For those who just celebrated Thanksgiving, ate too much turkey and watched the parades and various football games on TV... I hope you had a fun time with family and friends!

My latest Miniature Rose from The Wilder Rose Press is out now and it's part of an anthology based on Dan Fogelberg's classic "Same Old Lang Syne".  Three out out the four authors have their books already available now! 

The birth of an anthology....

Now, when her job takes her back home to Vermont, old feelings flame to life. But is Luke still interested? Is he married? And can he ever forgive her for leaving him so long ago? Only one thing's for sure; there's still an attraction. And their reconciliation will burn hotter than the fireworks that light up the New Years Eve sky!

"So," he began, leaning in the chair until the back of it hit the table behind him. "Where should we begin?"

The wind blew against the side of the house, slamming the shutters in the kitchen. Catherine jumped, splashing marshmallow cocoa over her warm-up top.

Immediately she pulled the hot material away from her skin, dropped the cup of chocolate onto the end table and yanked at the zipper, trying to get out of the jacket.

Luke was on his feet in seconds, trying to help her. "Bend forward."

She did as he ordered, slight relief flooding through her when the hot, sticky material fell away from her. Luke worked the zipper until it unstuck and helped her pull off the top.

The thin vee-necked T-shirt she wore beneath was stained and damp, but not hot. The gooey marshmallows, however, stuck fast to the T-shirt at the plunging dip of the neckline and unlike the chocolate, the sticky mess was quite warm. She tugged the material away from her skin and looked up at Luke who still stood over her. Her heart tripped over itself as his amber gaze settled on her bare breasts she'd exposed by pulling on her shirt.

Sudden realization dawned. This was the moment she'd longed for and never thought she'd have another chance at. She couldn't care less if she were on fire, the desire to have him was stronger than anything she'd ever felt. She toyed with the shirt. Stretching it out a little farther, she fanned it so her breasts bounced just a bit. Another surge of molten heat, not at all from the cocoa, shot through her tummy and settled between her legs. His eyes were full of need. A need she hadn't seen in so many years. And it was a need only he could satisfy in her.

Luke swallowed, his Adam's apple slowly moving up and down. "Damn, Cat," he murmured, staring down her open shirt.

The old chemistry between them charged to life.

Inhibitions fell to the wayside as she tugged the T-shirt over her head and let it drop to the wood floor.

She simply stood there, letting his eyes drink in her naked torso.

Ever so slowly, he bent his head and touched his lips against the curve of her neck where it met her shoulder.

Catherine's breath escaped in a moan of pleasure. It was a moan trapped inside her for a decade, and now...now that the lips of her first love reclaimed their rightful place upon her body, she could breathe again.

Everything real fell away at that moment, and all that remained was Luke and Catherine, together again. She knew it was right. It was the most perfect thing in the world. She sighed again and turned off all rationality as her arms wound around his neck.

Their lips met, tentatively at first, as if testing that this was really happening. Then, bolder in the fact that it was indeed real, the kiss deepened. Their tongues touched and dipped and dueled as they rediscovered the taste of one another. Before long, kissing wasn't enough. Their hands groped and tugged at each other, pulling haphazardly at their burdensome clothes.

Luke pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as he struggled to catch his breath. "What are we doing, Cat?"

Her hands inched up his shirt and began unbuttoning it. "Making up for lost time?" she asked softly before she lost her nerve. Her fingers worked faster until his flannel shirt was hanging open and only his thermal undershirt lay exposed. She wanted to see more of him. Deftly, she wrestled the ribbed shirt out of his waistband and pulled it up to his

chest, leaving his taut, lean stomach visible. "You don't make it easier by having kept yourself is such good shape, you bastard," she joked.

He chuckled. "How come you only talk dirty when we're making out?"

She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. Brazenly, her hand dipped inside and slipped down the front of his boxers. His sharp inhale was all it took to make her pussy quiver with need. "You don't like it when I talk dirty? Or grab your cock like this?" Her palm wound around his stiffness and clenched slightly.

Another sharp inhale.

"Jesus, Cat," he groaned, pulling back so he could look at her.

The flames of the hearth reflected in his eyes. They looked like warm, intoxicating brandy, and she wanted to drink it in all night.

"In another few seconds, I'm not going to be able to stop this, Cat."

She squeezed his cock again, giving it a slight tug as she did. "I don't think either of us wants to stop this, Luke. Let's do it. Get it out of our system and maybe we can have some closure between us."

He nodded, holding her hand against him. "Good idea. I haven't been able to think of a damn thing except your sweet little ass since I saw you in my barn. Come on."

   After a quick shower and change of clothes, Catherine wandered downstairs. It was amazing how everything still looked the same, for the most part. There was new furniture in the den, more pictures lining the wall behind the sofa. She smiled when she spied a photo of a snaggle-toothed blond kid. It was Luke at about six years old.

   She studied all the pictures. Young Luke and his little sister Beth grinned back at her from the wall. Beside the couch, a collage frame held six recent photos. Catherine picked it up and recognized Luke's parents. Older, but they still looked as she remembered them. There was a picture of Beth in her wedding gown beside a handsome man. So this is the ex, Catherine thought. She nodded. Not bad. Kind of looked like a player, in her opinion. More the type of guy you sleep with and hang out with. Not really the marrying kind.

   Her gaze scanned the rest of the photos in the collage. Pictures of horses, pets and holidays took up most of the frame, but it was the couple in the lower right hand side that captured her attention. Luke and a pretty blonde. The woman was beaming from ear to ear with her arm looped around his waist. They were both dressed up, he in a tux and the woman in a floor-length red evening gown. In the photo, Luke was smiling. He looked pleased. He looked content. They made an attractive couple. Two dressed-up blondes.

   She set the frame down. Why had she come here? Luke was no longer part of her life. After all these years, of course he'd have another love. What did she expect? For him to wait on her? A curt laugh blew from her lungs. Who was she to swoop in after all these years of silence and expect him to be the same guy she'd left behind?

   She flopped on the couch and held her head in her hands. What had she gotten herself—and Luke—into? They hadn't been together twenty-four hours and already they'd had sex. Catherine groaned. And why did it have to be such great sex?

   "Hungry?"

   She looked up to find Luke standing in the doorway, bootless as usual. "I didn't hear you come in."

   He shrugged. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to sneak up on you." He turned his back and headed toward the kitchen again. "I'm going to reheat some pot roast if you want to join me," he tossed over his shoulder.

   Like a puppet, she rolled to her feet and followed him. She had no idea what the future held for the two of them, but since she'd started this snowball, she might as well ride it down the mountain.

Secret Santa 4U Contest!

That's right! Another contest! W00t! I love 'em! This time, all you have to do is buy a copy of my erotic romance novella, Secret Santa 4U, from The Wild Rose Press,and answer a few simple questions. Santa's going to help me pick the winners so be naughty… no no, wait. Sorry. That's the characters in my book. Ho Ho Ho! We (ol' Kris Kringle and I) will pick the winners on Dec 17^th (so you can receive your prize in time for Christmas). And, what, you ask, can you win? Well… lemme show you!

The GRAND PRIZE is:

A $25 GC to Bed, Bath and Beyond (which can be used either in stores and/or online @ www.bedbathandbeyond.com)

FIVE (5) Second Prizes (see picture below):

Wooden folk art Santa Claus ornaments for your tree! FOUR WINNERS will be randomly selected to win an ornament from the entries sent. ONE WINNER will be chosen at random to receive an ornament just for being a member of my announcement-only newsgroup on Yahoo here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/paisleyscott/

(If you enter via email AND are a member of my list, this doubles your chance of winning an ornament!)

RULES:

This contest is only open to those who believe in Santa. Or at least believe in Secret Santas.

I can't afford to ship prizes all over the world, but I can afford Canada. So only folks living in the USA and Canada may enter. (note to Canadian entrants: The post from here to there is super s-l-o-w so please take into consideration when entering that it may be after the holidays before your prize is delivered). Contest deadline is: Sunday, December 16, 2007 at 11:59pm central time. Drawing will be held on Monday, December 17, 2007 at approximately 7pm central time.

Now, without further ado… here are the questions to answer! Please send all completed answer forms to me at the following address:

paisleycontest@gmail.com

Put "SS4U Contest" or "Secret Santa 4U Contest" in the subject line.

In the message area, please include:

Your NAME

Your mailing ADDRESS (where prize can be sent – FYI, after the contest, all email records are destroyed)

Your AGE (if you're 18+, you can simply write over 18 if you like…I just have to make sure you're "legal" to enter my contest)

Your Answers to the five (5) questions below.

Contest Questions (not all of the Q's are related directly to the book):

1. What were the scents of the TWO (2) jar candles used when the power goes off? (hint, the small ones were scented BAYBERRY, the 2 jar candles were unique holiday smells. Psst: both jar candles are available at Bed, Bath and Beyond!)

2. What present(s) did Sophie receive from her Secret Santa? (hint: the package was wrapped in the comic section of the Sunday newspaper)

3. What is the name of Paisley Scott's alter ego? (hint: the answer can be found on Paisley's page on Coffee Time Romance OR on Paisley's MySpace page to the left hand side -- it also gives a link where you can join both Paisley's and her alter-ego's announcement-only newsgroups as well. Psst: Paisley's alter-ego has a full length spicy contemporary coming out early next year with a castle and a yummy Scottish laird…)

4. What's your favorite holiday song?

5. What was your favorite scene in Secret Santa 4U?

That's it! You're all done! Just send it to me to be officially entered into the contest. Best of luck to you! And thank you so much for buying my book and taking the time to enter the contest.

*HUGS*
Paisley

http://www.paisleyscott.com