Under Holly’s Stockings
Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to talk about earrings, a special holiday gift I once received, and my latest release, Under Holly’s Stockings, a holiday erotic romance.
The Earring Before the Ear
One Christmas I received a gift from an uncle I didn’t see very often. It was a beautiful pair of earrings shaped like leaves. Unfortunately, they were for pierced ears. He didn’t know my ears weren’t pierced. I accepted the gift with gratitude and immediately took them to the jewelry store to have them converted to clips. That probably cost more than the earrings.
Later, I began to think. Maybe I should pierce my ears. What’s really holding me back? For one thing, my family wasn’t into it because they thought it was mutilation. That’s nothing compared to what people are piercing now! I finally did it a year or two later, and it was one of the best decisions I ever made. It put an end to clip earrings that pinched my earlobes to mincemeat and/or made them swell from metal allergies.
The screw-on kind wasn’t much better because they kept falling off. At work one day I had to get some information from a sexy co-worker in the Drafting department. When I bent to put my file on the table, my earring decided to take a flying leap. His gaze caught mine and he gave me a very slow, sexy smile. It was as if I was becoming undressed before his eyes. That kind of thing happens a lot less with pierced earrings, but I’d still never go back.
In my story, Holly and Michael skip the getting-to-know-you part and go straight to the physical sizzle, decorating each other’s bodies with Christmas goodies. While some say this makes it harder to have a relationship later, it’s not impossible. It’s just putting things in different order.
Under Holly’s Stockings
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Release Date: 11 December 2013
eBook ISBN #: 978-14199-49340
Stay tuned for reviews and more: http://www.aftonlocke.com/holly.html
After being stood up at the altar last Christmas, Michael dreads the holiday. When a woman wearing sexy red stockings on the subway propositions him with a day of sex, seems there’s no time like the present to get back into the spirit of the season!
Having just lost her mother, Holly will do anything to avoid being alone on Christmas. But when Michael arrives, nothing goes as planned. Despite the joy of exploring each other’s bodies with all the holiday trimmings, her emotions get in the way.
When Michael realizes the way to get under Holly’s stockings is through her heart, he’ll have to put the ghosts of his Christmas past to rest.
Rose, Exposed – Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 – All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
When a westbound metro train on the orange line came to a screeching stop in Rosslyn, Virginia, Michael Tyler hurried inside and grabbed a seat near the window. Thank God there’s no music in here, he thought as he placed his briefcase by his feet on the orange carpet. If he heard one more tired Christmas song, he swore he’d be ill.
Everywhere around him people rattled shopping bags. Women chattered about the gifts they’d bought for their kids, or what they planned to cook for Christmas dinner. Year after year, it was the same old thing. Wasn’t anyone else tired of it by now?
Michael loosened his tie with relief when the doors closed and the train glided into motion. The sooner he got home, the sooner he could get this rotten holiday over with.
At the next stop, he blinked with surprise when a tall girl fell into the seat next to him. It was a miracle she didn’t drop all of her bags in the process. Who in their right mind did all their shopping on Christmas Eve? If he had decided to celebrate this holiday, he would have shopped online at least a month early.
“Hi! Merry Christmas!” she announced with sickening cheer.
Disgust rolled through his stomach. Why hadn’t he put his briefcase on the seat? Without looking at her, he returned the greeting in a tone of voice that warned her to mind her own business.
He noticed she had long, black hair and kissable lips coated with shiny, red lipstick. Her short, wool coat fit snugly, hinting at high, perky breasts.
Look away, damn it! But no, he had to torture himself with the reminder he hadn’t been with a woman in over a year. Her plaid skirt was so short he could hardly see it. What he did see were a pair of long, shapely legs encased in bright-red stockings. Lust, long dormant, kindled to life in his groin.
Maybe this was his Christmas gift. He could jack off in his condo tonight while he fantasized about those legs. After all, she was a complete stranger and looked nothing like Marcie…
He stared out the window, counting the lights passing by in the dark tunnel as the train pulled into the next stop, revealing an arched, honeycomb ceiling. The woman fussed with her bags, rattling them until Michael thought his head would explode.
A small, glittery Christmas ball rolled out of one of her bags, making a soft thunking sound on the carpeted floor.
The innocence of her voice aroused him more than a hand on his cock. He reminded himself she probably had a husband and five kids waiting at home. Doing his gentlemanly duty, he bent to pick up the ball for her.
At the moment, the train lurched into motion, causing him to fall across those warm, scarlet legs.
His nose filled with subtle feminine musk. Was it the soap she might have rubbed on her long legs this morning while she shaved them? Or was it the sweet aroma of her cunt, tucked inside that short skirt—a gift for him to open?
Hard and throbbing, his cock surged inside his trousers while he scrambled off her. He longed to spread those long legs and unroll the red stockings, inch by inch, down her legs. Instead, he allowed his palm to brush the back of one shapely calf.
With sweat coating his brow, he slumped against his seat. He definitely needed to jack off tonight. Repeatedly.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Uh, did you manage to grab the ball?”
Her brown eyes glinted with mischief at his words and then saddened. “It rolled away.”
Her face, on the verge of crumpling, reminded him of a child who had just learned there was no Santa. Probably the same way his face had looked last year during the worst Christmas ever.
As if the lust weren’t enough to deal with, his chest swelled with something else. Protectiveness. For some reason, he experienced the sudden urge to turn the train car upside down to find her Christmas ball.
His stop wasn’t far away. He’d never see her again. Instead of the relief he expected, he felt regret.
“Looks like you have big holiday plans,” he found himself saying.
A brave smile battled with the sadness on her face as she nodded. “I’m going all out this year. It’s probably silly because I’ll be alone.”
He blinked with surprise. “You? Alone? I mean, that’s not so bad. I’ll be alone too…working.”
It was a half truth. He didn’t have to work tomorrow, but he’d brought home plenty of paperwork to get him through the day.
She glanced out the window as the train stopped again. “Oh! My stop is next. I have a proposition for you.”
Great. She must be a call girl. He might be horny right now but he wasn’t that horny.
With a trembling hand, she brushed back a long, silky lock of hair. “I don’t want to spend Christmas alone. Will you come to my apartment and celebrate the day with me?”
Indecision seized Michael’s throat. “I-I don’t even know you.”
She clasped his forearm. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Entrance to Ecstasy, my paranormal print anthology, will release from Ellora’s Cave on 24 December 2013.
Stripper With Spice is coming soon from Ellora’s Cave.
Getting back on her feet after unemployment, Janice Sullivan, a financial analyst, treats herself to an erotic romance convention. Winning a two-hour fantasy date with Carlos Aguilar, a young Mexican-American stripper, she decides to have a one-time fantasy fling.
When Carlos entices her back to the bedroom—and a few public places—for more sizzling sex, he unleashes her passions, including a secret desire to be a chef. Janice learns there’s more to this heartthrob than a hot body, but job security comes first.
To convince her he’s more than a fantasy, he teaches her trust with his body. But when that trust is finally tested to the limit, will she cling to safety or take a chance on a whole new life?
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