Saturday, January 22, 2011

Your Weekend Sizzle: New Year's Naughty

I was thrilled today to discover a great little antho called New Year's Naughty available from All Romance! This book contains a sci fi story by Alysha Ellis and a contemporary erotic romance (with a crazy-ass twist--you'll NEVER see it coming!) by me. Oh, and my story is also ridiculously Canadian. I can't say exactly what that means...something about snow and Atom Egoyan-like weirdness. You'll have to read it and find out.

New Year's Naughty was released last year by Shadowfire Press, but until now it's only been available direct from the publisher's website. Well, now you can buy it from ARe, so...YAY! I'll tell you a little bit about it:

New Years Naughty Anthology

By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde
Alysha Ellis | Other books by Alysha Ellis
Published By: Shadowfire Press LLC
Published: Dec 18, 2009
ISBN # 9781935650645
Word Count: 24,000
Heat Index

Out of the Cold by Giselle Renarde.

Who will Amira ring in the New Year with when her online romance goes awry?

Timid Amira is desperately craving amusement when she meets the endearingly bashful Keith at a first aid training course. Too shy to ask for it, she sneaks a peek at his registration form to get his email address. After exchanging some very naughty notes, Amira decides they absolutely must get together on New Year's Eve. Imagine her surprise when she discovers she hasn't been communicating with cute Keith at all. Who will Amira ring in the New Year with now?

New World Order by Alysha Ellis

A New World. A New Year. A New Love.

After a pirate attack Aden Hircroft lands his damaged ship on Earth. He has to repair the damage and return to his own galaxy before the pirates trace him. They want his cargo and they won't care what harm they do to the people of Earth to get it. But Aden is torn between his need to escape and his desire for Lisa, the woman he meets when she comes to investigate the crash site. As New Year's Eve looms closer, Lisa and Aden race to refit his spacecraft and explore the passion that develops between them.

Out of the Cold by Giselle Renarde.
Ever since that fateful December day, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Keith's body had been so close behind her, she could still feel it there at times. Her skin sizzled. Her breath fluttered. Her auntie asked if she was feeling sickish. "What? Sick?” she asked. Of course she felt sick—lovesick! Family never understood. "No, Auntie, I'm fine. Tired, maybe. I'll go to bed early tonight.”

Her auntie, sister, and cousins all stared at her from around the dinner table. She tried not to miss meals. Since she'd moved into her auntie's basement apartment, the family wondered
what's up with that girl? any time she didn't eat with them. They always mistook emotion for illness. She couldn't wait to steal back to her own space and daydream in peace. Even just thinking back over the time they spent with his long arms wrapped around her curves made her ecstatic. It was too bad they didn't get to practise mouth-to-mouth together. That would have been nice. But no, they used a dummy for that nowadays.

By the time their first aid class was over, Amira was burning up inside. She wondered if Keith felt it too, but how could she possibly ask? When she opened her mouth, silence fell out. Anxiety won, as usual. He left. For a few sad seconds, she thought all was lost and then she caught sight of the registration list on Sheila's table. How sleazy would it be to sneak a peek at Keith's personal information? All she really wanted was his email address. And it's not like she was going to spam him or anything. Was it really such a big deal?

Amira grabbed a pen from her purse and scrawled the address on the inside of her arm as she set a direct course for the exit. Though her body was burning up already, she put on her knit scarf, hat, mitts, and baby blue pea coat. Out into the cold of another Canadian winter. It wasn't even really the cold that bothered her. Mostly, she hated that it got dark at four in the afternoon. No wonder Christmas, Hanukkah, and New Year's all fell around the time of year, when the sun was at its most evasive. Imagine how desperate the population would become without all the little twinkle lights and giant glowing orbs that kissed the cityscapes of North America.

Big, chunky flakes fell in wet clumps, melting against her hot cheeks. It was a mild snowfall that day, she reflected as she stared at her computer screen after dinner with auntie et al. "Packing snow,” Canadians called it. Why did they call it that? Probably because it was the only kind of snow you could pack together to build a snowman. They should call it snowman snow. She laughed at herself as she eased back in her chair. Naming the snow, eh Amira? Well, she'd already exhausted every other avenue of procrastination. After a week of postponing her plan to make contact—Not today; it's Christmas Eve. Wouldn't want to interrupt his Christmas Dinner. Can't today, it's Boxing Day—she was adamant the day had arrived. When she pictured Keith's large hazel eyes contoured with thick, long lashes, and imagined standing on tip-toes to kiss him, she was more determined than ever. His caring eyes could melt the icicles from the eaves. She imagined those eyes staring back at her from the computer screen. The time was nigh. Now, where to begin?

Hello Keith.

No, too formal.

Hey Keith.

No, too casual.

Hi Keith.

Yes, that was perfect! Pulling her curly hair into a ponytail, she stared at the body of her email. Okay, so she had the first two words. What next?

Hi Keith,

My name is Amira. We met last week at the first aid training session. I was just wondering if maybe you might remember me?

Man, this attempt at flirtation was "like, so totally boring,” as her little sister would say. Amira scrapped it all and started over.

Hi Keith,

Amira here, from the first aid course. I'm sure you must remember me, because I can't stop thinking about you.

Well, how was that for ridiculous? There was no way good, quiet, respectable Amira could send anything so silly. It wasn't her. Although, come to think of it, good, quiet, respectable Amira never had much fun, did she? And why not? Because she was too afraid of appearing foolish? Of being turned down? What kind of a reason was that to always play it safe? Everybody needed a little bit of fun in life, and after years of self-denial, she was desperately craving amusement. Why not, just this once, tell someone what she was really thinking? If Keith thought she was a total moron, that was fine. She would probably never see him again anyway. But if Keith had the same thing in mind, Amira's life might just become a lot more exciting.

New World Order by Alysha Ellis

He looked at her through half closed eyes. "Even before the drive went bad, there was only a thirty percent chance I'd get through with my life or the cargo intact. Conditions in the rest of the galaxy are harsh and no one depends on anything. You survive on your own if you survive at all. It would be good to have one night of peace, of softness. I'll leave tomorrow.” His voice lowered. "So, Lisa. You haven't told me yet. How long do we have to wait before we can fuck?"

He opened his eyes and looked at her. She felt the heat of his gaze warming her all the way through. He hadn't made any attempt to hurt her, not even in retaliation for her kick. Sure he'd take off for the other side of galaxy the moment he repaired his ship, but that was a good recriminations, no consequences. Just one night of sex before she settled back into her habitual sexual drought.

So, no real negatives and the benefits were obvious. He had a body to die for. Young, fit... surely space pilots would have to be fit? What did she have to lose? He'd already told her he was disease free.

She picked up the plates and dropped them into the sink, then she turned. She tried to speak, but had to clear her throat of the monolith that seemed to have lodged there. "Would now be good?”

Buy it now from All Romance ebooks!

Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

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