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November 30/December 1, 2005
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1. Introduction
1. Introduction: Winter is almost here, and the holidays are coming. It's a bust time of the year for most of us, but I hope you all get a chance to spend some time with your family and friends. This month I have a new contest, and a spotlight on my upcoming holiday short story, SAME TIME NEXT YEAR, which will be out soon from Changeling Press. Have a great holiday season, everyone! Lis 2. News: My new chat group is starting its second month. After the new year I'll be posting exclusive excerpts and contests, so be sure to sign up for the group so you don't miss out. To join, visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/elisas_chat/ and sign up. I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone. I've also signed some new contracts this month: ~REALITY CHECK, a contemporary romantic comedy, will be available soon from new publisher Samhain Publishing. ~My contemporary novella, BLIND DATE, has been chosen to be part of the ELLORA'S CAVEMEN: DREAMS OF THE OASIS anthology series. I'm not sure which volume my story will be included in, but I'll post the info to my website as soon as I know. ~SAME TIME NEXT YEAR, a paranormal short story, has been sold to Changeling Press. It should be available very soon. In the meantime, be sure to check the Spotlight On column in this month's newsletter for an excerpt and peek behind the story. ~I've also sold a chick lit/women's fiction novel to Cerridwen Press. LOST IN SUBURBIA is the story of a woman who moves back to her hometown after a nasty break up and realizes she's finally found what she's been missing all her life. I'll be posting excerpts of all my upcoming books to my chat group for anyone who wants to know more. ~ 3. Contest: This month, I'm giving away a download of my August Cerridwen Press release, NOTHING PERSONAL. To enter, send me an email with "Contest" in the subject line. The contest closes on December 30th and the winner will be announced on the 31st. 4. New Releases:
DARK PROMISES: TARNISHED Click here for more information.
GRAVE SILENCE Click here for more information.
5. Spotlight on SAME TIME NEXT YEAR: Coming Soon from Changeling Press. Something draws Cayden back to the same place every year on Christmas Eve. That something is Lilith, the one woman he’s always wanted—and the one woman he could never keep. He’s learned to be content with the few hours they have each year, though it pains him to leave her when their time is over. Lilith has made mistakes. Big ones, and they’ve caused her separation from the man she loves. She can’t live with seeing him for a fleeting time each year, but she doesn’t have a choice. It’s a cycle that was set in motion long ago, a cycle that can’t be broken. A cycle dictated by a past that can’t be changed, no matter how strong their love is. They’re forced to take what they can get—stolen, heated moments where they learn each other’s bodies over again, knowing they won’t get the chance to touch each other for another year. Passion has always ignited between them, and no amount of time or distance can keep them apart forever.
The idea for this story came from playing the What If game. I don't want to say too much, since it would give away a part of the story I'd rather not divulge just yet.
Cayden and Lilith are, I guess, star-crossed lovers. They're deeply in love, but circumstances prevent them from being together. They can't change that, but they do get one night every year, Christmas Eve, where they can forget about what pulls them apart, at least for a little while.
Now here's an excerpt:
Cayden held out his hand to Lilith, and she took it to help her stand. Once free from the bench she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, her lips grazing his ear. “We have to hurry. We don’t have much time.”
She’d felt him as he approached and her body was ready. Her pussy was wet, her nipples pebbled and her stomach clenched. A year was too long without his touch, without his warmth and soft, heated words. She licked her lips before running the tip of her tongue down the side of his neck. “Please, Cayden. Let’s find someplace to be alone. The night will be over too soon.”
He took a step back. “I know.”
One night every year. That was all they would ever have. She’d long ago learned to accept it. They both had, because there wasn’t any other way.
“Come with me.” Lilith took Cayden’s hand and led him to the back of the bar.
They slipped unnoticed down a dark, narrow hallway and came to a flight of stairs. She glanced up and down the hallway to make sure they were alone -- a precaution they always took but never really needed to. No one saw them. They were too busy with their liquor and music to notice anything out of place.
They started up the stairs, but didn’t make it very far. Her legs, weak with need, refused to walk up another step. Now alone, she couldn’t stand waiting any longer. Lilith stopped and turned to him, her arms twining around his neck. She stood on the step above him, putting them at equal height. She pressed her lips to his, rubbing her body against him. The heat of his cock warmed her middle and she ground harder against it. She wanted him inside her. Now. Her pussy dampened even more at the thought.
“We should get upstairs. Find an empty room.”
Cayden’s protest sounded weak and she ignored it. If he really wanted a room, he would have picked her up in his arms and carried her. But he hadn’t. She smiled. “I don’t want a room. Don’t want to wait another second.”
“Lilith, not here. Not like this. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t.” She gave him no more time to protest, instead leaning in to crush her lips over his. Her feet wobbled on the narrow step and she clung tighter to Cayden. He’d always been her rock, even when things had seemed hopeless. He wouldn’t let her fall now.
The kiss seemed to be all it took to break Cayden’s control. He pushed her back against the wall, his fingers working to tug her skirt up until it rode her hips. Her nipples hardened even more against the soft material of her bra, her pussy muscles fluttering. She whimpered and writhed. He pushed aside her panties and stroked along her folds once, twice, before he drew his hand away.
Lilith cried out at the loss of contact, but Cayden quieted her with a fast, firm kiss. His tongue darted into her mouth to brush across hers, and then, he trailed his lips down the side of her throat until he reached her collarbone. He gave her a rakish smile, his fingers working to unbutton the tiny buttons holding the front of her top together. It didn’t take long for him to lose patience -- Cayden had never been known for his control -- and he ripped at her top until buttons popped from the material and scattered across the stairwell around them.
“Cayden.” Her eyes widened in shock, but his actions tightened the knot of arousal in her belly. She fought the urge to touch herself, knowing if she waited the night would be so much better.
“Let me do this my way, love.”
He leaned down and, pushing aside the demi-cups of her bra, brought his lips to her breasts. His tongue swirled over her nipple before he sucked it into the hot recesses of his mouth. She cried out and arched toward him, offering him more. Every one of her nerve endings tingled. Every cell in her body screamed for more of his touch. It would come. She knew he wouldn’t hold anything back. But patience had long ago left her and she wanted nothing more than to tear his clothes off and demand he thrust his hard cock into her waiting pussy.
He left her nipple and made his way to the other, leaving a path of hot, damp kisses in his wake. She used one hand to steady herself against the wall, and the other found his hair. She tangled her fingers in the dark, silky strands. How many nights had she waited for him? How many nights had she spent pacing the floorboards, waiting in the growing darkness, for Cayden to return?
She’d lost count long ago and it no longer mattered. Now, here with him, the only thing she cared about was that he was here with her. They couldn’t have forever. It wasn’t meant to be. But they could have this night. Christmas Eve, once a year, when Cayden would be passing through town on his way home.
He raised his head and frowned at her. Concern showed in his warm green eyes. “You look sad. What’s wrong?”
How could she explain to him what she didn’t herself understand? “Nothing. I’ve missed you. That’s all.”
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Lis
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