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Jessamyn's Christmas Gift
EC's White Hot Holiday Series
by N.J. Walters
 
It’s Christmas Eve and Jessamyn Parker waits by the fireside in her boyfriend’s house. She expects him home any minute after being away for three months on business. Clad only in a slinky teddy and sprawled beneath the Christmas tree, she plans to surprise him. This is her last attempt to re-kindle their dying relationship.
But instead of her boyfriend, a complete stranger surprises her. Caleb Morgan is the new sheriff, and unbeknownst to her, he is also the new owner of the house. Jessamyn flees back to her own home, determined to forget, not only her boyfriend’s betrayal, but also the heated desire that Caleb has sparked within her.
While Jessamyn is shocked by his appearance, Caleb is enthralled by her. But Jessamyn has had more than enough of men. Now, one year later, it’s Christmas time again, and Jessamyn is still swearing off men. But Caleb has other ideas. The only thing he wants for Christmas is the same thing he wanted last year and didn’t quite get. Jessamyn Parker under his tree.
 
"If a reader only has the chance to read one short story this year, they could not go wrong with this one."
5 Angels & Recommended Read honor — Jesssica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT is a wonderfully entertaining tale, full of fun characters and amusing incidents."
4.5 Blue Ribbons—Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
"A sensual tale, JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT features likable characters in an interesting situation...short but sweet, JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT is not to be missed."
—Jennifer Bishop, Romance Reviews Today
"...a deliciously hot and fun quickie...JESSAMYN'S CHRISTMAS GIFT is a sweet love story that left me leaving warm and toasty inside."
—Nannette, Joyfully Reviewed
"...NJ Walters has once again given us a fantastic story that so perfectly blends sensual situations, humor, and romance. What a wonderful holiday gift!"
4.5 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
"...a holiday story not to pass up."
4 Hearts—Sarah W, The Romance Studio
"...a must for any Walters fan, as well as anyone who likes a spicy yet heartwarming tale."
8 Rating—Elizabeth, Novelspot
"...Sensual and full of delicious sexual tension."
4 Stars—Francesca Hayne, JERR
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Excerpt from Jessamyn's Christmas Gift
©2005 N.J. Walters
I must be out of my mind. Jessamyn Parker rubbed her hands up and down her arms, trying to warm herself. Goose bumps covered her skin in spite of the cheery fire crackling in the hearth behind her. A log shifted, sending sparks flying into the air behind the fireplace screen.
What was I thinking? There was no answer from the firelight as she stared into its depths. She knew very well what had prompted this desperate move on her part. Bennett Anderson.
She and Bennett had been dating for about six months, but he had been away on business for the last three. A lawyer in the small town of Serenity, Bennett was considered a most eligible bachelor. Jessamyn had been surprised and flattered when he’d first asked her out. She wasn’t the type of girl who usually got asked out on dates by handsome lawyer types.
Not that she wasn’t pretty, in her own way. She wasn’t thin or blonde, which seemed to be society’s accepted norm of beauty. At thirty years of age, she’d long accepted the fact that she was a solid size sixteen with very generous curves. Her brown hair tumbled down past the middle of her back in a riot of untamed curls, which was why she usually kept it pinned up in a bun at the nape of her neck. But tonight, her hair was down.
Bennett was due home tonight from New York City where he’d been working. His phone calls had been fewer, his tone brusque, over the past few weeks, and Jessamyn had been getting that sinking feeling in the bottom of her stomach that the end was near. This was her last ditch effort at reviving their lagging relationship.
Jessamyn smoothed her hands down over the red satin that covered her stomach, desperately trying to settle the butterflies that were fluttering there. It was the twenty-fourth of December, and that had sparked her romantic soul, prompting her to buy this ridiculously skimpy teddy with the faux fur trim around the neck.
It had been no hardship to shop for the outfit. Jessamyn had a weakness for pretty undergarments. Her dresser drawers were filled with silks, satins and lace in all manners of colors and styles. Usually, however, she didn’t buy anything quite so…well…tiny. There wasn’t much to the outfit. Thin spaghetti straps held up the bodice, which dipped very low and showcased her cleavage. Cut high on the thighs, almost to her waist, it left a whole lot of skin exposed.
It had seemed like such a good idea at the lingerie store when she’d bought it. She’d put on the sexy teddy, lie in a provocative pose under Bennett’s Christmas tree and surprise him when he came home.
It had been extremely easy to accomplish. After all, Bennett actually lived just next door to her and she had a key to his back door. She’d spent her entire day off decorating his home and putting up a Christmas tree in his living room. She had visions of the two of them having a very merry Christmas together. But now that the time had actually arrived, she was losing her courage. The soft holiday music playing in the background did little to soothe her.
Shivering, more with nerves than actual cold, she wrapped her hands around her crystal goblet and took a fortifying sip of the expensive wine that she’d poured earlier. The tart, fruity flavor slid easily down her throat, soothing her dry mouth. Nerves were beginning to get the better of her. She wished Bennett would just hurry up and get here.
No sooner had she thought it than she heard the sound of a car turning into the driveway. Taking a deep breath, she placed her glass on the coffee table and draped herself in what she hoped was a seductive pose, across the plush faux fur rug that she’d spread in front of the fireplace. The scraping of a key in the lock made her catch her breath. Boots stamped in the front porch before proceeding down the hallway.
Gathering her courage, Jessamyn cleared her throat. “I’m in here. Come and get your Christmas present.”
The footsteps stopped at the sound of her voice and then she heard them moving closer. Her eyes were glued on the entranceway, which was surrounded by greenery and white twinkling lights. He moved into the light and every cell of her body went on alert.
Her gaze moved slowly upward, over a pair of faded jeans that molded to his strong legs. A blue flannel shirt was tucked in, emphasizing his lean waist. His shoulders were wide, straining at the seams of his shirt as he fisted his hands at his waist. Hair the color of mahogany fell carelessly across his forehead. His face wasn’t handsome, so much as strong. His nose was prominent, his lips thin, and his jaw was shadowed with stubble.
But it was his eyes that pinned her to the spot. Amber, they seemed to glow as they watched her. The eyes of a predator. This was six feet of prime male standing in front of her, studying her almost-naked form.
Her nipples tightened, pushing against the thin fabric and Jessamyn knew he could see them in the firelight when his eyes lingered there. She moved her legs restlessly as the ache between her thighs grew. Cream flowed, dampening the thin piece of satin between her legs. Every hair on her body was standing on end as her entire being clamored its need for this man.
There was only one slight problem. He wasn’t Bennett.
She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing but a squeak emerged. He shifted in the doorway, moving closer, and Jessamyn rolled to her feet. The other doorway closest to her led to the kitchen, and from there, she could make her escape out the back door.
Belatedly, she grabbed the small rug and held it in front of her. It was little protection against his heated stare.
“Who the hell are you?”
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Unmasking Kelly
by N.J. Walters
It’s Halloween night and a masquerade party is in full swing at Brannigan’s Pub where Kelly Allen works as a waitress. But Kelly is not working tonight.
Instead, she has donned the costume of a saloon girl, and has set out to seduce the man of her dreams, Liam Brannigan. She’s been in love with her boss almost from the first, and tonight, hiding behind her costume and mask, she can keep her identity a secret as she attempts to seduce him into one long, hot night of pleasure.
Liam Brannigan is enthralled with the lady behind the mask. Sensual and mysterious, she is every man’s fantasy, and he wants her from the moment she saunters up to the bar. But she is much more than just a one-night stand. Liam is determined to remove her mask and claim the lady as his very own. Can he convince her to reveal her identity or will she walk out of the bar and his life forever?
"I absolutely loved this short story - the ending is perfect and the characters are fantastic."
5 Cupids—Marina, Cupid's Library Reviews
"Unmasking Kelly is a short, yet stimulating story that will quickly be added to your keeper pile!"
5 Stars—Trang Black, JERR
"NJ Walters writes a fresh-voiced, sexy, touching short story that delivers everything it promises and more."
9 Rating—Maitresse, Novelspot
"...not only packs a punch, but it explores the relationship between the characters, making it a romantic as much as an erotic read."
4.5 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
"...another winner for N.J. Walters."
—Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed
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Excerpt from Unmasking Kelly
©2006 N.J. Walters
Liam worked his way down the bar, serving up tall, cold mugs of beer and mixing drinks until he finally reached her far corner. “Welcome to Brannigan’s, pretty lady. What can I get you?” His smooth, deep tones rolled across her skin like a caress. He stood in front of her with his hands on his hips and a twinkle in those deep blue eyes. His shirt was open at the top, emphasizing the strong column of his neck and offering her a tantalizing glimpse of his impressive chest. Really, the man was too sexy to be let out amongst the regular population.
She frowned when she realized he was staring at her. Glancing down, she had a quick peek at her cleavage to make sure she hadn’t fallen out of the bustier. It was close. Her breasts swelled against the lace trim, but her nipples were still covered. Barely.
Her head jerked up when she felt his fingers beneath her chin. But instead of releasing her, his hand cupped her jaw and he leaned closer. For a moment she thought he might kiss her. Her lips parted in anticipation. His breath was warm on her moist mouth. He was close. So very close.
“What can I get you?” His voice was so soft and seductive it took a few seconds for her to process the meaning of his words. She jerked her head back in embarrassment, her cheeks heating. While she’d been all but undressing the man with her eyes, he’d been waiting for her to order.
“White wine, please.” Her tone was briskly matter-of-fact and Kelly wanted to bang her head against the bar in frustration. She wasn’t supposed to use her regular voice. She’d practiced lowering her voice and speaking more slowly and sensually.
But Liam had turned away to fill her drink order, giving no indication that he recognized her. Good. All wasn’t lost. She could do this. She knew she could. When he placed her glass on the bar in front of her, she smiled at him. “Thank you, handsome.” This time, her voice was mellow with a come-hither tone.
He smiled his pirate’s grin. “You’re welcome. You here with anyone?”
This was it. This was her chance. Trying not to seem too eager, she picked up her glass and took a long sip. Lowering the glass back to the bar, she licked her lips, allowing her tongue to stroke across first the upper and then the lower lip. His eyes tracked every movement of her tongue.
Was it just her or was the room getting hotter? Her costume suddenly seemed incredibly tight and she struggled to breathe. Her breasts felt so heavy and the tips ached unbearably. The tight lacing that cinched her waist and torso made her feel voluptuous and unbelievably sexy. Her pussy throbbed and she struggled not to squirm in her seat.
“No,” she managed to whisper. “I’m not with anyone.”
Liam leaned across the bar and stared into her eyes. The world around them disappeared. The sounds of the music, the chatter of the people and the din of the bar seemed to fade into nothing. There was only her and Liam. His lips barely skimmed hers before leaving a trail of hot, moist kisses to her ear. He traced the whorl of her ear with his tongue before nipping the lobe with his teeth. “You are now,” he whispered. “If that’s what you want.”
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Drakon's Treasure
EC's Autumn Animalia Series
by N.J. Walters
Captured when the armies of Gradoc swept through her village at the base of the Varkas Mountains, Eartha has spent the last five years as a slave. By day, she labors in the fields and by night she is forced to share Hameon of Gradoc’s bed. But Eartha has learned patience, biding her time until an opportunity comes for her to escape.
Seizing her chance, she flees. With Hameon’s guards in pursuit, she ducks into a dark, dingy tavern. The only hope Eartha has of saving herself from being recaptured is to join the company of a man. Bravely, she approaches a solitary stranger in the corner of the bar.
Arrik Varkas Drakon is more than just a man. He is a Drakon lord. Half-dragon, half-man, his kind usually ignores the affairs of men. But from the moment Eartha steps into the bar, she intrigues him. Once he sees her face, he knows he must have her.
Arrik sweeps her away from the danger, but it follows them into the mountains. And when Hameon and his forces come to take her back, they quickly discover that, above all, a dragon always guards and keeps his treasure.
"Talk about raising the paranormal shapeshifting bar another notch! Once again, N.J. Walters writes a compelling and satisfying character-driven story that is sure to sizzle your fingertips and make you tear up."
5 Angels and a Recommended Read—Sarah W, Fallen Angel Reviews
"... a beautiful story about love, acceptance and deep abiding commitment....If you don't read DRAKON'S TREASURE, you'll be doing a disservice to yourself."
5 Kisses and a Recommended Read—Kerin, Two Lips Reviews
"...a quick paced tale that will draw readers in and not let go until you've read every last page."
5 Blue Ribbons—Chrissy Dionne, Romance Junkies
"Ms. Walters demonstrates an enormous talent for making 'love at first sight' feel normal, natural and perfect instead of contrived and convenient...."
5 Stars—Keely Skilman, eCataRomance
"...an outstanding story that I couldn't put down..."
5 Hearts—Julia, The Romance Studio
"Walters mesmerizes in a short but potent tale of a dragon's love."
4 Stars—Faith V. Smith, RT Book Reviews
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Excerpt from Drakon's Treasure
©2006 N.J. Walters
Arrik was spellbound by the beauty seated next to him. Her face was heart-shaped and her skin was pale, almost translucent. Her eyes were huge, slightly slanted at the corners, and the same colour as the violets that grew wild in the mountain meadows near his home. Her nose tilted upward slightly, but had a small bump in the center. He wondered how she’d broken it.
Reaching out a hand, he cupped her fragile jaw, tracing the curve of her full bottom lip with his thumb. She gasped slightly and her mouth parted to reveal straight white teeth. With her hood still covering her, he couldn’t tell if her hair was long or short, but it was black as a raven’s wing. She swallowed hard and he watched her throat move convulsively. Her chest rose and fell as her breathing grew more rapid.
She licked her lips, her tongue accidentally licking his thumb. Desire, strong and potent, ripped through his veins. His cock swelled, pushing hard against the opening of his leather pants. It had been decades since he’d wanted a woman, longer since he’d actually had one. Neither the beast nor the man in him had been interested. Until now.
But he’d observed the world enough to know how the games of man were played. “How much?” His whispered words were almost a growl, as the lustful beast growing within him demanded he take her no matter the cost. The man was smarter and waited.
“I am no whore!” She was shaking now, more in anger than fear. Her response confused him.
“Then why did you offer yourself to me?”
He could see the confusion in her eyes as she struggled to regain control of her emotions. “I…” She shook her head and sighed.
The door of the tavern banged off the wall as several well-armed men, obviously elite guardsmen, surged through. The woman next to him gasped and practically threw herself into his arms, clinging to his side as she tugged the hood more firmly around her face. “Please.” She grabbed the front of his cloak, twisting the fabric in her fingers. “I’ll do anything you want. Just tell them I’m with you.”
He sensed just how much it cost her to speak those words and it angered him that she felt she had to plead. “They will not take you,” he heard himself promise her. And the moment he spoke the words, he knew that they were true. He would not let her go until he’d discovered all her secrets, until the lust that she fired in his belly had been slaked.
The armed men tore through the tavern pushing aside patrons and shoving tables out of their way. “Anybody seen a lone woman come in here?”
“We don’t want any trouble.” The barkeep hefted a cudgel from behind the counter.
“And you won’t have none,” the guard retorted. “Not unless you’re hiding Lord Hameon’s runaway slave.” He grabbed a woman up from one of the benches and tilted her face toward the dim light from the lanterns before shoving her back down into her seat.
The leader of the guards stalked across the room and Arrik could feel the woman quivering against him. The man reached his hand over the table toward her cloak. “Let’s have a look at you.”
Quick as a snake, Arrik captured the guard’s wrist in an iron grip. “You will not touch her. She is mine.”
The tavern went deathly silent at his refusal. The guard yanked his arm from Arrik’s grasp. “I don’t know who you are, stranger, but I am Proctor, the leader of Lord Hameon of Gradoc’s elite guards. Stand aside or die.” The man puffed out his chest as he spoke, as if expecting to be immediately obeyed. His comrades were behind him now, six men in total.
Arrik stirred, sliding out of the seat. The other man just stared up at him as he stood to his full seven feet. Raising his hands, he slowly pushed his hood aside, revealing his face for the first time. The other man paled and stumbled back a step.
“I am Arrik Varkas Drakon and the woman is mine.”
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Anastasia's Style
EC's Valentine Vixens series
by N.J. Walters
Anastasia Style, owner of Hassle-free Holidays, is having anything but a hassle-free Valentine’s Day. Her normally reliable car has a flat and she has a delivery to make for a last minute, lucrative client. And if that wasn’t enough to make a woman crazy, she still has to make it to her lawyer’s office in time to sign her divorce papers.
She just has to set the stage for her client’s romantic evening and then she’s off to her lawyer’s office to officially end her marriage to Mason Style. Except her client has other ideas about how Anastasia will be spending her evening, and he has no intention of ever letting her go.
"I loved Anastasia's Style! Loved it!... N.J. Walters' flair for bringing her characters' emotions to the surface never fails to entice me and so once again, I was treated to a really good read just in time for Valentine's Day!"
4.5 Blue Ribbons—Natasha Smith, Romance Junkies
"It's always a pleasure reading and reviewing an N.J. Walters story, and Anastasia's Style, with its capable characters and scintilating story, tells another wonderful tale of love."
4 Hearts—Sarah W, The Romance Studio
"...ranks top of my list as one of the best Valentine's Day themed stories."
—Holly Tibbs, RRT Erotic
"...a sensual story that is further enriched by realistic emotions and likeable characters."
5 Angels—Amanda S, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Anastasia's Style truly is a love story...will touch your heart..."
—Jo, Joyfully Reviewed
"A beautiful story well worth reading many times over..."
4/5 Stars—Mahaira Fatima, JERR
"...filled with emotion, love, loss and redemption. N.J. Walters' characters are filled with personality, emotion, and are written in a way that gives you a look into their very souls."
4 Kisses—Tara, TwoLips Reviews
"...just the right amount of steam and sparks. This is truly a book I will refer to friends without hesitation."
4 Cups—Liadan, Coffee Time Romance
"This reviewer enjoyed Ms. Walters' ANASTASIA'S STYLE, and would recommend it to anyone looking for a Valentine story to enkindle old feelings."
4 Hearts—Tina, Love Romances and More
"...the perfect read for Valentine's Day."
4 Roses—Jackie, A Romance Review
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Excerpt from Anastasia's Style
©2006 N.J. Walters
His fingers lightly traced her leg from ankle to thigh and back down again. Slowly. Maddeningly. His fingers would never quite go high enough to touch the slick folds of her sex.
“Mason,” she groaned.
He glanced up at her with a sexy grin on his face. “What?”
Picking up a pillow, she covered her face with it and screamed with frustration. When she heard his low chuckle, she gripped the pillow tight and whacked him in the head with it. Grabbing her hand, he tore her makeshift weapon from her fingers and tossed it to the floor.
Then he pounced.
He tickled her waist, which wasn’t fair when she thought about it. He knew how ticklish she was there. They rolled around the huge king-sized bed until she was breathlessly begging for mercy. Mason laughed, gripped both of her hands in one of his and raised them over her head. His legs had hers trapped between them and the bulk of his body held her captive. “You know you can’t rush an artist when he’s working.” He nibbled the line of her jaw.
“So you’re an artist now, are you?”
He released his hold on her and levered himself up on his forearms. His expression was serious as he gazed down at her. “Maybe. Maybe not. But you’re definitely a work of art.”
“Oh, Mason.” Tears pricked her eyes. He was always saying things like that to her, and no matter how many times she heard them, she had a hard time believing them. She’d grown up a thin, klutzy redhead with braces, and memories of childhood taunting still rang in her head even though she’d filled out nicely as an adult.
Taking his time, he kissed every one of the six freckles that were sprinkled across her face. She was more fortunate than many natural redheads in that her skin was mostly smooth and clear, but her husband seemed to love her freckles.
Anastasia forgot all about her childhood and her freckles as Mason brushed his lips over hers. His tongue snaked out to lick at her mouth, and when she moaned, he slipped it inside. Their breath mingled as their tongues stroked and touched. She was gasping when he withdrew and began to kiss his way down her neck, taking special care to linger over the sensitive skin at the base where it met her shoulder.
“I want to kiss and lick every square inch of your body, Ana.” He continued downward, licking her collarbone, his body sliding over hers as he went lower. She could feel the tightness in his muscles, could feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh, but still he focused all his attention on her.
Her fingers curled into the thick muscles of his shoulders as he lapped at one of her swollen nipples. And when he began to suckle, she arched toward him, her nails digging deep as she tried desperately to anchor herself.
It was always this way with Mason. She sank deeper and deeper into a well of sensuality and sexuality until she thought she might drown. With him, she allowed herself to let go in a way she never had, trusting him to always catch her and hold her close when she spiraled out of control.
His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs grazing her hipbones as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach. She sucked in a breath as his tongue dipped into her bellybutton and swirled around. He caught her silver bellybutton ring with his teeth and gently pulled. Anastasia felt that tug deep in her core as if his lips had tugged on her clitoris.
Cream seeped from her slit as she shifted her legs restlessly. She stroked her hands over every inch of his flesh that she could reach—his shoulders, his biceps, his back. She loved to touch him, to feel the shift and play of his muscles as they moved beneath his flesh. His cock pulsed against her thigh and she could feel the moisture seeping from the tip, dampening her leg. She knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
“God, you’re incredible,” he muttered against her belly as he prowled lower. “I love the fact that you’re a natural redhead.” He sifted his fingers through the neat thatch of curls that covered her sex. “Very sexy.”
“So you wouldn’t have fallen for me if I’d been a brunette?” she teased.
He sat up and glared at her, his turquoise eyes fierce in the low light of their bedroom. “I fell in love with the woman. Your intelligence, your sense of humor and your warm, giving spirit drew me to you. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met, Ana.” His hand began to trace circles on her thigh. She shifted her legs wider. “You’re absolutely unique and I count myself lucky the day you walked into my office to interview for the job as my assistant.”
Anastasia could see the sincerity blazing from his eyes and her heart swelled. “I love you too, Mason. I’d given up believing I’d find someone who’d love me the way you do.” She’d been thirty when they’d met, and after being in the dating game for well over a decade, she’d become very disillusioned with it all. In fact, she’d been on a dating hiatus, determined not to go out with anyone when she’d met him. It had taken him quite a while to break though her defenses, but he’d done it, one day at a time, simply by being himself.
He lowered himself until he was lying between her spread thighs. From the way he was settling in, he didn’t plan on moving any time soon. She licked her lips in anticipation and he didn’t disappoint her.
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Coming Soon!
Tempting Tori
by N.J. Walters
Blurb Coming Soon!
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Excerpt from Tempting Tori
©2008 N.J. Walters
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