It's that time of year again! Does it seem to come earlier and earlier each year? I swear I saw an entire Christmas section up in Michael's back in August. The Kohl's down the street had garlands on top of their racks before Halloween. Holiday commercials are already on TV. Even Hanukkah starts right around Thanksgiving (not that the Jewish calendar decided to make it early because of the consumer-driven community we live in).
So I'm joining the flock. I'm promoting my holiday short story, Mischief Under The Mistletoe in November. This book is a 'between the books' short story that has some familiar faces from previous books that are set in Bozeman, Montana. Gnome On The Range introduces us to Goldie, the adult store owner who loves to meddle in everyone's love life. There's no exception in Mischief.
Here's the story blurb...
Emma Hardy hasn't been able to forget Sam Carter, or his incredible kiss in the elevator. Sadly, he rocked her world (and her libido), then calmly walked away, quit his job, and disappeared for two months. Not exactly the hot kiss follow-up she'd been hoping for. But Sam was busy making plans. And now, thanks to a glued-together gnome name George, a set of handcuffs, mistletoe, and a meddling adult store cupid disguised as an eccentric but innocent grandmother, Emma's about to get the greatest Christmas gift of all...true love.
...and an excerpt:
“MeMe Hardy. It’s been too long!” Goldie called to me as I stomped my boots. She was the owner of Goldilocks, the local, and only, adult store in town. She’d opened it well before I was born and it was practically a historic landmark, although I’m sure Goldie wouldn’t appreciate that description. It sold anything and everything sex related, from condoms to crotchless panties to fingertip vibrators. Even in a town of less than thirty thousand, business boomed.
I winced at the childhood nickname. When I turned eighteen and went away to college in California, I was able to shed that moniker and take on my given name, Emma. But there were a few die-hards in town still that remembered me when I was three and couldn’t say my own name right. I’d been back in town six years and was pushing thirty, but I’d still be MeMe to some. My mother, my aunt Sissy, a silly name in its own right, and Goldie.
“Sorry I’m late,” I tell Goldie and Violet, both behind the counter, piles of what looked like lingerie spread out before them. I pulled my knit cap from my head and tucked my blond hair behind my ears, taming the static out of it.
My friend Violet looked at me trying not to laugh and mouthed, “MeMe?”
I rolled my eyes at her. “I got stuck behind a snow plow.”
Goldie nodded as she took her glasses off her nose and let them dangle over her ample bosom by a sparkly, rhinestone covered chain about her neck. “That’s the safest place to be on a day like this. What can I get for you today?” Goldie looked me over, as if by looking at me she could guess just what I needed. “A new bra.”
Oh, great. She could see gravity setting in through my heavy winter coat.
She rubbed her chin. “No, you’re here for a vibrator.”
I could feel my cheeks heat at her words but I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Nope,” I answered as I shook my head, leaving her hanging. Talking vibrators with Goldie, who was friendly with my mom, was just about as bad as talking about it with my mom herself. Not that the vibrator in my bedside stand couldn’t use an update, or at least new batteries, but I wasn’t planning on telling her that.
“No vibrator for me today, Goldie. Thanks though.” I smiled brightly.
“Well, just give me a call when you’re ready and I’ll pick out a top of the line model for you. You know,” she waggled her eyebrows and twirled her finger in the air, “the one that has that spinning middle.”
My mouth fell open at the thought. I wasn’t sure if I should be mortified or intrigued at the very idea.
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