t yelling at me, it was a very pleasant, youthful sound, one that
soothed me as much as it had the beasts. Though a dead yeti lay mere feet from
me, I suddenly felt safe and protected beside this elf.
“Well, Betty,” he said to the
reindeer. “Let’s see if ol’ Lula got you for real this time, or if you’re fit
enough to walk.”
Thankfully, once he released
the harnesses, she was able to stand. After he ran his big hands over her
withers and legs, he buried his face against hers, whispering more of those
ancient words. She huffed a few frosty breaths and tossed her head, as if
nodding.
“What’s your name, elf?” he
asked me.
“Lars.”
“Well, Lars, what say you and
I let Betty carry us out of this place before any more yetis show up?”
“Sure,” I said, letting out a
whoosh of breath. Curious, I stared at the big, fur-covered elf but already had
my suspicions about the answer. “Who are you?”
“Name’s Rudolph.”
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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