Win a digital copy of HOLIDAY HANGOVER
I hope you had yourself a naughty little Christmas.
I didn’t expect much in my stocking this holiday season on account of good ol’ Santa Claus and his naughty and nice prerequisite. What a killjoy. I’m not saying I steal candy from babies or routinely park in a handicap spot. No. But I have my vices. Don’t feign innocence, you know you have weaknesses too. Me, I write kinky books. You don’t have to confess your sins.
Besides, the holiday season is all about being wicked. We attend parties with fat pills of decadent food so gluttonous the recipes are only unleashed once a year. I string up blinking red lights until my house resembles Santa’s little whorehouse. We chug hot toddy cocktails that leave us hung over and forgetful of stealing a kiss from the neighbor’s bad boy son who’s on probation for grand theft auto. Maybe that’s just me.
My point—why not embrace the excess of the season? Eat that cookie. Swig that “spiced punch” *wink*. Buy yourself an after Christmas present. You deserve it. But if your hubby blames me for maxing out your credit card, I don’t know you.
Here is my favorite warm holiday beverage. And the pleasant scent of it might even cover up the smell of dinner burning. The alcohol will make your guests not care about the food anyhow. If you’re serving New Year’s brunch—heck—it has apple and orange juice. The booze might make your family more tolerable.
Pour 2 quarts apple cider, 1 orange (with peel) cut into quarters, 6 whole cloves, 4 cinnamon sticks, 1 quart orange juice into a kettle and a sprinkle of nutmeg. Simmer 30 minutes. Add ½ cup of rum (or as I call it, Yum!). Serve in punch cups or coffee cups or Styrofoam cups (it’s all good).
What naughty-toddy-yummy-decadent-to-die-for treat do you look forward to every holiday season?* And it doesn’t have to be edible. It can be Jimmy Stewart in It’s A Wonderful Life. It can be a kinky Christmas book. Speaking of erotic holiday stories (ho ho ho), here’s the blurb for Holiday Hangover.
All work and no play has left Jane a very dull girl indeed. When she’s not working her day job, she’s spending any free time toiling for the benefit of her neighbors as the president of her condo association. At the annual holiday party, her Secret Santa gives her a basket full of naughty sex toys, someone’s inappropriate joke at her expense. Next thing Jane knows, she’s waking up in a strange bed with very little memory of the night before.
Sprawled across red satin sheets with a pounding headache and throbbing private parts, Jane struggles to recall whose bed she’s in before her new bed buddy finishes showering. Bits and pieces of memory come back to her, but the recollections don’t comfort, only confound her. It seems she’s going to have a merrier Christmas than she was anticipating.
Have a Happy New Year! And come visit me anytime.
*One lucky commenter will win a digital copy of HOLIDAY HANGOVER, winner will be selected using random.org on 12/29.