Who doesn’t like a good sex dream?
I assume most people do, but two of my characters disagreed.
A few months ago I blogged here about my novella Under a Christmas Spell, persuading all and sundry (I hope) that incubi and succubi aren’t really demons, but gifted people who send erotic dreams. (I may be all wrong―no incubus has come to let me know one way or the other, alas.)
In Under a Christmas Spell, an incubus and succubus, former lovers, find each other again at a Christmas house party. Once they have sorted out their own love life, they decide to pick on, um, help another couple.
A very reluctant couple. Sometimes people just don’t want to think about sex, or love, or anything romantic. (For avid romance readers, this may be hard to believe, but I swear it’s true.) Garrick and Theodora, the hero and heroine of my new novella, Under a New Year’s Enchantment, are both in very unromantic moods—or at least until their sexily gifted friends take a hand.
“You cannot fool me,” says Lucille, the succubus, to Theodora. “You want it so badly that you cannot even say it.” (I hope I don’t have to define what she means by ‘it’.)
And Valiant, the incubus, tells his friend Garrick, “Like every unmarried lady, she’s a volcano of unsatisfied desires―hot and smoking and ready to erupt.” (Whew! So true.)
But it can take a lot of persuading, not to mention trickery and some very sexy dreams, to get a reluctant couple together. I had fun sorting out their relationship, and I got to write about other fun stuff, too, such as Roman ruins and Twelfth Night celebrations.
I would love to give a free download of Under a New Year’s Enchantment to someone who comments here… Hmm. I guess we need a question or two now. Here are some—take your pick or make up a question of your own. Do you do anything special for New Year’s? (Apart from partying and watching the ball drop. Something different.) How about for Epiphany/Twelfth Night? Have you ever visited any Roman ruins? Would you like an incubus to mess with your love life?
About the Book:
Garrick, Lord Westerly, has forbidden the hanging of mistletoe, yet the holiday house party at his country estate sizzles with sensual desire. And though Theodora Southern decided long ago never to marry, she has been enjoying the erotic fantasies that haunt her each night—fantasies featuring her handsome, brooding host….
Since returning from the war, Garrick has been in no mood to celebrate. But suddenly the nightmares that plague him are making way for much more pleasant dreams—dreams in which his childhood friend Theodora is very much a grown woman. The question is, has he fallen in love—or fallen under a wicked spell?