Monday, December 12, 2011

12 Days of Christmas with Vonnie Davis!!

For those of you who haven't been lucky enough to yet meet Vonnie, she is one of those people who never fails to make me smile. I am lucky beyond measure to count her among my peers, and am delighted to bring you her version of the 12 days of Christmas. OH! And for one lucky commentor, Vonnie will graciously award a copy of her latest, Storm's Interlude, so be sure to leave me your name and email below!  

AJ, my friend, thank you for having me as a guest today. I have to tell you, every time I stop by to see what one of your many guests has to say, I read the paragraph at the top of your blog. It’s very empowering—and I’m all for empowering women.

Because we have twelve days remaining until the big day when the packages we’ve carefully wrapped and hidden are torn into, I thought I would share with your readers my version of the “Twelve Days of Christmas.” Yes, AJ, I’m aware that traditionally the song begins on Christmas Day and continues. But those of you who know me know I do things my own way. It’s a bad habit I just can’t seem to break. So my version, boring though it may be, begins the twelve days before and not after.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me

Twelve eggs a whisking,

Eleven balls a-bouncing,

 Ten oranges growing,

Nine…Nine…Mine…sorry, but I’m drooling,


Eight ounces wine for cooling,
Seven cookies stacking,

 Six tiny chest hairs,

 Five fans to cool me,

 Four candy canes,

Three naughty wishes,

Two kitties snuggling,

 And a partridge in a pear tree!

Never let it be said that I don’t know how to put you in the holiday mood. The heroine of my debut book, Storm’s Interlude, knows how to get Storm in the mood, too. Even when Rachel, a nurse, is unaware she’s doing it. I’d like to share part of a scene with you.

Show me where your headache hurts, Storm. I’ll see if I can help.”
He sat and then pointed to the areas of pain with his index finger. “Up the back of my neck into my head. Around my head. Behind my eyes.” He’d long since associated his heartburn to stress, now he was wondering if the headaches came from the same source, too.
She started massaging, using her trained thumbs at pressure points. “You get these often?”
“Yeah. Anytime I’m stuck in front of that computer for hours.” Or when I think about marrying Pilar. He blinked several times at that personal revelation. Why hadn’t he made that connection before?
“Maybe you need glasses.” She slowly worked her fingers up and down his neck and then across his shoulders, pressing in hard with her thumbs and gently rippling with her fingers. “You’ve got knots of tension back here. Big knots.”
She leaned over him and dug her elbow into his shoulder. He didn’t know which felt better: her massaging or her breasts pressed against his back. Scents of her perfume wafted in the air, luring and beguiling like a floral siren. Her breathing had quickened in his ear as she ministered to him. His had quickened in like manner. Every one of his senses homed in on Rachel. She was consuming him.
“My God,” he moaned.
“I know I’m being rough, but this is the best way to get these subscapulari muscles to relax. Your trapezes are so tight, too. Goodness.”
Her voice was deep and breathless with exertion, which only fueled his arousal. He closed his eyes. While her massaging and pounding of his muscles sent chills up and down his spine, the smell of her perfume, the sound of her voice, the feel of her breathing against his neck and his ear was inflaming his manhood to near madness. The warmth of her sensual touch was killing him. If he lived through this, he was heading for a cold shower. Hell, a dozen cold showers couldn’t undo the effect she was having on him.
“Tilt your head forward, Storm. I’ve never seen anyone so tense. Even your rhomboids are knotted.” She pressed against him more, rotating her elbow into his knotted muscles. “It’s almost as if the harder I massage, the tighter your knots get.”
No fake! His whole body was a mass of sexual knots. He glanced over his shoulder, taking in her determined expression, her teeth gritted as she pounded and elbowed his muscles into submission. She was clearly in nursing mode, clueless as to what she was doing to his libido.
“Rachel.”
She leaned forward and increased her pressure on his shoulder. “Can’t...talk...now,” she grunted.
“Rachel.”
“Maybe...maybe if I try from the front.” She hurried around the sofa. To his utter amazement, she crawled onto the sofa, straddling her knees on either side of his lap. “Lean down and put your head against my chest. Let me attack those knotted subs and traps from this angle.”
If she wasn’t the cutest thing, hell-bent on ridding him of his headache. If he leaned his head between her breasts, he’d be a goner. No male, unless he was six feet under and been there for twenty years, could take this.
“Rachel.”
“Come on, lean against me. Wish I had one of my wooden rollers to run over your muscles. Maybe I should go upstairs and get one.”
“Rachel.”
She finally stopped talking and peered into his eyes. He watched her slowly shift from nurse to woman. Saw her blink as awareness surfaced. Her blue eyes, wide with shock, shifted to his mouth. “I...ah...should...get off your lap.”
He placed his hands at her waist and shook his head. “No, you’re fine.” He slowly ran his hands up her back and sighed a kiss to her neck. She shuddered when his warm breath caressed her skin.
“This isn’t a good idea. I…I should move.”
“Stay...stay.” Storm’s hands sifted through her long hair. “Silk and curls. I’ve thought of running my hands through your beautiful hair.” She pulled back, her eyes searching his face, her lips parted. “I keep thinking of kissing you again.” His hands clenched in her hair and ever so slowly, he brought her face toward his. “Come here, mouse.”
His lips massaged hers, touching and sipping until a sigh escaped her lips. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he groaned the words against her lips before he captured them, pouring all his desire and needs into the kiss.
She ran her hands up his chest, around his neck and into his hair. When she moaned, he pressed her closer. He’d meant only to kiss her one time, to taste her lips once more, but that objective was gone. Now he needed more, sought more and, by damn, would have more.

I’m giving away a free eCopy of Storm’s Interlude to one lucky commenter today!!! Everyone have a Merry Christmas season.

Buy Links are:
The Wild Rose Press – http://bit.ly/rcCIMa

Whew! Thanks, Vonnie, for that most excellent post! I'm off now to get some Christmas cheer of my own! *eyebrow waggle*

25 comments:

Jennifer Jakes said...

Oh, Vonnie - I do so LOVE day 6;) Thanks and now gotta go scroll back up!
Happy Holidays, AJ and Vonnie!

Kellie Kamryn said...

Love the excerpt and your version of 12 days of Christmas!

Vonnie Davis said...

AJ, thanks for having me. I slept in this morning so am just now checking in.

Jennifer, I'm rather partial to 6, too. Oh, heck, I'm partial to them all. Have a Merry Christmas, hon.

Kellie, glad you liked my version of the song. AJ was gracious enough to grant me carte blanche, which nearly turned out to be a bad thing.

Katherine said...

Hi Vonnie, I love your version of the 12 Days of Christmas, especially days 9, 3, & 1. Thanks for the laugh. Enjoyed the excerpt too.

Vonnie Davis said...

Katherine, thanks for stopping by and I'm thrilled I gave you a laugh. Have a fabulous Monday!

Sarah Grimm said...

Whew! Is it hot in here? The twelve days of Christmas was fun, but Storm...Oh, yeah, he heats the place up every time! Fun post, Vonnie!

Mackenzie Crowne said...

Once again, Ladies, you delivered a smile and a few sighs too! Fun post. And don't bother including me in the giveaway. Storm and I are already well acquainted. ;-)

Joanne Stewart said...

What a fun post! And I LOVE that snippet. Don't include me either in the giveaway. Already read and loved Storm.

Mary Campisi said...

Hi vonnie!

Loved your version of The Twelve Days of Christmas:) How about a thirteenth... Great excerpt. Storm sounds like my kind of guy.

Happy Holidays!

Mary
www.marycampisi.com

Vonnie Davis said...

Sarah--Imagine how hard I worked chosing just the right pictures for the post. Yes, I turned up the AC.

Vonnie Davis said...

Mackenzie--Thanks for stopping by. Storm loves a little feminine attention.

Vonnie Davis said...

Joanne, now you know what I want in my Christmas stocking...and it's NOT tennis balls. Thanks for taking the time to leave a comment.

Vonnie Davis said...

You know, I have a thirteenth picture...LOL...and did not realize HOW revealing it was until I got a frantic email from AJ. "Are you sure you want to use this picture? His package is unwrapped." Well, I nearly broke the tip off my finger, enlarging that photo onscreen until I could see it all!!!! My eyesight must be going, 'cause I never noticed it. Thanks for stopping by, Mary.

Nancy Jardine said...

'God rest ye, Merry Gentlemen!' comes to mind when I read your 12 days, Vonnie! Fabulous excerpt, too!

Calisa Rhose said...

I need Vonnie at my house for Christmas! Thanks!

Vonnie Davis said...

Hi Nancy, yes, they do look merry, don't they? Merry and yummy and ... sigh.

Vonnie Davis said...

Calisa, chill the wine and I'll be there!!

Mona Risk said...

Hi Vonnie, absolutely love your "twelve days" and the pictures you used. And I loved Storm Interlude.

Vonnie Davis said...

Thanks so much, Mona.

Lynne Marshall said...
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Lynne Marshall said...

Loved this post, especially six tiny chest hairs! However, I have a problem with men who have bigger breasts than me! (A partidge in a pear tree)

I loved Storm's Interlude, Vonnie.

AJ Nuest said...

Hi everyone! I meant to get on earlier,but I had a poor baby come home from school sick today. Poop! Vonnie, as usual, having you here has been a super treat! Thank you so much for these fabulous 12 Days! And for everyone else, if you really want it...I still have the picture Vonnie referenced above (i.e. "package unwrapped"). Just say the word. Happy to send along.

Vonnie Davis said...

Oh, Lynne, you're so cute. I love your wry sense of humor. I should finish "One for the Road" tonight.

Vonnie Davis said...

AJ...Hugs to your sick little one. I hope your angel gets better soon. Thanks again for opening your blog to me AND for clueing me in on the unwrapped package. How I missed seeing that, I haven't a clue.

Vonnie Davis said...

Mary Campisi, your name was drawn from Calvin's hat as winner of an eCopy of "Storm's Interlude." Contact me at vonnie(dot)davis@ymail(dot)com so we can make arrangements.