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Gifts Well-Timed

Liberality consists less in giving a great deal than in gifts well- timed. –-Jean De La Bruyere

Trish Steelman always gives generously of her time and energy to her students... But it takes a blizzard and a friendly ghost to help her to receive the gift of love from Patrick Rodgers, a fellow teacher she has been mentoring.

“Pete the Poltergeist” brings these two sensitive and caring souls together in the empty halls of Harding High. Before long, Trish and Patrick realize that sharing “body warmth” with a friend in the midst of a power outage can ignite a fiery passion that has been too long contained…

An excerpt from Gifts Well-Timed

“I can’t believe this.” I shook my head as we circled back toward the teachers’ lounge. “It’s five-thirty. We can’t be the only people still here—can we?”

Patrick’s furrowed brow made his expression seem positively grim. “Let’s turn on the TV and see what the weather report says.”

We doffed our winter gear, plopped down on the old plaid couch in the lounge and switched on the television set. Sure enough, the storm that had been forecasted for later tonight had barreled into town early. A foot or more snow—on top of the five or six feet already on the ground—was likely to fall within the next few hours. City buses were permanently parked. The airport was closed. People were advised to stay indoors until the worst of the storm had passed.

“Why didn’t Ronny come on the P.A. and tell us to leave before the weather got worse?” An eerie feeling that we had been purposefully cut off from the rest civilization descended over me. I felt like we’d become victims in a slasher movie. No matter what we did, we were doomed.

“I know I didn’t hear Ronny say anything,” Patrick agreed. “I stayed after to grade papers and install a new program on the lab computers. I’m sure I would have heard an announcement telling everyone to leave the building.”

I nervously giggled. “Pete the Poltergeist really knows how to make a point, huh? Maybe he switched off the P.A. speakers in our rooms?” “You mean, you think Pete deliberately kept us from hearing Ronny’s announcement? That our resident poltergeist is trying to bring us together against both our better judgment?”

Wearing a big grin, Patrick scooted closer on the sofa and stretched an arm across the back, lightly stroking my shoulders. “Perhaps Pete’s trying to tell us something?”

A tingle zinged down my spine. I wanted to rip off all my clothes—and his—at that very moment. But I knew I couldn’t.

“Oh, no!” I jumped up from the couch a bit too abruptly, causing him to fall to his side. “Sorry.” I took a deep breath. I had to calm my jangled nerves before turning to face him. “What I meant to say is that maybe this is a ‘wake-up call’ of sorts… Pete wants both of us to realize that we’re giving too much of ourselves to this school.” “Too much of ourselves?”

“Well…” I shrugged. “You gotta admit it—it’s like we both practically live here at times.”

Patrick sighed. “What can I say? It’s better than living at my place lately.”

Aw shit! What a dumb thing to say. I could punch myself for my stupidity. I’d brought up that hot topic again. I’d made Patrick think about his non-existent sex life. I had to get his mind off of the subject right away. I had to do so without making him think I was coming on to him, too.

I felt like pacing—but that was too obvious an avoidance mechanism. So I made myself sit down beside him and started to ramble. “We’re practically twins when you come to think about it, Patrick. We both sponsor way too many after school activities. We both spend an exorbitant amount of time working on our class rooms and writing lesson plans. Even Ronny thinks we should be more selfish with our time.”

“Selfish isn’t part of your vocabulary, though, is it?” He fingered a lock of my hair. “You’re the most wonderfully generous person I know, Trish.”

I blushed. “Thanks.”

Something deeply primal glowed in his hazel eyes as he wound my shoulder-length, sandy-blond tresses about his long fingers. My gaze riveted on his face. I felt totally mesmerized. Here we sat all alone in the teacher’s lounge on a Tuesday evening, essentially snowed in from the rest of the world, and already I was seriously considering Nance’s proposition...

Fuck his brains out.

Gifts Well-Timed by Celine Chatillon
eXtasy Books
ISBN 1-55410-678-8 Click here to order it from eXtasy Books.

Yes, Virginia... Here Comes Santa Claus

ISBN: 1-55410-604-4

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When Brad "The Rude Reporter" Rudner opens a letter to the editor from a lonely lady who says she doesn't believe in Santa after her fiance dumped her, he feels it's his duty revive her faith in the jolly old elf. A red garter belt and fishnet stockings help "good girl" Ginny get on Santa's "naughty" list, and Brad can't help but lose his heart to the dark, exotic beauty.

Watch out--it's going to be a "white Christmas" for everyone!

What the reviewers are saying...

I enjoyed this story. There must be a Santa Claus and a romantic one at that, fulfilling Christmas wishes in bringing two people together that need each other, who recognize that they have the same inherent desires and goals. Ginny’s insecurities from her relationship with Bobby are easily swept away by her new lover. The two find that they have more than just the love of certain sports in common!

Overall rating: four hearts
Sensuality rating: Very sensual
Reviewer: Glenda K. Bauerle, The Romance Studio

This is a totally adorable story that grabbed me from the start. But when Brad jumps off the roof while playing Santa he becomes a very romantic character. Hot sex and instant love keep this short story on a fast ride. The characters are interesting, the storyline heartwarming, and presented well. The flow is smooth and considering the short length the characters are adequately described. Ms.Chatillon has written a great short tale for the Christmas season.

... Readers may enjoy the stranger concept of falling in love immediately. The love scenes are spicy, I cannot deny that...for those who like a quickie, fantasy romance. -- Anita for Fallen Angel Reviews

The premise for Yes, Virginia, Here Comes Santa Claus, is great... I liked the idea behind the story... --Just Erotic Romance Reviews

An excerpt from Yes, Virginia... Here Comes Santa Claus

"Santa" reached into his bag and handed Ginny a long box.

“Thank you.” She untied the ribbon and opened the container. Her eyes flew open wide.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it?” she squeaked. “Ahem. Santa, I never knew the elves made these sort of toys up at the North Pole.”

The life-sized, penis-shaped vibrator with several attachments and rechargeable batteries totally redefined the words ‘good girl’ in her vocabulary.

He chuckled. “You could say the elves and I have been branching out in recent years. Let’s see what else we have in here for Ginny.”

He reached deep into the sack and withdrew an extra large candy cane. “Sweets for the sweets,” he said, handing her the traditional snack of Christmas. “There’s some chocolate kisses in here, too.”

“Yummy.”

Ginny unwrapped the candy cane and began noisily sucking on the straight end. Santa’s eyes followed her every moment as she took more and more into her generous mouth and slowly moved the stick up and down in a rhythmic fashion. The smells of mint and sexual excitement hung heavy in the air between them.

“Hmm…I can’t ever get enough,” she said breathlessly.

He gasped. The bulge in Santa’s jean rivaled the North Pole itself. Ginny smiled. So… there wasn’t ice water flowing through his veins.

“Yes… I can see that you’re a very good girl. But there are just a few more things I want to give you before I’ll let you properly ‘thank’ Santa.”

Yes, Virginia... Here Comes Santa Claus
ISBN: 1-55410-604-4
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