Christmas is the season of giving…spankings and orgasms. Nicholas Saint’s assistant, Rebecca, just quit. The best assistant he’d ever had and the star of all his late-night fantasies, but he knew better than to dip his quill in the company ink. Whenever the urge to bend her over the desk and make her ass glow like Rudolph’s nose became unbearable, he’d taken his urges to the BDSM club and worked those kinks out. Now she’s gone, leaving him pissed off, turned on and more than a little regretful that he’d never got to hear “Yes, Daddy” spill from her red lips. Good thing the club’s Christmas party is tonight—he needs a sweet submissive and a hard scene to get Rebecca out of his head. Rebecca McBride spent the last three years in a state of unrequited lust for her handsome, grumpy boss all the while imagining him pinning her down, his voice a dark whisper in her ear, urging her to be a good girl for Daddy. Talk about an uncomfortable working environment. It’s time to put her unattainable fantasies aside and find a new job, and a new man. Someone who can give her the love she needs—and the kink she craves. That club she’s been meaning to try is having a Christmas party…
Give us the one to two sentence tagline for your book.
Christmas is the season of giving…spankings and orgasms.
What is your favorite scene/moment in your book?
My favorite scene is for sure the opening scene of the book, when we first meet Rebecca and Nick. You see immediately who they are and how they interact, all that delicious repressed lust you just KNOW is going to explode when they least expect it. When I wrote it, I told my husband it was probably my favorite thing I’d ever written, and it still is.
Does your heroine prefer a real or artificial tree for Christmas?
Hmmm. I would say at the beginning of the book she’d prefer artificial, because she worked so much she was never home to take care of a tree. But after, with her work and personal life in much better balance, I think she’d go for the real.
What’s the one present your hero least wants to open Christmas morning?
The heroine, of course! And maybe a new flogger.
Would your hero hang mistletoe?
He would hang it EVERYWHERE.
What scene did you adore writing in this book?
There’s a scene towards the end when they have a fight. I won’t reveal what the fight is about (no spoilers!), but it’s a moment of both revelation and joy for the hero, where he realizes just what he’s getting himself into. It’s funny and sexy and sweet, and I loved putting it together.
What is your heroine’s favorite Christmas tradition?
Opening one present on Christmas Eve, and the rest Christmas morning.
Does your hero love or hate snow?
He loves it when it doesn’t interfere with his plans.
For Christmas, will you be having turkey, goose, ham, prime rib, or something else?
I always make ribs for Christmas. One of the first years my husband and I were together, I asked him what he wanted for Christmas dinner. He said, “We always had turkey when I was growing up”, so I made him a turkey. But it was only the two of us, and we had so much left over we ended up throwing a lot of it away. So the next Christmas, when he said “We always had turkey when I was growing up”, I suggested we scale it down a bit, and I just happened to have some ribs in the freezer and a recipe waiting. Now, it’s our Christmas tradition.
What’s the strangest Christmas tradition your family does to celebrate?
My husband’s family does this thing where they get a fresh coconut and eat it on Christmas Eve. No one can tell me how the tradition got started or why they did this, just that they always did, so now we do it too. And I still have no idea why.
Excerpt from Santa Daddy
Nicholas Saint stared at his executive assistant, hoping he’d heard her wrong. Or, if he hadn’t, that she was joking. She’d never joked before, but there was a first time for everything.
He couldn’t tell by her face, which was set in its usual calm, serene expression. The building could be on fire and she’d be wearing that expression—big gray eyes calm, red lips unsmiling, black hair pulled back in a low, sleek tail that lay, ends gently curled, over one shoulder. Her face remained, in all circumstances, sedate, composed and subtly beautiful.
Unfortunately for his concentration, the rest of her wasn’t sedate or subtle in the slightest, as per fucking usual. She had curves for days, thighs and hips and breasts that had starred in more than one midnight fantasy in the three years she’d worked for him. Not to mention her ass, which he couldn’t see at the moment but could picture with perfect clarity.
It was a goddamned work of art, that ass, and if he hadn’t been a butt man before she’d come to work for him, he’d turned into one about five minutes after.
It didn’t help that she always dressed like she was going to a photoshoot for some kind of retro-themed secretarial porn. He would no doubt add the black pencil skirt, fuzzy white sweater and seamed stockings to the list of outfits he’d like to peel her out of, but that was for later. Right now, he was more concerned with what she’d just said, because if he’d heard her correctly, he had bigger problems than being able to see the lace edge of her bra above the deep neckline of the sweater. “What did you just say?”
Rebecca sucked in a breath, making her tits move. He gritted his teeth. Focus on words, not tits, he ordered himself, and shifted his gaze back to her face just in time to hear her say, “I said, I’m tendering my resignation.”
“That’s what I thought you said.”
Hannah has been reading romance novels since she was young enough to have to hide them from her mother. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband—former Special Forces and an OR nurse who writes sci-fi fantasy and acts as In-House Expert on matters pertaining to weapons, tactics, the military, medical conditions and How Dudes Think—and their daughter, who takes after her father.