My next book due for release is my smutty Christmas offering 'Festive Flings'. Isn't it beautiful!
This book was a hedonistic paradise for me, I love Christmas books and I wanted to dive in to a book that was all about the spice. However, my characters came to life and so although this book is filthy, there is also plot and substance.
~*~ Festive Flings is extremely hot and should be read with caution! Reported side effects reported include: involuntary Kegel and spontaneous pantie-wetting incidents. Read at your own risk... And pleasure! ~*~
Festive Flings is due for release Friday, 5th August 2022 on Amazon. If you are interested in receiving an Advanced Reader Copy of my book please sign up using the following link:
Synopsis: Jamie Knowles is facing a Christmas all alone after her childhood sweetheart dumped her for another woman. Until she realises for the first time in her adult life she is very single and ready to mingle. She may be ready to find something new, but has the man of her dreams always been right in front of her?
Jamie's older sister, Billie, is married with children, but both her and her husband can feel the spark fading in their marriage. In order to save their marriage, they decide to spice things back up both in and out of the bedroom as a Christmas present to one another.
Jamie's work colleague and friend, Tim, has a particular taste in women. In the past he has worried about his friends' reactions. When he meets a woman, one who ticks all his boxes, can they both be brave enough to take what they want?
Are you ready for fun, fetishes, frolicking and a few Festive Flings?
An excerpt from Festive Flings: Age 18+ from the first sentence
~ Jamie ~
My legs turn to jelly as his hot, wet tongue caresses my folds expertly, sending jolts of pleasure directly from my womanly core to every nerve ending throughout my body. Fuck, he is good.
As he plunges his darting tongue deep inside me, I am engulfed by the building tension that is brewing and overflowing within me. I want his tongue, his fingers and more importantly his thick, long cock, and I want them right now.
He leisurely laps up my slit until he grazes over my swollen bud, and as he flicks his tongue out, my hips buck involuntarily, searching for more of his delightful touch. His lips clamp down on my clit, the feeling so intense that it causes me to shout out.
Then, all too suddenly, it stops. I thrust my wanting, weeping hole up, trying desperately to reconnect, begging with my frantic reactions for release, for more.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
As my early morning alarm clock startles me awake, my hand is down my pants and I am frustrated as hell.
It’s the third time this week I have had one of these dreams, and they are becoming more vivid and realistic each time. I seriously need to get laid and fast.
After showering and dressing in my skirt and blouse, I pick up my mail, and notice both my sister and I have received identical handwritten envelopes. I set hers, along with the rest of her mail, on the lamp table before I set off to work.
I work in London’s elite business and financial district and the roads are busy every morning, so I opt for public transport. By taking the tube to Canary Wharf, I arrive at my office ten minutes early, giving me enough time to get myself a cup of coffee and open my personal mail.
The heavy parchment envelope with silver hearts on the corners captures my attention once again. Despite its pretty outward appearance, my insides seem to constrict and then turn to ice water as I read the contents.
Staring in horror, I reread the invitation. This cannot be real. I am invited to the wedding of Carl and Francesca on Christmas Eve, the very same Carl who had been my boyfriend for six years. Then, four months ago, I returned from a training course early and found him in our bed with the aforementioned Francesca.
Six years we were together and never in that time had he mentioned marriage or weddings or even an engagement. What makes Francesca so special? Deep down, I know what truly haunts me as I question: why wasn’t I special enough?
A note with my name scrawled across it falls to my desk as I continue to stare at the invitation in disbelief; it must have also been included in the envelope.
~~~
Dear Jamie,
I hope there are no hard feelings.
I wanted you to know that I never meant to hurt you.
I just couldn’t help falling in love with Fran.
I would love it if you could come to my wedding, for old times’ sake.
You could bring a friend if you don’t have a date.
Love, Carl x
~~~
I hate the insinuation that I won’t have a date. I don’t, but he doesn’t need to know or presume that. In the four months since I split from the man I thought I would spend eternity with, I have been celibate.
I think I have been in a state of shock, if I am completely honest. Carl’s betrayal hit me hard. I felt like such a fool because I had no idea that he was being unfaithful. I thought we were in a good place. I thought he loved me as much as I loved him. He cheated on me and I am the one left with a broken heart and shattered self-confidence.
The first person to call is my big sister Billie, who’s obviously opened her envelope as well. “Did you just get an invite off that cheeky bastard? I can’t believe he’s getting married to this other woman, Jay. I won’t go if you don’t feel comfortable.”
Cutting her off mid-rant, just as I usually do when I don't want her to know I am hurt, I try to play it off. “Bill, it's fine. I’m happy for him, honestly, I am.” I almost believe my lies too, as I recite to myself: I am fine, I am great, I’ve never been better. “Look, I’ve got to go, my boss just walked in.”
My sister whistles down the phone. “You know, sis, the best way to get over a man is to get under another one, and your Mr. Matthews could make any girl forget her own name, never mind her ex’s.”
My sister has been salivating over my boss ever since I introduced them at my birthday night out just before I found out about Carl. “Goodbye, Billie, and for goodness sake, remember you are happily married,” I chastise her before hanging up.
I stuff the note and invitation into the top drawer of my desk, plastering a welcoming smile on my face and take my boss’ coffee through to him.
If I can just get through today, I will be okay. I just need to paint a face on for the world for the rest of the day and then at 5pm, I can go home and lick my wounds. Just nine hours. I can do this.
“Jamie, what happened?” My boss, Mr. Owen Matthews, looks concerned. “You look as white as a sheet. Are you sick?” I shake my head. I need this job; I need my wages so I can keep my apartment. I remind myself that everything is great, I am fine.
“I’m just a bit tired, Mr. Matthews. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure.” I smile at him, but from his enquiring look I know he doesn't believe this is the reason for my dour presentation. However, he lets it slide and accepts his coffee.
Taking a seat, I give him the rundown of his day and he tells me everything he needs me to do.
By the time our morning meeting is finished, I am falling apart and I run to the toilets and cry. My life is a mess. I am 24 years old and for the first time in my adult life, I am single.
Wait a minute. I am single.
Suddenly, I realise the world is my oyster. All along, I’ve been looking at this as a bad thing, but it doesn’t have to be. I am single and I am ready to have some fun. Carl has moved on; it's time I do too.
I am looking forward to hearing from you all, Love, Emma x
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