I'm so happy to be hosting fellow EXtasy Books Author Denise Wheatley today, who is also a good friend of mine, as well as a talented author.
Today, she talks about her book "A Naughty Jolly Christmas", which was released today on eXtasy Books' website.
A
Naughty Jolly Christmas:
Someone is about to have
the best holiday ever…
Sasha Williams is an African-American public relations
powerhouse who’s come a long way from the tough streets of Chicago to glamorous
Los Angeles. While she loves her LA life, she hasn’t forgotten her roots and
always goes back home to celebrate Christmas with her tight-knit family. This
year, however, Sasha’s holiday plans are nixed when she’s forced to accompany
her sexy, notoriously naughty new client Drake Lancaster on the press tour for
his upcoming Christmas movie.
Sasha’s furious, yet finds herself overcome with lust
when Drake strolls into her office. She’s surprised considering she’s never
dated a white man. Drake’s attraction toward her is just as intense, the pair
partake in a hot, steamy sex session right there in her office!
Despite Sasha’s promise to keep things all business
during the press tour, their sensual trysts heat up even further while out on
the road. In the end, Sasha must decide whether their cultural differences,
along with her secret painful past and Drake’s playboy reputation, are worth
her risking her heart and career—especially without knowing whether this is the
real thing or a racy fling.
A
Naughty Jolly Christmas is Available Now!
Excerpt:
Drake appeared in Sasha’s office doorway, up close and
personal, in all his sexy glory. He slowly eyed her from head to toe. Judging
by the look of admiration in his penetrating gaze, he liked what he saw.
“So,” Drake
began, his titillating tone filled with flirtation, “you’re the notorious Sasha
Williams who’s been hired to clean up my image and take me to the next level…”
Drake’s smooth, deep voice sent shivers through her
eardrums straight down to her panties. And just like that, her self-control
slipped away.
Sasha struggled to compose herself. She managed to
force a smile and extend her trembling hand. “Hello, Drake. It’s a pleasure to
meet you.”
He gently took her hand in his and bowed slightly,
kissing it softly. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Drake straightened up but didn’t let go of her hand.
His firm grip and rugged skin sent delicate tremors straight up her arm. He
slowly studied her face. Then he shamelessly became transfixed on her breasts,
licking his lips hungrily.
Sasha froze. She felt lost underneath the spell of his
intoxicating stare and stimulating touch.
Drake sauntered over to the door and locked it.
Sasha swallowed hard. “Can I, uh, can I get you
something to drink?”
“Nope. I’m good. I’ve got everything I need right in
front of me.”
Sasha’s heart thumped erratically. She watched Drake
head over to the other side of her office.
“Should we take a seat on the couch so you can tell me
everything you’re going to do for me now that I’m officially your client?”
Drake didn’t wait for her to respond. He wrapped his
arm around her waist and led her over to the couch. When she bent forward to
sit down, his hand slid past her hip and cupped her ass.
Sasha gasped as Drake sat dangerously close to her.
She moved over a few inches to put some space in between them, but he promptly
moved in even closer.
“You’ve got such a beautiful complexion, Sasha. And I
love your hair,” he murmured, lightly running his finger over her cheek.
She leaned back and eyed Drake suspiciously. “Do I
really? Wait, let me guess what’s coming next. You’re going to tell me how exotic I look, then ask if you can touch
my hair, right?”
“Actually no, I was—”
“Because, newsflash,”
Sasha interrupted, now in full rant mode, “I’m just your typical,
standard-looking African-American woman. My complexion, my hair…my entire look
is the norm where I’m from.”
Sasha was so worked up she was beginning to perspire.
She hadn’t meant to go off the deep end, but she was tired of that same old
narrative of being viewed as some sort of foreign object—as if her form of
beauty was somehow atypical. But Drake actually appeared somewhat amused.
“You made mention of where you’re from,” he said.
“Where’s that?”
“Chicago. South side.”
“Ahh. Chi-town.”
“Please don’t call it that.” Sasha giggled. “It sounds
so basic.”
“All right then, the Windy City. Great town. I shot a
movie there last year. Fantastic food and even better people. Oh, and I hate to
break this to you, Sasha Williams, but here’s my newsflash. There’s nothing typical about you, and you don’t resemble any other woman, period. You’re absolutely
stunning.”
The compliment flipped Sasha’s feelings from offended
to flattered within seconds. She looked into Drake’s eyes and saw nothing but
sincerity, then felt herself falling under his spell once again. “Thank you,”
she replied quietly.
“And no, I’m not going to ask to touch your beautiful
hair, unless you want me to, of course. But your hair is not some sort of
peculiar phenomenon to me. You’re not the first woman of color I’ve
encountered. My guess is that you’ve never been with a white guy, though, have
you?”
Sasha shifted in her seat. She wasn’t comfortable
having such a personal, race-related conversation with this man she’d just met.
“I’m sorry, Drake. But we’ve really gotten off track here. Why don’t we get
back to business?”
“Sure. Whatever you want…”
Drake’s jeans rubbed against Sasha’s bare leg. He
placed his arm behind her along the back of the couch, then let it slip forward
over her shoulder, his fingertips practically brushing across her hardened
nipples. If she moved an inch, her breast would fall right into his hand. Her
entire body stiffened up.
“I’m sure you already heard about the altercation I
had at the Hollywood Hills Resort last weekend. Do you think you could spin the
story to somehow make me look like the victim? Because I’ve been slaughtered in
the press, and when we go out on this press tour for Deck the Halls with Love, I need to have the fans’ sympathy and
support.”
Sasha cleared her throat and allowed herself to slowly
exhale, somehow managing to avoid having her hardened nipple graze Drake’s
lingering fingertips.
“Well…” she began, struggling to steady her trembling
voice. “The so-called fans who mobbed you at the resort were obviously trying
to pick a fight. Their goal was to record the incident and upload it onto
social media for likes and followers. I’ll counter the negative press by saying
your actions were simply a matter of self-preservation. You were being attacked
and had no security with you, so you had no choice but to protect yourself.”
Sasha was pleased with her impromptu response. And
apparently Drake was, too, because she glanced down at his crotch and noticed
he was fully erect.
“Wow, Ms. Williams. That was a very impressive
answer.”
Sasha gazed into his eyes and saw a glimmer of
insatiability. She became so memorized that when he slid his hand onto her
thigh and gripped it firmly, she didn’t stop him. He boldly took her chin in
his hand, pressed his soft, moist lips against hers, and slipped his tongue
inside her mouth.
Her rigid body slowly relaxed. She couldn’t believe
this was happening and was even more shocked by the fact that she was actually
kissing Drake back.
When his hand glided up her leg, underneath her dress,
and he slid her panties to the side, Sasha’s first instinct was to close her
legs and deny him. But desire overtook her, and she instead opened her legs
wider to give him easier access…
A Naughty Jolly
Christmas is
the first novella of my series, The
Holiday Chronicles. Tis the season with this steamy novella, and be on the
lookout for the follow-up, My
Unconditional Valentine, coming February 2019!
Hello everyone! My name is Denise, and I am a lover of
romance, happy endings, and the art of storytelling. I used to cry as a three-year
old child when my mother read to me because I so badly wanted to read the books
myself! Once I learned, I constantly had my nose in a novel (especially the
ones I’d sneak from my mom’s bookshelf). I’ve been writing for as long as I can
remember and draw inspiration from Chicago, the city where I was born and
raised, as well as Los Angeles, which is one of my favorite places in the
world. I’ve published several books and short stories, and I’m an avid ghostwriter and editor. When I’m not sitting
behind my computer, you can find me in a movie theater, on a tennis court,
watching true crime television or chatting on social media.
Speaking of social media, I’d love to connect with
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More of my novellas, including the paranormal erotic
romance Shadow of a Man, can be found
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