A Naughty Jolly Christmas:
Sasha
Williams is an African-American public relations powerhouse who’s come a long
way from the south side 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, and the pair partake in far more than just a business meeting, right there on the spot...
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.
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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.
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of my novellas, including the paranormal erotic romance Shadow of a Man, can be found at eXtasy Books.
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