Happy New Year's Eve! Stained Glass Bears at Wildlife West
wildlife-west-zoo-stained-glass-sign-899bear-honey-mosaic-640x427bear-stained-glass-640x427Beautiful works of art at the New Mexico zoo for wildlife. And a Mexican Gray Wolf. Working on Dreaming of a White Wolf Christmas edits! What are you doing today?
mexican-gray-wolves-640x426-with-zoom-burst-with-vignette-drama-boostHappy New Year's Eve! Be safe!
Terry Spear
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Merry Christmas!
In honor of the holiday, here are some Christmas photos. First, our Christmas tree. I love it.

Next is the tree from Rockefeller Center, in New York City. Isn't that beautiful? We witnessed a proposal on the ice skating rink, which was fun.
I love the decorations at the Tiffany store on Fifth Avenue in NYC. Here's an example:
People enjoy the holiday in many different ways. Here are New Yorkers skating at Bryant Park.
And here we are enjoying the Boston Pops Christmas show, which is wonderful and you should definitely go if you ever get the chance.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all our Fierce Romance followers!


Merry Christmas
On this happiest of holidays:

Care deeply,
Think kindly,
Act gently,
And be at peace
With the world

For this is
The spirit of
Christmas

I wish you all a very, merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

See you in 2017!

Leigh
www.leighcourt.com


Multi-Author Holiday Sale!
Looking forward to relaxing with a good book (or two...or ten...) after all the holiday madness? I have just the thing! Twenty-two books on sale through the end of the year! Her Royal Masquerade, book #1 in my Her Royal Romance series is part of the sale at only 99 cents! If you've already read it, there are plenty more romances to choose from. You can load that new e-reader (or your old favorite) with lots of great reads for pennies (or even free!).

Just take a look here for all the sale books in one place:
HOLIDAY SALE

And if you've seen me talk about my contemporary royalty romance series, but haven't given it a try...this is a great time to check it out. Take a peek at the excerpt below for a taste.


Excerpt:

Mia rushed over to the waist high railing constructed of rough-hewn stone like the rest of the palace. Darkness had fallen while she’d been inside. Lights from the towns around them sparkled below. Stars in the inky sky twinkled above. Once again she had the feeling of stepping into a fairy tale.

The air was warm, even outside, with barely a breeze to lift the moisture from her skin. She took a few decidedly un-princesslike gulps of air, trying to calm the edgy arousal that burned within her.

“Are you alright?” Vittorio asked. He stepped up to her and the heat from his body didn’t help her at all. “Do you need to sit down? Something cold to drink?”

“I’ll be okay. Just give me a minute. I guess I’m just not used to the climate here.” She was so hot. She began to tug down one of the opera-length gloves. Would it be a serious breach of conduct if she whipped them off and threw them over the railing?

“Allow me,” he said, his voice suddenly a little deeper, a little slower than it had been a moment before. He took her hand in his, stretched out her arm in front of him. He ran his free hand up, starting at the palm of the hand resting in his. Slowly, so slowly, he moved his hand up her arm. There might as well not have been the fabric of the glove between them, she felt his touch so strongly.  When his fingers reached the top of the glove, he didn’t immediately begin to remove it. Instead, he teased the bare skin of her upper arm with his fingers. “So soft,” he whispered, holding her gaze. He swept his hand up to her bare shoulders and cupped her neck, skimming his thumb along her collar bone, just above the diamonds Birgitte had trusted her with. “This beautiful necklace is not half as lovely as you,” he murmured.  

She couldn’t speak, could only offer a shaky smile in response. He was holding her hand, her throat. Could he feel her trembling beneath his touch? 

“But you are hot. It is our weather, no doubt. I can help you with this problem, I think.” Vittorio began to slowly peel the glove from her arm, dragging his fingers along her skin as he did. He focused all his attention on her arm, as if it were the most important thing to him at the moment.  

What would it be like to have that single-minded attention focused on her while making love? Even as Vittorio stripped off her glove, her body heated further with the image of his long, powerful frame moving over her, entering her. 

Mia imagined he would take command of her body, ensuring that he pleasured her with all the skill he surely possessed. She couldn’t help but wonder if he would look as amazing out of the expensively tailored clothing as he did at this moment. Of course, he would. Everything about Vittorio was first class. He would fit right in with Birgitte. Mia wasn’t close to being in the same league.

Vittorio began to strip off the second glove, giving it every bit as much attention as he had given to the first one. His fingers strummed along her arm as he tugged at the satin. Her newly bared arm hung at her side, her fingers closed into a fist so she didn’t reach out and tangle them in his thick hair. 

“Don’t you have breezes in Mezzano?” she asked, her voice rough with desire. She hoped he would think it was the heat that affected her so. He still held one of her hands in his. She lifted the other hand to wave in front of her face, trying to stir the muggy air.

“Ah, my poor cara. It is still and humid this evening. Be assured we have our share of wind and rain.” The second glove was off now and Vittorio released her hand. How ridiculous it was to feel bereft at the loss of his touch. He folded the gloves and tucked them into the pocket of his jacket. 

Mia lifted her heavy hair off her neck to try to cool off for a moment. Maybe she should have worn it up. “I know I should enjoy the warm weather. Right now in Stagatland I would have to be bundled up in a coat and scarf and boots to stand outside.”

Vittorio swept his gaze over her. “And it would truly be a shame to cover the amazing view I have at this moment.”

She let her hair fall down her back. “I suspect you have had a lot of practice with those charming lines,” Mia said, letting the amusement show in her voice. Still, she soaked up the compliment, let the pleasure flow over her like a warm spring rain.

He took her hand, lifted it to his lips. This time the kiss to the back of her bare hand sent fireworks bursting through her system. “It’s only the truth, Birgitte.” 

Hearing her cousin’s name fall from Vittorio’s lips was like a handful of snow smacking her in the face. Of course. She had to remember she wasn’t Mia Holmberg tonight. She’d almost forgotten she was playing a part. Still, she lifted a skeptical brow at his words, they were so foreign to those she usually heard. 

“You will find that I always speak the truth,” he said. “I despise lies and deception. I have heard and seen too many of them during my years in the palace. Too many people say one thing to my face and another behind my back. I speak only the truth when I say that I am so glad you accepted our invitation to my father’s birthday celebration and that I find you incredibly attractive. I would never lie to you.”

Mia shuddered at his words. She couldn’t let him discover her deception. He would never understand. 

Natasha




Time to Go Wassailing!
wassail
Apple Cider Wassail with Sliced Apples
Serves 16
Ingredients:
• 1 gallon apple cider
• 3 TBSP brown sugar
• 2 cinnamon sticks
• cloves
• 1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
• 1 teaspoon ground ginger
• 2 thinly sliced oranges
• 6 cored apples cut in 1 inch pieces
Directions:
1. Add cider, apples, and cinnamon sticks to a large pot and bring to a boil over medium heat.
2. Reduce heat and add remaining spices and brown sugar. Stir to dissolve sugar.
3. Simmer 20 minutes.
4. Add orange slices with cloves stuck in the oranges.
5. Simmer 5 more minutes.
6. Serve in Christmas mugs.
I can’t find my original recipe or crockpot cookbook, which has lots of great recipes so this is really similar. I leave mine on low and guests serve themselves, and then refrigerate and just heat up. It makes the house smell so fragrant. :)Some add orange juice, cranberry juice, or pineapple juice. But I like it simpler and it tastes great. 


Every year, I make this at Christmas though. It’s one of our traditions. Maybe in medieval days, I went a wassailing!

And here are what my fae say to Santa:  https://terrylspear.wordpress.com/the-world-of-fae/

fae-christmas-scroll-900Magic pink rhododendron flowers on summer mountain. Dramatic ove
santa-mailbox-christmas-snow-and-sparkle-900

Hope you find something great about the day!

Terry Spear
“Giving new meaning to the term alpha male where fantasy is reality.”
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Seduced by the Billionaire
New cover! What do you think?



Logan Winter is a hard-driving business tycoon who likes his sex life hot and his emotional life cold. His new high-end call girl is a little different from the ordinary bimbos who fill the role. That's okay, since he's ready for different. Even discovering the mistake that's been made is okay, because he knows how to get what he wants…and he wants Amanda.

Here are some reviewer comments:



"Seduced by the Billionaire will captivate readers with its deeply moving storyline. Carly Carson has managed to capture the essence of true love. For an unforgettable story of the power of love to heal all wounds, look no further."
~Chris Mead of Romance Junkies


"For those of us who like our romance to be sexy and fun."
~Jeannie Zelos, Amazon Top 1000 Reviewer



Excerpt:

"I’m not attracted to you!" Amanda's breath strangled in her throat as she fought a moan. She'd known it was a mistake to allow her new boss, Logan Winter, to book them into the same hotel room, even if it was a two-bedroom suite.

"Are you sure about that?" Logan asked.

His tongue licked her lips and her mouth fell open, without any decision on her part. He swept in, and this time he kissed her hard. So hard she had to kiss him back. So hard that their tongues couldn't avoid tangling. So hard that it was only natural for his arms to sweep around her and crush her to him.

She tasted whiskey on his tongue, smelled heat on his skin, and heard murmurs of approval in his throat.

No, she wasn’t sure about anything. Except the fact that she couldn’t do this. She couldn’t be thinking about twining her legs around his waist, or falling back on the plush sofa and turning it into a bed.

His mouth moved down her neck as he pressed kisses both hard and tender to her. He bit her where her neck met her shoulder, just as his roaming hands feathered over her breasts. Her purse fell to the floor, and the thump registered a wake-up call.

 "Logan," she said, struggling to repeat the words. Lie or not, she had to say them to stop this dangerous madness. "I’m not attracted to you."

 He released her just enough to look down at her. "So why are your nipples hard?"

"Because you’ve been manhandling them!"

His half smile showed, though his face looked a little strained. "Yeah, technically I suppose they have been handled by a man. With great pleasure."

"I've had a long day." If she didn't get out of this room, she might grab him. "I'd like to retire to my room. Will you need me tonight for work?"

He raised his brows. "Yes, I will need you," he said firmly. "Perhaps you’d like to change into something more comfortable?" He glanced at his watch. "Shall we say half-an-hour?"

"Fine." She suppressed a sigh. He had told her this would be her first night on the job. "Though I don’t need to change," she added. "What will you want me to do?"

His gaze, which had been lingering on her breasts, snapped to her face.

"Amanda, you’re a sharp woman. Right from the beginning I liked that about you."

She took a step back. "Your point is?"

"Look, unless you’re wearing a plaid skirt and knee socks, the ingénue approach isn’t my thing."

"The ingénue approach?" He’d reduced her to a parrot.

"The dumb, innocent act. Even in the right outfit, it wouldn’t be my first choice."

"I …" She opened and closed her mouth. Words failed her. Had she taken a job with a pervert?
Damn! It had seemed so perfect! "What are you talking about?"

"Are you new at this?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her. "Because I’ve told the agency I want only experienced women. And no games."

"You know exactly what my experience is. And if you don’t like to play games, then stop speaking in riddles. Just tell me plainly what you want."

"Fine." He jerked his hand toward her. "Get undressed."

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(Story was originally published as Eclipse of the Heart.)
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