Dear Santa: Part 2


Don’t you just love Christmas? Chocolate can be eaten in copious amounts with no judgment, in fact I judge you if you don’t eat at least one whole box of chocolates yourself and alcohol can be consumed freely, just so you can properly get in the ‘spirit’ of things. But, what would Christmas be without Santa? So yes, he may break into our houses every year and eat all our mince pies and drink our brandy and okay, he is a bit judgmental, deciding who has been naughty and who has been nice; but it just wouldn’t be the same without him. So, hear our pleas Santa, we have written these letters just for you to let you know how very good we have been this year… spacer

Dear Santa,

Hey there big guy. Instead of milk and cookies, how about a nice single malt scotch? I know, I know, normally I’m #teamnice, but a little bribe might help me out this year. See, things have changed since my big Patagonian trip and to be honest, #teamnaughty is a hell of a lot more fun. Before you reach for that lump of coal, go get Mrs. Claus. I’m 100% confident she’ll agree that any good girl who spends night after night with a dirty-talking, 6’2 Scottish mountaineer is bound to turn a little wicked.

This Christmas season I could request things to improve the human condition…like a time machine to go back and prevent Miley Cyrus from filming that BB Talk video or iPhones with unbreakable screens. But what I really want more than anything is for people to feel even a fraction of the love that I have in my heart for Rhys McAskill. Sure it’s cheesy to admit, but it’s also the truth.

Also, a little bit of rope wouldn’t hurt. I don’t mind getting tied up in all the holiday spirit if you know what I mean (wink, wink). Oh, and maybe send Rhys the soundtrack to Braveheart. He is so darn cute when he gets annoyed.

Love and kisses,

Auden (from With Every Breath by Lia Riley)


Dear Santa: Part 2
With Every Breath
Book Info

Released: December 29th 2015
Genre: New Adult
Published by Forever
Pages: 288

At the ends of the earth, Patagonia is a land where ambition trumps reason and the savage summit of La Aguja lures the most determined climbers. It's also the last spot a "play-it-safe girl" like Auden Woods expects to find herself. But she'll lace up her brand-new hiking boots and do whatever it takes to secure a dream job at an adventure magazine . . . even if it kills her. And it just might. When disaster strikes, her only chance at survival comes in the form of the surliest, sexiest mountaineer ever to come out of Scotland.

After a climbing accident cost him his brother, professional mountaineer Rhys MacAskill is at the end of his rope. Redemption is not in his future. That is, until a terrifying storm blows a budding journalist into his tent and it's up to him to make sure they both survive until morning. Despite the demons weighing on him, Rhys can't resist the temptation of the charming American and one wild night just isn't enough.

Auden and Rhys soon learn there are no shortcuts as they navigate their way between life, death, and atonement, and discover something they never expected—love.


Dear Santa,

I don’t want to seem confrontational, but I have been a good girl for years and you still haven’t gotten me anything from Christmas list. It’s such a simple request as well, you just need to provide me with a husband, I have even given you the list of all the candidates. I admit, at first asking you to bring some book characters to life may have been a bit of a tall order; however, I know these guys are real, I was stalking them just last week. So, just in case you have forgotten or somehow lost the list of all my future husbands, here it is:

  • Jason Momoa
  • Chris Hemsworth
  • Henry Cavill
  • Benedict Cumberbatch
  • Tom Hiddleston
  • Joe Manganiello
  • Armie Hammer
  • Simon Baker

Please don’t deviate from the list, I fully expect to see one of the above on my doorstep on Christmas morning.

Have a fabulous holiday season!

Under the Covers Book Blog

Dear Santa,

I know it’s been a while since I last wrote to you. It’s nothing personal, I promise. I’ve been busy working on being nominated Mother of the Year. I think I have an excellent shot at it this time. Yes, I might have taught my kids a swear word or four (and a few variations on the F-word), but that’s okay—I’ve learned a few choice words from them, too, so it’s a win-win for us all.

And yes, I might have an addiction problem, but I don’t think the youth hockey teams would see it that way. Thanks to my Diet Dr. Pepper addiction and their bottle drives, I’m supporting future NHL hotties. Mrs. Claus may thank me now. She’s most welcome.

So as you can see, Santa, I’ve been mostly a good girl this year. And because of this, there are three things I would like to see under the tree.

1. A magic wand to help me keep the house clean. As you know, thanks to Mrs. Claus’s successful erotic romance career (don’t worry, that will be our little secret), it’s impossible to write, hang out on social media, and clean toilets. Something has to give. But with a magic wand, it will never be the toilets—or the kitty litter.

2. Dumbledore’s time-turner necklace. Just think of how many books I’d be able to read in a year with that little beauty. Heck, just think of how many steamy romances a year I’d be able to write with that little beauty.

And now for the most important gift of all:

Jamie Fraser

3. Jamie Fraser…because hello, he’s freakin’ Jamie Fraser. Did I mention the kilt?

Now, I know I haven’t visited you in a while. Over twenty years to be exact. And yes, I do miss your Village in Rovaniemi, Finland. But I promise if you deliver Jamie under the tree this year, we’ll be sure to visit you next year. What, you don’t want that hot Scot around the misses? That can be arranged, too.

Well, I should go and let you wrap Jamie for me. And by wrap, I mean a nice festive kilt and nothing else.

Love you, Santa.


Stina Lindenblatt


Dear Santa: Part 2
This One Moment
Book Info

Released: April 4th 2016
Genre: New Adult
Published by Loveswept

Fame, fortune, and stadiums full of screaming fans are right around the corner for the rock band at the heart of Stina Lindenblatt’s steamy, intense Pushing Limits series. But it’s an epic love affair that steals the show in this opening act.

When Nolan Kincaid skipped town to chase the music career of his dreams, he knew he wouldn’t miss the reminders of his broken family—he wasn’t so sure he could forget the girl he left behind. Now his band is touring nonstop, the recording sessions go all night, and the groupies are crazed. But when he hears that Hailey Wilkins is in trouble, he drops everything.

Hailey thought she’d missed her chance with Nolan. Five years ago, the moment she realized she loved him was the moment he decided to leave. Now, when a brutal assault lands her in the ICU, Nolan flies straight to her bedside, acting like nothing’s changed. What’s a rock star like him doing, canceling shows and risking his record deal, just to nurse an old friend back to health? And why should Hailey believe he’ll stay this time?

With her attacker still at large, Nolan’s ready to rise to the occasion. He knows he let Hailey down once before, but he’s ready to give her everything, heart and soul—and he’ll fight for the chance to prove it.


December 20, 1994

Dear Santa,

All I want for Christmas is to not completely fuck everything up.

Maybe I’m nuts (okay, fine, not maybe) and I’m sure you don’t get a lot of 21-year-old women writing to you, but I’m in a situation here and you’re the kind and patient type, so here goes.

Under normal circumstances, I’d be asking for an Ibanez Tube Screamer distortion pedal for Christmas. The TS9 reissue they’re making these days will put just the right touch of growl in my guitar tone. I’ve been wanting the TS9 ever since Travis let me try his out in practice last month, because it sounds amazing. Perfect. But I don’t have the money to buy one, because I’m cleaned out after getting my car fixed and I spent what little I had left buying Christmas presents for Mom and Granny and Nick.

I haven’t been able to shut up about the TS9 since I tried it, and then this afternoon Travis called me to say Guitar Center is having a sale and I can get one for $50. Well, guess who doesn’t have $50 for a guitar pedal? That’s right, this jobless college student right here. If I didn’t have to drive or eat for the next two weeks, I would have gladly emptied my savings account. I briefly considered not eating, but in a rare moment of sanity, decided to hit the Foodtown instead for the value pack of ramen noodles.

Then tonight we played the annual Billy Broadband Christmas Extravaganza. We got there and I set my gear up, then went to the bar to get us a round. Came back to the stage to deliver the drinks, strapped on my guitar, but when I looked down at my pedals, guess what was there, right between my tuner and my Big Muff? A brand new TS9! I was so confused I asked Travis, “Is this yours?” He looked unbearably cute and dorky in his Pavement T-shirt and Santa hat, but then he gave me this smile—I swear, that boy’s smile is going to be the end of me—and pointed to his feet at his own Tube Screamer.

“Mine’s safe and sound right here,” he said. “For now.”

“Then where did this pedal come from?” I asked, but he just started adjusting the volume on his amp and making a bunch of noise. I turned around to look at Joey behind the kit, who shrugged, like he didn’t know. Right. I turned to Cole, who was tuning his bass and poked him in the shoulder.

“What?” he asked.

“Who put this Tube Screamer here?”

“Beats me,” Cole said. “Ask Santa.”

But Santa Travis was already starting up the feedback, and that’s our go-signal to start the set. I put my hands on my hips and gave him an accusing look, but he cracked smile and I was speechless (and ha, that’s rare). Then he leaned in so I could hear him over the noise. And I heard him, all right. I heard the tiny sound of his lips moving before he spoke. I caught the faint, clean scent of his hair. Not that I was paying close attention or anything.

“Come on,” he said, right in my ear and I heard it all the way down to my soul. “Let’s hear what that TS9 can do for Blue Christmas.”

Joey clicked the drum sticks four times and then we were off, doing a very loud, fast, and gnarly rendition of my favorite depressing Christmas song. But even in my ripped lumberjack flannel and combat boots, I don’t think I looked very punk rock with that big, goofy smile on my face the entire night.

“I can’t believe you got me that pedal,” I said when he dropped me off late after the show. “You shouldn’t have spent that kind of money on me, Travis.”

“You sounded awesome,” he said. “Exactly the sound you were looking for, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “But I feel bad that I don’t have anything for you.”

“Emmy, that Gretsch tone is so rich now, it’s a gift just to play alongside you.”

Didn’t help matters that it was dark and late and his eyes were all shiny in the glow of the streetlamp. That didn’t help me feel calm one bit. I swallowed and had to look out the window so I didn’t end up in his lap.

“Wish you didn’t have to fly home tomorrow,” I said, trying to keep my voice normal. You know, cool and business-like. “We’ve got a lot of jamming to do over this break. We need to tweak our tone some more now that I’ve got the TS9 in my setup.”

“I’m going to miss you, too,” he said with that sweet boy smile of his, and I’m not sure how much my heart can take, Santa. Not much, I fear.

I leaned over and put my arms around him, which I think only made matters much, much worse. Because he hugged me back and even through my thick army jacket, he felt so warm I did not want to let go.

“Thank you, Travis,” I said, my face sort of against his neck, my nose in his hair and ugh. He smelled so good it took every ounce of my strength not to kiss his neck, though that would have been pretty awkward because Travis and I are just friends. “Best present ever,” I said.

“You’re very welcome, Emmylou,” he said, his arms tightening around me. “Merry Christmas.”

I had to hop out of the van right then because if I didn’t, I was certain I was going to kiss him. And I can’t kiss Travis, because if I do, I’m going to fuck everything up and Travis is easily the best thing that’s happened to this band since Cole got his Ampeg. The best thing that’s happened to me since… anyway. Bands have rules against this sort of thing, and for good reasons.

So, dear Santa, since I won’t be needing that Tube Screamer, I’m hoping you can slip some sort of anti-boy-disaster potion into my stocking, or some kind of amnesia pill for how brilliant and talented and sweet and generally perfect Travis is. That’s all I need this year. If anyone can help me not fuck things up with Travis, it’s you. I’m pretty sure you’re my only hope.

And I’ll be sure to leave you Rice Krispies treats and a flask near the fireplace at Mom’s Christmas Eve.

Love always,
Emmylou Kelley
Stars on the Floor (aka SOFT/Soft yes, I know that’s not the correct acronym.)
Highland Park, New Jersey


Dear Santa: Part 2
Loud is How I Love You
Book Info

Released: January 19th 2016
Genre: New Adult
Series: Hub City #1
Published by InterMix

One girl’s heart gets rocked to the core in the first novel in this sexy New Adult series.>

Twenty-one-year-old front girl Emmylou knows that getting her band noticed in the ‘90s indie rock scene will be no easy task. She definitely knows better than to break the number one rule of the band: Don't sleep with your bandmates! But after she ends up having the best sex of her life with her guitarist, Travis, she finds following that rule is a lot harder than it sounds.

When the band gets the gig of their dreams, making it big seems just within reach. But Emmy’s inability to keep her hands off Travis threatens everything they’ve worked for. Can Emmy find a way to break the rules and not blow the chance of a lifetime?


Dear Santa,

Unless your memory is better than mine, you probably won’t remember me. I lost my faith in you 70 years ago when you didn’t bring me that slingshot I asked for. I never understood why girls were supposed to get dolls and boys got all the fun toys. It wasn’t fair.

But that’s all in the past and now I need your help—especially for my granddaughter Allie. I’m downright worried about that girl.

She’s has gotten so used to wearing baggy jeans and t-shirts to work that she’s forgot how to dress up and go out for a good time. More than anyone right now, she needs a good time—and to meet a man who’s definitely NOT that sexy cowboy over at the Lucky Penny.

hot pants  honkytonk jeans

Ain’t nothing ever good come out of that ranch. It’s been the unluckiest chunk of Texas dirt in history, and I don’t want her tangled up with it. So bring her some sparkly pink hot pants or whatever it is the hoochies wear these days. She’ll have so much attention, she’ll forget all about Blake Dawson and his wild ways.

jose jack

I might need a little more help than fancy clothes, so the next thing on my list is a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and maybe one of good tequila. Not just for me, though. A few sips will help Allie mellow up. But go on and bring two good sized bottles. I’ll see to it that not a single drop goes to waste.

caddy etta

Oh, and I also would like a bright yellow 1959 Cadillac. It don’t have to be a convertible but it does have to have a radio that plays Etta James music.

If you can deliver this stuff, it will restore my faith.

I’ll leave a shot of Jack and some damn fine brownies (wink, wink) on the table for you.

Big old Texas hugs,
Irene Loga
(Carolyn Brown, Wild Cowboy Ways)



Dear Santa: Part 2
Wild Cowboy Ways
Book Info

Released: December 22nd 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Lucky Penny Ranch #1
Published by Forever
Pages: 368


Allie Logan isn't the type to land a hot hunk of cowboy. Truth is, she's given up on dating since shedding her no-good ex. But the new owner of the most ramshackle ranch in Texas might just change her mind about that. He's six-foot-plus of tall, dark, and charming—the kind of guy who could make a girl throw caution to the wind . . . or the kind of guy who could break her heart.

Blake Dawson hopes he can make Lucky Penny Ranch finally live up to its name, but the property needs a ton of work. Allie and her carpentry skills are his best shot at getting things in order. Besides the fact that her brown eyes and dangerous curves have him roped and tied. Now Blake only needs to convince her that a wild cowboy can be tamed by love—and she's just the one to do it.






Dear Santa,

I’m incredibly disappointed with you. You did not deliver anything I had asked for last year.  The number of books I read is even lower than the year before. I won’t even mention the other things I asked for…did not come true.  So, this year, I’ve been extra rotten.  I figure it’s the only way to get you attention.  I have done everything in my power to put oomph on the rotten things I’ve  learned from my girls at UTC.  I feel that I am worthy of the things I will ask for this eve.  What do you say?


To start, I will need extra help on my TBR for 2016.  I need you to move on it and PLEASE (emphasize please because I’m nice like that) do what you do and sprinkle good reading mojo on me so I can speed read that list. Next, PLEASE do something about the lack of UF/PNR releases.  There isn’t enough in 2015…why is that?  Meh, nevermind why, just fix it.  Last, I’ve looked at pictures from this year, and I’ve noticed a lack of color on my face.  No, I don’t need a tan, but some makeup.  Not that I lack lipsticks in my possession but remembering to put some on is such a damn task.  This sound like a first world issue, and in a way, I agree but damn it, slap some color on them lips right?  A daily reminder, PLEASE?

With lots of naughty love,





Dear Santa,

Well, dude, it’s been quite the year. All settled into my dream home (thanks for that) and finished decorating for Christmas. By the way, the elf showed up again this year. Please tell the little bastard to stop eating all the cookies and magically transferring the calories back to me. Oh, and if I catch him flashing Barbie his little elf bits again, I’m going to punch his jingling balls.

My Christmas list is a little long this year. I apologize for that, but maybe you can find it in your jolly ol’ heart to grant me all my wishes.

Please make:
My dangling girl parts a little perkier.
My Internet browser a little faster.
Twitterverse less distracting.
My IG selfies a little cuter and less wrinkly.

Take away:
The anger.
The hate.
The selfishness.

Give us more:
Laughter (this one deserves two).

Oh, and please ask my heroes and heroines to forgive me for what’s to come.

Thanks, big guy!

Hugs & Kisses,



Dear Santa: Part 2
Of Flame and Promise
Book Info

Released: January 12th 2016
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: Weird Girls #6
Published by Loveswept
Pages: 171

Cursed by a spell meant to destroy them, Taran Wird and her sisters instead developed unique magical talents. With the power of fire and lightning literally at her fingertips, Taran doesn’t fear much. Demons, vamps, whatever—bring ’em on! Only one thing terrifies her: commitment.

Taran is crazy about her boyfriend, Gemini, a sexy were with the incredible ability to split into two separate wolves. But after watching her sister go through heartbreak with the pack’s Alpha, Taran knows not to count on happily ever after—despite Gemini’s desire to claim her as his mate. Reluctantly, she agrees to meet his very traditional and conservative parents. Taran’s a badass with a mouth to match, and Gemini loves her for it. She’s just not positive these attributes will please Mom and Dad.

Unsurprisingly, every attempt by Taran to bond with Gemini’s folks proves disastrous. But in the end, Taran finds that winning them over means unleashing her powers . . . and proving that this foul-mouthed fire-starter is a force to be reckoned with.








SIGNED copy of HEARTS OF FIRE by L.H. Cosway
SIGNED copy of BLADE ON THE HUNT by Lauren Dane
SIGNED copy of ALICE IN ZOMBIELAND by Gena Showalter
THE AFFAIR by Beth Kery
THE COLLAR by Tara Sue Me
STILL THE ONE by Jill Shalvis
WICKED FOR YOU by Shayla Black


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Chele' Walker

This blog always goes over and beyond! I love you gals!! I would ask Santa for books, Michael B. Jordan and Lakers Tickets lol. Merry Christmas!

Katie Lowden

Awesome giveaway, so generous. I would ask for more paperbacks to go with the new bookcase I got! Merry Christmas!!

Amanda Sheila

I’d ask Santa for a complete set of Kristen Ashley’s books! Gosh. Haha. Thank you so much, ladies! Hope you have a very merry Christmas!

Laura Lovejoy Brunk

More books !!


Thank for the giveaway.
I ask for more books!


Thanks so much for this amazing Giveaway and Merry Christmas


I asked Santa for more books. He came and brought me books, jewelry and some gorgeous vintage cases for them. <3


The ability to take (and afford) a trip to Europe with the hubs 😉

Sue G.

Good health for my family and myself.

Betul E.

Signed books!

Kristy Petree

I would ask for time off work and continued good health for me and my husband. And books! Thanks!


A new cell phone ♡♡
Thanks so much for the awesome giveaway ?
Merry Christmas!


Money for books !!!!!

Elle Magnussen

Kindle and Amazon GC. LMAO :))

Carrie J

Merry Christmas! Thanks for the giveaway!

Carrie J

I forgot to say I would ask Santa for books of course!

Esther Gerdzen

Signed books ore a kindle 🙂 Merry Christmas ? Thank you for the chance !

Amber M

A year of health and happiness.

Crystal Bell

Thanks for the chance, Merry Christmas


a Kindle 🙂

Kathleen Bylsma

Merriest of Christmases to you all!

Maria Passia

A job!

Joanne B

A Kindle, books, and an Amazon gift card.


Free time and a lotto win =D Yes, please!
Happy Holidays!

Texas Book Lover

Jeans and a new kindle case.

Diana Doan

A new pair of boots and more books 😉


True love!


A kindle Paperwhite, books and Amazon gift cards


world peace, more books, more time to read books and to not get strep throat on Christmas…Merry Christmas!!


I asked for an amazon gift card so I can fill up my kindle.


Good health and happiness for my family and me 🙂


More books 🙂


Books! And a puppy

Linda Townsend

More books!

Diane Sallans

I asked for an adult coloring book!

Karen Lauterwasser

Santa, could I have time to read all the books?


Good food, great movies to watch and nap time. Oh wait that’s what I already have planned for the rest of the weekend.

Stephanie F.

More books or money for more books and a few bookshelves to put more books, lo.


I’ll ask Santa for: financial support, books, more books, giveaways, and books!


time off work so I can dive into my TBR pile 🙂 thanks so much for sharing!

Janie McGaugh

Amazon gift cards!

Maria Theresa Santos


Jolanda L

Signed books or a kindle 😀

Irma J

iPhone and books.

Artemis Giote

Books, more books or ereader.

Kim Perry

Merry Christmas! I asked for books and gift cards.

Ileana A.

More books 😉