Warm up the mince pies and get out the cherry brandy, we are soon to be visited by our favourite jolly man in red. Santa Claus, Father Christmas, Papai Noel, Babbo Natale, Swiety Mikolaj…however, you say it we all all rubbing our hands in anticipation. Or atleast…some of us are, those of us who have been good, if you’ve been naughty you might be left with nothing but a lump of coal. So, us ladies at UTC and some of our favourite authors have written our letters to the big man, you know to put in a few requests and maybe explain a few things…Enjoy!
Like Steve Martin so eloquently put it “If I had one wish this holiday season would be that all the children of the world to join hands and sing together in spirit, harmony and peace.”
In all seriousness though, Santa, there’s a lot of craziness going on right now in the world. Can we maybe take it down a couple notches for 2018? I think everyone can use the mental break from worrying all the time about . . . well, everything.
Read some romance, be kind to your fellow humans and for pity’s sake be a little bit patient
Much love and see you in 2018 <3
I tried. Honest I did. And doesn’t that count for something? However, being good is difficult. Especially when you have people like Francesca, Angela and Annie trying to lead you astray. I think I did okay though, although my halo may be a little dinged up, it’s sat – at a jaunty angle – on my brightly coloured head.
I even managed to complete my Goodreads challenge this year! My target was 200 and I hit, plus some more this year. Lets not talk about the 2017 Romance Roundabout challenge…but although I may have missed the mark a little (a lot) 2018’s challenge will be better. I promise. I’ve also endeavored to try new authors and new genres so I can give the gift of fangirling to loads more authors. No need to thank me, I’m a giver. So really, any slight indiscretions can be over looked right?
So, lets get down to business. I let you break into my house. I let you eat my delicious mince pies and raid my vegetable pantry for Rudolph and the gang. I think, the least you can do is bring me a few bits and pieces. Here is the list of my demands…requests, I mean requests:
- I want 2018 to be the year of FANTASTIC books. There are some highly anticipated reads coming out next year and I want all them to be 5 stars.
- I want one or more of the following: Chris Hemsworth, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Christina Hendriks, Tom Hiddleston, Henry Cavill or Jason Momoa, to knock on my door as they realised that I am the love of their lives.
- Some time. There never seems to be enough of it!
Sending all my love to Mrs Claus and the elves!
from Under the Covers
Mi nombre es Hope Adriana Acenado. I am 5. My papa says I am his princesita. I have been good but I eat too much of my abuelita Maria’s flan.
I would like a easel and paints. My papa gets sad at Christmas. He misses his brother who used to draw pictures like me.
We are going to Midnight Mass soon. We will sing songs in Spanish and English. Then we will come home eat tamales and buenlos put Baby Jesus in his manger and sing Happy Birthday to him. I get to pick 1 present to open before I got to go to bed.
Can you make sure my paint is here. I put a buenlo on the plate for you. Do not get the sugars on the floor
Gracias. Feliz Navidad
by Michelle Mankin
Released: November 11 2017
Series: Tempest #6
A rock star. A stripper. Can a hookup lead to a happily ever after?
A drummer. A rapper. A rock king.
My brother’s best friend.
Arrogant. Forbidden. Do-not-go-there-trouble.
The sexy Latino was too old for me when we first met and I was in high school. But he was my first love. I’ve never gotten over him.
Stripper. Exotic dancer. Her stage name is Queen.
My bandmate’s little sister.
Spicy and sweet. The spark that fires my inspiration. The rhythm to my beat.
She’s the one I imagine when I settle for the others. My ultimate fantasy. Only I can never have her.
Until I arrive in Vegas to record my solo rap album, visit a strip club, and there she is. Miriam was supposed to be in college, but she’s not. She is so not.
Sin city, a place where anything can happen, and I’m the only one in the band who knows her secret.
So why resist anymore?
Who could possibly stop me?
I don’t even know where to start. I want so many things and I swear that I’ve been awfully good the past year with very little compensation. Should I start with how good I am? Well, as you know, I’ve taken most responsibilities at our family owned business while keeping my nursing job. Let me tell you those two jobs alone has taken over my life but I’ve also kept up with the household as well as taking care of my two beautiful girls, not to mention my dear husband. I’ve volunteered at my local church and my girl’s school, sent care packages to the military, and collected over twentyfive gifts for The Family Giving Tree this year. So as you can see, I’ve had my hands full and neglected to give myself some TLC. I’ve decreased my reading time to half and that includes blog work which I enjoy so much. I can’t even remember when my last haircut.
Don’t you think I deserve something in return? First, I want some of my time back. I wanna be able to get daily time for my book world. That includes reading, blogging, and author stalking. I would like more sleep. Not just any kind of sleep. I’m talking honest to goodness, REM, deep sleep. The kind you have with nice, fun, or hot and steamy dreams. Second, I would like an Orbi Home Wifi System. I was told this would solve the problem of spotty signal in my bedroom. If you don’t know what that is, here’s the link: http://amzn.to/2BL01jK . Last, I would like an Apple AirPods. I know, I know. I saw the article saying the radiation from phones and bluetooths are harmful, but I promise I will limit the use only when I’m working out, driving, or vacuuming. It’s really not much to ask right? You got this, Santa! Just remember, I’ve been super good and deserve it.
Looking forward to Christmas morning.
Your very good girl,
from Under the Covers
Just kidding. I mean, I know Pierce is in his thirties, but usually I don’t go for older guys. Not that you’re not rocking the silver fox thing, Santa—or, you know, the bear thing, but I understand you’re married and you seem pretty faithful, so just, no. I was kidding, but now that I’ve explained the joke it’s probably not funny anymore.
Which leads me to Pierce.
I want him for Christmas.
Because I don’t have to explain the joke with him—like, ever. He gets me. He gets when I play, he gets when I don’t want to talk about it—whatever it is—and sometimes he pushes me to talk about it even when I don’t want to talk about it because he knows I’ll feel better if I do. I mean, seriously, a guy who watches me sleep would be pretty creepy, but a guy who knows when I need to talk about it and when I need to shut up and kiss him?
You know what else is rare?
Like, genuine, “Hey, I’ll be a good guy even if I don’t think I’ll get anything out of it,” kindness. I mean, he thinks he’s an asshole, but that’s just because he takes on the hard jobs. Confronting his parents for his sister was a hard job, and he didn’t want to do it, but he took care of her and that’s what mattered. So, maybe he was being an asshole to his parents, but what mattered was he was being a sweetheart to his sister.
And he wasn’t awful to his ex.
I mean, my ex cheated on me and then tried to make me feel bad about it, like, if only I wasn’t such a baby that I’d bang everything that moved me and him could have worked out. Which was twisted and it did a head trip on me like you wouldn’t believe, Santa, but Pierce isn’t like that. I mean, I think listening to a guy talk to his ex should be an acid test for every relationship. If you’re a flaming asshole to your ex, you can be a flaming asshole to your not-ex, and that’s bad. But if you’re kind to someone and respect that there was seven years of relationship there, well, that’s not bad.
In fact that’s good.
And I know he’s feeling bad because his body’s not 100% right now and he got a divorce and lost his job and shit, but the job and the body will come.
The Pierce inside, the one who bought me a teddy bear because I said I wanted a bear when I meant him because he’s got a decent chest sweater, light red, almost pink. I want the guy who acted like my touch was water in the desert, the one who cooked for me, and calls me baby even though I like to tell him what to do.
He’s perfect. Even when he’s not perfect, he’s perfect.
So, Santa baby, what about it? Can I have him for Christmas? For all the Christmases thereafter? I’ll sit on your lap and get flirty if you want. Or, you know, play Santa for Pierce’s niece and nephew, or maybe do a charity gig—whatever you say, Santa.
I just want a Pierce for Christmas, pretty pretty pretty please?
Thanks ever so.
Harold Justice Lombard the Fourth.
But Pierce calls me Hal.
by Amy Lane
Released: December 4th 2017
Published by Dreamspinner Press
Pierce Atwater used to think he was a knight in shining armor, but then his life fell to crap. Now he has no job, no wife, no life—and is so full of self-pity he can’t even be decent to the one family member he’s still speaking to. He heads for Florida, where he’s got a month to pull his head out of his ass before he ruins his little sister’s Christmas.
Harold Justice Lombard the Fifth is at his own crossroads—he can keep being Hal, massage therapist in training, flamboyant and irrepressible to the bones, or he can let his parents rule his life. Hal takes one look at Pierce and decides they’re fellow unicorns out to make the world a better place. Pierce can’t reject Hal’s overtures of friendship, in spite of his misgivings about being too old and too pissed off to make a good friend.
As they experience everything from existential Looney Tunes to eternal trips to Target, Pierce becomes more dependent on Hal’s optimism to get him through the day. When Hal starts getting him through the nights too, Pierce must look inside for the knight he used to be—before Christmas becomes a doomsday deadline of heartbreak instead of a celebration of love.
First, I needed to get something off my chest that I’ve been meaning to say for a very long time now. It’s all right that you didn’t send me a baby Dumbo like I wanted for Christmas. I’ve seen the Dumbos at the zoo and like my dad said at the time, they poop lots and eat lots, and grow really big. So sometimes you know best. I’m sure my parents had something to do with telling you how much I didn’t need Dumbo for Christmas. The real one. I’m grateful to them too.
I know you’re busy taking care of everyone else’s needs, so I’m writing on my wolves’ behalf. Some say you’re an Arctic wolf shifter, others, gray wolves, though technically Arctic wolves are gray wolves. Of course, the red wolves say, no, you are one of them. Really. And then the jaguars got in on the act. It’s all a friendly competition naturally, teeth and claws mostly retracted (for the cats), wolves can’t retract their claws, but you know what I mean. So if you want to secretly tell me the truth, because we all know the real Santa is a shifter, I will be forever grateful.
If you have any spare plane tickets to the Highlands and a paid trip for…let’s say a month at a castle next to a babbling brook, oh, I so want to return! I have in mind another great Highland wolf story, but I need to see that fun-loving Grant family for a while, live in a castle, soak up the fog, and scent of wildflowers, and see the cairns—did you know someone actually created a Highlander out of stones?—love Scotland.
And the Highland coos (cow in Highland talk), and the yellow gorse and purple heather. And eat the haddock. I’m not a big fish eater normally, but I could eat it for every meal. And the castles—especially if the Highlanders are wearing their kilts, bare chested, and showing off their swordsmanship, and taking a run in the heather in their wolf coats. *sigh* The stories I could tell. And I would tell.
Oh, I should say I’ve been very good, Santa. I met all my deadlines, and even more that I didn’t need to meet. I ran all over the place looking to ensure no shifters were locked up in zoos and animal reserves and I documented it, just in case a shifter knew more than I did. I did my part for literacy and when the hurricane hit our area, I helped those less fortunate than me. I ate way more chocolate than I should have, so that’s bad. Really bad. But it makes me feel so good. So it can’t be all that bad, right?
That’s it. Thanks so much, Santa! I’ll set out double chocolate chip cookies and milk—it’s 1% so it’s better for you, and the chocolate, well that will make you feel really good.
Love, Terry Spear
by Terry Spear
Released: January 2nd 2018
Series: Heart of the Wolf #1
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca
Danger, intrigue, and forbidden love in a wolf shifter world so compelling, you'll swear it's real life...
Bella, a female red werewolf, was adopted by a pack of gray wolves as a pup. Now grown up, the alpha of the pack tries to make her his mate against her will--Bella knows she has no choice but to run away.
She makes her way as a lone wolf until childhood friend, Devlyn, comes to bring her home. On their journey back, they get tangled in up in unimaginable danger and must apprehend a werewolf murderer while keeping their identity secret from humans. The chemistry between them sizzles like never before...but they both know if they mate, Devlyn will have to fight the pack's wicked alpha...and it's a fight to the death.
As a companion to Bella and Devlyn's story, this edition includes an exclusive, brand new novella that brings the story of the lupus garou family full circle.
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