What Does Your Kink Say About You

Each one of my Naughty Holiday List books follows the story of one woman who has written down what she want in a man, and how she goes about finding it. There are several patterns that run through all five books. They each take place on a holiday. Each heroine is looking for love, but doesn’t find exactly what she was asking for. And they each have a specific kind of kink they dabble in.

Each of these kinks brings out something special in each of the heroines. Through their specific desires each women is able to access something she desperately needs, or tap into some area in her life she deserves more of her attention.

Callie’s story, Naughty List, starts off the series, and features one of my favorite kinds of kink. BDSM. I love to read BDSM and really enjoy writing it as well. So when I decided to write a series filled with kinks I knew I had to write one featuring some bondage. Yet there is a lot that Callie takes from her time tied up. Callie has a lot of trust issues due to the pain from her past fiancée’s deception. Through Eric’s domination, Callie must learn to trust, to open up to this man who cares so much for her, and allow in the love Eric has felt for her for so long.

Mallory is different than the rest of the girls in many ways. She’s not a teacher like the rest (though she was, but gave it up on after her mother’s death). She’s not looking for a Mr. Right, though that is half the fun of her story, Midnight Mirage. And she’s more standoffish and in need of love than other girls. Mallory’s lost her mother, has a strained relationship with her remaining family, and in desperate need of affection. Enter Gabe and Lincoln, double the love for the most surly of the Naughty Holiday List girls, which is exactly what Mallory needs to soften her up.

As soon as I realized I was writing stories about teachers I knew I had to have someone play the naughty school girl. It was just to delectable a fantasy to ignore. But as I started to get to know Krista in Valentine’s Ultimatum, I realized her kink of roleplaying wasn’t just to spice up her love life. Krista spends her whole life playing a role. The perfect daughter to her mother, the perfect girlfriend that doesn’t ask for anything from James. It’s only after she stops playing that role, and starts asking for what she wants that she gets her happily ever after.

From the very first inception, Amy was the quiet shy one of the group. No one ever would have guessed the type of kink she’d respond too. When Will gives her the first taste of exhibitionism in Foolish Desire she realizes there’s something very vital her life’s been missing. A little attention is just what Amy needs. Not just from the world, though she deserves that too, but from Will, from someone very special. And it’s only from being louder and more outgoing that Amy receives the respect and love she desires.

And in conclusion, there is Giselle. The one who’s perfect. Who believes she knows what’s right and wrong and won’t allow anything less of herself. And Giselle especially knows what’s appropriate and what’s not in each situation. Yet when Garrett whispers dirty little nothings into her ear, especially at the most inappropriate places, like work or the dance floor of her friend’s wedding, she turns into mush. But just like the other girls, her kink is actually an expression of her true needs. Its only by giving up on being perfect, and opening herself up to what she might deem inappropriate that she’s able to let Garrett in and find the love she’s been holding off for eight long years.

Each heroine in this series had a kink, a special need in the bedroom, but their kinks very clearly show who they are as people. Their desires show us very clearly what they truly want and what they need from their Mr. Rights.

So what does your kink say about you? Have you ever thought about it? Just like these characters we all have needs, feelings we desire and experiences we crave with those we love. So the next time your mind drifts off to a hot little fantasy, consider what it is you truly need, and go after that. Because that’s the only way to get what you truly desire, whether its bondage, respect or most importantly, love.

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Blurb

As her friend’s wedding approaches, Giselle Rossini feels more discouraged than ever. She’s not where she wanted to be in life. She loves her job, but longs for something else to fill her days.

When she walks into her ex-sweetheart Garrett at her school, declaring he’s the new auto shop teacher and he wants her back, Giselle finds her last refuge quickly vanishing. Years ago she loved Garrett, but all he did was break her heart and prove to her men are all the same.

Garrett Montgomery never stopped loving Giselle. And now he’s back, determined to work his way into her life. He’s not surprised Giselle isn’t ready to welcome him back into her arms, but he’ll do anything to earn her trust again. Garrett’s never been afraid of a little hard work, especially when it includes some dirty talking and getting naughty in the backseat of a car.

But can he break through Giselle’s perfect impregnable shell and into her heart, or will the labor be too much for him to withstand?

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Excerpts

Giselle fought for breath as Garrett sucked on her nipples, her entire body shaking against him. She shouldn’t be doing this. She should walk away. This wouldn’t end well, but with his hands on her, she couldn’t find the strength to even shift from his touch.

What was wrong with having one great night together? They were both adults. And God knows, they still had the passion and chemistry. Neither of them was entering into this under a false pretense. She hadn’t lied to Garrett. She’d been clear with him. They had no future together.

His hard groin knocked against her, and her body quivered. What little ray of logic she might have possessed before vanished. Her pussy clutched and dampened. Nothing mattered beyond fulfilling the need aching inside her. Whether it gave him the wrong impression, she didn’t care anymore. She’d deal with that later.

“Do you have a condom?” she whispered, threading her fingers through his hair and sucking on his neck.

“Yes,” he moaned, shifting her forward and fumbling in his pants pocket. He pulled out his wallet, his shaky fingers searching through the folds. “Here it is.” He displayed the foil packet triumphantly, and she completely agreed.

She’d never been more thankful for a man’s planning before. She hated to think what she would have done if his pockets had been empty. Leaving this car without having Garrett inside her wasn’t an option right now.

She pressed her lips to his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. He moaned, pulling her closer until his chest rubbed against her nipples. The heat in her stomach multiplied, circulating out to her fingers and toes, a special spot of heat flaring in her pussy.

She slipped her hands between them, finding his fly. She worked hard to push the button through its hole without ripping it off his pants in her haste. Between her fumbling fingers, her cloudy mind, and her desperate need, it was a much harder task than she anticipated.

His lips slipped down her throat, sucking on her pulse point. The small button gave way beneath her fingertips. The zipper easily slid down, leaving nothing between the two of them. “Thank God,” she whispered in pained relief, and Garrett chuckled beside her. No doubt thinking the same thing.

She grabbed the package from his fingers, ripping the wrapper with a quick twist and removing the treasure inside. His hands roamed her back as she did so, awaking every nerve in her body.

Sliding her hands into his pants, she found his cock. It was just as hard, long, and thick as she remembered. The sensation of his steel dick in her hands revved her body even higher, and her pussy gushed.

He moaned at her touch, thrusting his hips up to meet her hold. “You have the best hands, sweetheart. I’ve missed those hands on me.”

“Really?” She smiled, squeezing him, loving how he moaned at her touch. His thighs quivered, and she slid her fingers up and down his length. She’d missed this. Not just his above average cock—though she’d missed that, too, especially on long, lonely nights—but also the intimacy of skin-to-skin contact, and his pleasure-drawled words. No one else ever made her feel so sexy and desired as Garrett did. If only he made her feel secure and safe, too, they’d still be together.

“Of course, Dixie.” His eyes opened, meeting hers. “Everything you do to me is amazing. No one else has ever made me as crazy as you do.” He tucked her hair behind her ear to better meet her gaze. “In bed or anywhere else.”

She looked down, avoiding his stare. She couldn’t think about that, not right now. If she did, she’d probably run out of this car screaming. She didn’t want that. She needed this. She needed him. At least for right now.

She carefully rolled the condom down his cock, watching his face as she did so. He threw his head back and closed his eyes, his jaw clenched tight. His pleasure-filled expression curled her insides. She always loved that. His expressive face, his naughty, encouraging words. It all felt so natural, so normal, so right.

Pushing aside the emotion—she’d deal with it later—she rose up and straddled his lap. Her whole body shook with the fire running through her blood. Her pussy throbbed, her clit aching to be touched. That’s what mattered right now. Nothing else.

Garrett’s eyes rose to meet hers. His gaze molten. She shivered when he focused on her. His hand reached up between them to slide the crotch of her panties aside. “Are you wet for me, Dixie?”

Using his hard erection, he rubbed the thick head along her weeping slit, drawing a moan from her and a resounding groan from him. “You are, baby. You’re dripping.” The satisfaction in his tone almost made her moan again. How could he do that to her? With only words?

He rubbed his cock against her slick pussy lips, and her entire body shuddered. His other arm wrapped around her waist, offering her support as every muscle in her body trembled. “Is this, all this sweetness, for me?”

As much as she wanted to deny him, to give him yet another reason they wouldn’t be good together, she couldn’t do that. Her brain was too scattered, too Garrett-consumed, to lie to him. She gripped his shoulders, needing the support not to melt into a puddle right there in the car, and nodded.

The look of pure male triumph on his face almost took her breath away. Her heartbeat sped up a bit more. “Good,” he replied. And with one motion, he pushed his cock into her, filling her completely.

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