This Friday morning I have a treat for you. Debut author Willa Edwards is here to share her holiday release. Here's your chance to have a sit down with Callie the heroine in Naughty List. You just might share a few holiday traditions with her and find her to be just one of the gals. Please come in have a seat and enjoy discovering a new author and good read to snuggle up with by the fire! Ms. Edwards has agreed to giveaway a copy of her book to a commenter so don't forget to leave a comment to be enter to win your own copy of Naughty List. I'll pick the winner this Sunday and on Christmas Eve one lucky winner will have a nice book waiting to be unwrapped in their inbox! Good Luck :-)
Good Morning Ms. Edwards!
Hi everyone, I thought today I’d introduce you to my heroine from Naughty List, Callie. With a little convincing, I got her to agree to this interview.
Callie, thank you so much for being here. Can you let us know a little about yourself?
Um, sure. I’m an elementary school physical education teacher. I work in the same school as my three best girlfriends. It used to be my four best girlfriends but one left to follow her passion outside of teaching. We miss her but we support her following her bliss. We have a lot of fun at work together. We even managed to spice up the office Christmas Party this year.
Speaking of Christmas, what’s your favorite Christmas Tradition?
I have a couple of great traditions I share with my friends around the Christmas season.
My friend Giselle’s birthday is only a few days before Christmas, and given her natural party planning nature (she could be Martha Stewarts niece with the way she throws a party), she always has some kind of blow out. Sometimes she has a big Christmas/Birthday party, with all the trimmings and decorations, but this year she decided she just wanted to have a girl’s night in. But it was still organized and decorated to the nines. It’s definitely not my style, but its Giselle’s birthday.My other favorite Christmas tradition is the complete opposite. I love going to see It’s a Wonderful Life at the local movie theater with my best friend Eric. The only decent way to watch a movie like It’s a Wonderful Life is on a big screen. We have great time. We share popcorn and a box of junior mints. It’s a low key and easy going night. Every thing is with Eric.
You’ve had a lot of changes going on in her life this year, including breaking up with your long time fiancé and professional baseball player Josh Miller. Do you miss dating someone famous?
I never really thought of Josh as being famous. We certainly didn’t live an extravagant lifestyle when I was engaged to him. We were never chased by paparazzi or attended a lot of crazy outrageous parties.However I do miss having the ability to make a difference in people’s lives that I had when I was with him. When I was engaged to Josh, I had the power of the entire baseball team behind me if I wanted to participate in a charity event, or host one.
That’s how you met Eric, right?
Yeah. We met at an event the team hosted for thirty handicapped kids to play ball with Josh’s team. Eric is a social worker, and several of the kids attending were his cases. We hit it off right away.
You seem pretty smitten with Eric. What do you love about him?
Wow. That’s a tough one to describe. He’s great with kids, even the difficult ones he’s assigned. Working with kids all day, I can understand how difficult that is. But most of all I think I love him because he actually sees me. Most of my life is spent focused on others. Focused on the kids in my class. Focused on my friends. When I’m with Eric not only do I not have to worry about him, he’s actually concern about me. He wants to make things easier for me. He sees me.
He sounds amazing. Is he want you want for Christmas?
No. There wouldn’t be much of a point in asking for that. But, um…I…could use a new set of skates. I love to ice skate during the winter and my pair is getting pretty old.
Thanks so much for being so open with us Callie. I wish you and all our readers here a Happy Holiday and a bright New Year.
Happy Holidays and well wishes for the New Year as well Ms. Edwards! Keep reading below for a nice blurb, an excerpt, and the awesome cover of Naughty List!!!
Eric has been in love with Callie since the day they met, one month after someone else put a ring on her finger. Since her engagement ended Eric has been biding his time, waiting for her to be ready. Until he finds a naughty list of Christmas wishes hidden between her couch cushions with his name on the top.
He's willing to do anything to make Callie happy, including take on the role of dominate Santa Claus and spank her to blow-your-stockings-off orgasm. But is she ready for everything he wants? Does she want his love?
“This is really what you want to do with your birthday?” Callie asked, looking up at Giselle with a quizzical stare. Personally she’d rather be in a bar, drinking peppermint martinis, but it wasn’t Callie’s choice.
“Yes.” Giselle responded quickly, handing out holiday pens like she did to the children in her classroom. Grabbing a sugar plum ballpoint for herself, Giselle dropped down on the cream-and-rose-striped couch beside Callie.
Giselle’s elaborate ranch-style home, decorated in every shade of beige, was at least much quieter and less crowded than a bar. And due to the crystal bowls filled with potpourri upon every end table and bookcase in the house, with the smell of pine and cinnamon to celebrate the season wafting from each dish, it probably smelled better too.
“How exactly does this work?” asked Amy, their friend and the drama teacher at their school, her bright smile infectious as she helped propel the gathering forward.
“Write down what you want you want in a partner on the page.” Giselle motioned to the elaborate holiday paper stacked on the Chippendale coffee table around which Callie and their three best friends sat. “Once you have the determination to ask for what you truly want in a man, the universe finds a way to guide him to you.”
Callie sucked on the end of her silver bell pen, thinking of the different traits she wanted to write down. Caring, empathetic, loves children, crystal-blue eyes, soot-black hair. There was no point in writing any of it. The man who fit that description felt nothing for her. Why seek to guide him her way?
“Like what kind of characteristics?” Mallory asked with a devilish glint in her almond eyes. “Big cock. Talented tongue. Stamina.”
Amy giggled. Giselle scowled.
Callie admitted the idea had promise. Her body heated as she fantasized of a thick cock buried deep within her, a black head buried between her legs, a warm, wet tongue stroking her sensitive flesh. She’d always been bored with a man buried between her thighs before, but with her Mr. Right she’d be willing to try again.
“If that’s all you want in a man,” Giselle snapped, and Mallory nodded enthusiastically, a large artificial smile spreading across her face at Giselle’s biting tone, “then yes.”
“How does it guide him to you?” Krista asked, hazel eyes bright with curiosity. From anyone else the question would have sounded sarcastic or insolent, but Krista’s tone was straightforward, the mathematical part of her incapable of discounting any theory without testing.
“Through positive thinking,” Giselle responded, as if such information were common knowledge.
Callie huffed out a breath. She’d always considered herself optimistic, but where had that gotten her? A bitter broken engagement, robbed of confidence, and in love with someone else who didn’t want her.
Mallory turned toward Krista, cupping her hand around her mouth to mimic whispering a secret. The words projected loud and clear from her lips. “Otherwise known as magic.”
Giselle rolled her eyes, her hands fisted on her hips. “Not all of us can spend our days sleeping around with rock-and-roll trash.”
Mallory only smiled, her lips turned up in malicious glory. “Maybe you should give it a try. It might loosen you up a bit.”
Giselle’s jaw clenched, her face as bright red as Santa’s suit.
With such polar opposite personalities, Giselle and Mallory hardly ever agreed, but were still close as sisters. They came to each other’s aid whenever needed. Just as they had when Callie’s lying ex-fiancé Josh’s secret was discovered.
“Where’d you get this idea?” Amy shouted across the circle, attempting to distract the group, always the peacemaker. Her normally small, soft voice paralleled her slender, short frame.
“Oprah, of course,” Giselle respond, to no one’s surprise. Giselle worshipped at the shrine of Oprah and Martha Stewart.
“Of course.” Mallory swallowed her red wine, using the glass to camouflage an exaggerated eye roll.
“It’s my thirtieth birthday, and you all agreed we could do anything I wanted tonight.” They hadn’t actually agreed, but Amy had, dragging everyone else along with her.
“I don’t get it. What’s the point in making a list for only one type of guy? There are tons out there.” Mallory shifted her long black hair streaked with green stripes, the ends dangling below the waistband of her dark jeans.
“It’s not for finding ‘a’ guy.” Giselle arched one golden brow. “It’s for finding ‘the guy.’ Your soul mate.”
Mallory brushed away the ancient notion of loving, long-term monogamy with a sweep of her hand. “What’s the point? Guys are like Christmas toys. What’s all the rage this year will be thrown in the garbage by Easter, and then you’ll be looking for something new.”
“Some of us are just looking for a toy worth playing with.” Callie chuckled.
Around her, her friends’ faces dropped, laughter and jokes ending on a deep sour note Callie hadn’t intended to play. She meant to sound like any other single thirty-year-old woman, but instead everyone still saw her as a betrayed, wounded soul, nursing a broken heart.
“Don’t worry, you’ll find someone.” Amy’s eyes glowed with concern, bordering on pity.
“Someone who deserves you,” Mallory added, placing her hand on Callie’s with a comforting squeeze.
Callie bit down on the inside of her cheek to prevent herself from groaning, the sympathy around her so thick it was choking.
Everyone forgot she’d called off the engagement. The discoveries of Josh’s life on the road, released to the paparazzi days after she’d returned the gaudy ring, overshadowed that truth.
Callie refocused on her paper, the pressure of her friends’ concern weighing on her neck, forcing her to stay harnessed to her pain, like a reindeer to Santa’s sleigh. She wrote “What I Want” across the top of the page, nibbling on the end of her pen as she tried to envision her perfect man. But every physical attribute she considered, every personality trait she desired, returned to one man. Eric.
She’d been in love with Eric for longer than she could admit. He’d been caring, sweet, and devoted since she’d called off her engagement, but that wasn’t what she wanted. Not anymore.
She wanted red, hot, raw. Her fantasies about Eric were dark, uninhibited, and rough. Exactly how Eric would never see her. To him she was a good friend—sweet, not sexy. She couldn’t be in another relationship like that, even if he set her heart flying and her stomach tumbling.
She gripped her pen tighter, staring down at her paper, visions of Eric and her tangled together dancing before her eyes. Their bodies twirled in every position she’d ever heard her friends mention, and some she’d even researched online. All the fantasies Josh hadn’t been interested in fulfilling, too busy satisfying his own. Her heart pumped heavily as she turned back to the title of her page, finishing the sentence with “Eric to Do to Me”. Her pen flew across the sheet, detailing every erotic fantasy she conjured up around her best friend.
She smiled as Giselle gave her a nod. If her friend had any idea what she was asking the universe for, it might cause her perfect bobbed hair to stand on end.
MEET WILLA EDWARDS:
Willa has wanted to be a writer since she was four years old typing away at her grandmother’s typewriter. She wrote her first novel in fourth grade about the trials and tribulation of twin alien princesses. Since then Willa has dabbled with many different genres, including sci-fi, paranormal, mystery and suspense. When she read her first romance at fifteen she knew she’d found her place, and she’s never looked back. Willa is now a contemporary and historical erotic romance writer who lives in New York. When she’s not writing you can find her curled up in bed with her two fur babies, her nose pressed to her e-reader.
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