Friday, December 19, 2014

Heating Up the Holidays With Erzabet Bishop



 Hello and Happy Friday Sweet Bees!

As of the last year or so, I've not a had a lot of sexy on my blog which is odd since I do write romance, but for good or bad, my books aren't as steamy as the used to be. However, from time to time, I have guests on my blog who like to  turn up the heat! Today I'm happy to spotlight very busy author and blog hostess, Erzabet Bishop! Today is release day for one of her Christmas stories! She has other that have released in the past weeks, but coming out to play today is


Holidays in Hell
 I know you're not supposed to judge a book by it's cover, but in this case I'm going to. It's hot. Very hot and if you know anything about Erzabet Bishop, you know what's inside is going to burn you...in a good way!

Blurb:
Deck the halls with all things kinky. Jonas is an incubus with an incurable lust for gingerbread and holiday lights. When he finds himself falling for Holly Pendleton, the woman he has marked as the final soul to end his contract, he faces a heart wrenching decision: take what he needs to feed his hunger or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on fire. Tied up with red ribbons, Holly just might be Jonas's deepest Christmas wish and the one woman who could set him free.


 Excerpt:
"It's twisted." Mallory sniped, her tone coolly disapproving. Grabbing Jonas by the arm, they trudged down the main street of the Old Towne shopping district, dodging tourists and rabid consumers on a mission.

"What?"

"You’ve lost your mind completely. Here? At a shopping mall? Seriously?"

"Why not? It's not like they'll even notice." Jonas glanced in Mallory's direction and stared after the white coat of a woman he'd just seen in the crowd. It was strange, but it almost seemed like she was following them. Jonas didn't care. He stuffed the panic down and resumed his vigil. Somewhere out there was his last conquest. He just had to find her.

Holiday music piped through the air and the smell of chestnuts roasting wafted toward the crowd. The Carver Hills Old Towne Winter Carnival was in full force and it warmed Jonas’s soul to see it. Throwing caution to the wind, he let out another burst of energy and sent it spiraling into the crowd. What could it hurt? He was here on a shopping expedition of his own, and it wasn’t for the latest transforming doll or gadget. Nope. Lust was his mission. He was hungry.

"Because..." Mallory's voice trailed off as she patted the squirming dog in her purse. Terrance yipped and gave an indignant growl. Stuffed into a red sweater, the little black Chihuahua looked absolutely miserable.

 "Oh my God, Jonas. Why do you have to always pick the toughest crowd? It's a needle in a haystack."

“You’re entitled to your opinion. I, for one, am going to check things out and find something, or someone, to eat." Jonas's lips curved up in a smile at Mallory's irritated and completely unladylike snort.

"Mallory, if I want a cheeseburger I'll go to a drive-through. I want something a little more substantial. And that means I'm going to have to work for it, okay?"

She stared at him, a mutinous look on her face. Terrance yipped and she reached down absently to pet him. He shook, trying to curl himself into a ball inside Mallory's large gold purse but having a hard time.

"You'd better get him in out of the cold. The little guy's shaking like a leaf."

"He's fine," she snapped.

"Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you when his little bladder decides it's time to void all over your cell."

"Ugh! Jonas. That's disgusting. Terrence wouldn't do that, would you, honey?" Mallory reached down and gave the dog a kiss on the top of his smooth black head.

The dog whined and shook.

"Go on, Mal. I'll be fine." Please. So I can get down to business.

 He knew what he wanted. Lust was, after all, his personal vice of the seven deadlies. It really didn't matter the form. It was usually sex that got people into trouble, but any old lust would do. And right now, he wanted to indulge in a little proclivity of his own. If Mallory would leave him the hell alone, that is. The need was there and it was clawing at his gut relentlessly. But so was the desire to revel in the holidays. If things went badly, it would be his last ride on the bus, so to speak. He didn’t want to miss a thing.

 This was his most favorite time of year. Christmas. Twinkling lights. Tacky reindeer yard ornaments. Tinsel. Garlands. Ah, the things you could do with a garland. A little tricky rope work and a willing partner and you had yourself your own little bondage Christmas carol. A happy smile tilted up the corner of his mouth. It was funny as Hell, really. A lust demon with a fetish for Christmas ornaments.

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Well now, that would be one way to spice up the holidays! I'd like to thank Erzabet very much for visiting with me on Ivy B today. She's been a gracious hostess to me and my stories more than once and I'm very happy to finally return the favor!

And please, don't forget about my contest. For more details see Wednesday's blog post.

Now a little more about Erazabet and everywhere she can be found in cyberspace!

Ivy B
xoxo

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parents’ old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books.
Although she is new to Breathless Press, she is a contributing author to several websites and magazines and has an extremely impressive backlist of more than 50 books, articles and short stories and was also a finalist for the GCLS 2014 awards in two separate categories. She will be releasing several new titles through Breathless Press in the coming months.

She lives in Texas with her husband and furry children, and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects, and watch monster movies.When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books. Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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