The Holidays are hectic trying to shop for everyone one else, so myself and several other authors decided to get together and help make your Holiday brighter! To celebrate this festive season, I am bringing you several fabulous authors that are going to share how they celebrate and maybe a treat and decoration. We are also having a huge giveaway. One lucky winner will get a Kindle fire 7 and some gift cards to help fill it. Then each author is offering an ebook as individual gifts! So not only one winner but lots! Read to the end to see how!
So grab a cuppa your favorite beverage and settle in your favorite spot with a warm throw and enjoy!
Cat: Today our guest is Dee S. Knight. Hello Dee. Are you ready for Christmas?
Dee: Almost, Cat. These days I mostly shop online. Our family is very small and there are no children to buy for, so we usually exchange gift cards and/or donate to charities in each other’s names. I can do all of this in a matter of a few days.
In previous years, I didn’t do my shopping during the holidays. If I saw something, I knew my mom or mother-in-law would like, I bought it then. They were always the easiest to buy for. At home, I had a particular place I stored all gifts. For a long time, I used the bottom two drawers in a guest room bedroom. Then, in November, I’d pull everything out and examine them while I separated them into piles of what went where. I’d put a good Christmas movie on the TV and sit on the floor to wrap. Often, I forgot what I’d bought months before, and it felt like Christmas for me right then!
The upside to shopping like this is that I often bought more gifts than I would have if I’d waited to buy everything at once, but since the purchasing and the expense was spread out, I didn’t notice. Shopping like that was fun! No hectic, panicky, last-minute rushing to stores trying to find what I thought someone would like instead of just buying something to put under the tree.
Title: One Woman Only
Series: The Good Man series, Book 2
Author: Dee S. Knight
Publisher: Nomad Authors Publishing
Genre: Erotic romance
Heat Rating: X
Cover Artist: Dee S. Knight
As one of a set of triplets, Jonah always feels the need to make his individuality known. So where his brother Daniel is serious and completely focused, Jonah shuns commitment. Where his genius brother Mark is hailed in the scientific world, Jonah hides beneath a car, tinkering. Thing is, being different isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. It takes a woman—the right woman—to make him see that a “good man” can always be a better man.
How about a little more?
Jonah hit Saturday hard. He started with a five-mile run, something he used to do every day but had slacked on over Thanksgiving. He needed to stay in shape so he could enjoy the Christmas feast his mom was known for. No question that the older he got the closer he came to the “done-lop” problem—where his stomach “done lopped” over his belt. Sure, he was only in his mid-thirties, but flab could take over without warning.
After his run and a shower, he checked in with his uncle. The garage was closed on the weekends, but if Zeb had work that needed attention, Jonah would stay in town and help.
When Zeb said nothing was scheduled, Jonah asked, “Want to run up home with me, visit with Mom and Dad? I’m coming back tomorrow, and you know they have plenty of space at the house. You can meet Daniel and his new family.”
“Maybe next time. I have some tinkering to do around here, and Clemson is playing this afternoon.”
“Okay, then. If you don’t need me, I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess.”
“Drive safe, son. Tell your mama and daddy hello for me.”
The day couldn’t have been more perfect for driving if Jonah had ordered it up. Slightly cloudy but with some sun. A nice breeze flew in the passenger’s window, which was down a couple of inches, and hurried to the driver’s window, open about the same amount. The air would be chillier the farther into the mountains he drove, but for now, conditions were perfect.
An old Travis Tritt song came on the radio and Jonah added his baritone to Travis’ as Ginger opened up and sped through the lowlands and toward the North Carolina mountains surrounding Lucky Strike.
Most people associated the name of his town with the cigarette, but anyone who did so was wrong. The town was named when an eighteenth-century farmer found a large emerald while plowing his field. He promptly gave up on farming and instead dug for precious stones. When North Carolina stopped being a colony and started being a state, the town of Lucky Strike—the “lucky strike” being the emeralds the now wealthy farmer had found—was formed, and consolidated the land where the farm had been.
As a kid Jonah had never given the town’s name a thought except to how it had looked as part of the school name on the back of his letter jacket. Now, he liked the quaintness of the place, the way he relaxed once he hit the town limits after being in “the cities,” meaning Asheville or Charlotte. As an adult he’d come to appreciate his hometown in a way he never had as a child. And his appreciation was never greater than when he spotted his parents’ house.
He pulled in the driveway behind Daniel’s old Volvo. Man, that thing had seen better days, but Daniel seemed to love it. At least with Daniel living close, Jonah could help keep the thing in tune and running.
“Speak of the devil,” Jonah said, as Daniel exited the house with his son, Timmy.
“Jonah!” Timmy screamed his name and came running for him. Jonah scooped the boy into his arms, laughing.
“What has you so excited, huh?”
The boy’s dark eyes sparkled and his mouth held a wide smile. “My dad got the job you told him about and the school is really cool and we’re going up next week to look for a new house for all of us and I might even get a dog.”
“A dog? Wow! No wonder you’re so excited.”
“I know. And right now, we’re going to get ice cream for dessert because gramma is making supper and she said she wanted some ice cream. What kind do you like, Jonah?”
“Vanilla for me.”
Timmy scrunched his face into a scowl. Vanilla?”
“Well, with lots of chocolate sauce on it.”
The boy smiled again. “That’s okay, then.” Then he twisted to throw a disparaging look at Ginger. “Except Dad says your heap is in the way. What’s a heap? I thought you drove a car.”
Jonah looked to Daniel who stood laughing softly at Tim’s rant. He raised his brows and said meaningfully, “I don’t drive a car, Tim. I drive a classic, original 1965 GTO. It’s very special. Her name is Ginger. Wanna go for ice cream in Ginger?”
Tim twisted toward Daniel so fast, Jonah almost dropped him. “Can we Dad? Can we take Ginger?”
With a wry smile, Daniel took Tim from Jonah. “Not this time. We have your car seat in our car. But later we can go out if your Uncle Jonah says it’s okay.”
If possible, Tim’s eyes grew even larger. “You’re my uncle? I’ve never had an uncle before.”
“Now you have two of them. Me and Mark. Remember Mark from the wedding?”
“Is that the man who kept talking about math and stuff?” Tim asked Daniel.
“That’s him.” Daniel held out his hand to shake and Jonah took it firmly. “What brings you home this weekend?”
“Wanted to see Mom and Dad now that all the hoopla is over. Zeb said to tell you hi and that he’ll be up with me for Christmas to meet everybody.”
“It’ll be good to see him.”
“So I guess congratulations are due for the new job? When do you start? I thought you had to finish the year up in New Hampshire.”
Timmy squirmed to get down, so Daniel set him on his feet. “Don’t go near the street.”
“Okay, Dad,” Tim shouted as he took off across the front yard, arms spread wide like an airplane.
“It seems that while we were here over Thanksgiving, the headmaster filled my spot. They don’t acknowledge that Eve and I created a scandal, and they aren’t accusing us of creating a scandal—”
“But they want any possible scandal gone far, far away.”
“You got it.” Daniel shrugged. “Once I spoke with the president of the school down here, I was ready to make the move. We went down to Asheville to meet her and look over the campus the day after we got back, and they offered me the job later that afternoon. We’re ready to start our new lives. I have enough money to tide us over, and it’s only a few weeks before I start in Asheville, in the new year.”
“Asheville is a good place to live. I’m glad things are working out for you.”
“Eve and I will be going after the weekend to find a temporary place to live while we look for a house, and to get Tim enrolled in school. Then we’ll be there, getting used to the town and getting a feel for the school.”
“You’ll do great, Daniel. They’re lucky to have you.”
“Thanks.” Daniel stole a glance over Jonah’s left shoulder. “Looks like you might be lucky, too.”
Jonah turned to see what Daniel was talking about, just in time to see Kelly’s RAV4 turn the corner. His heart rate skipped with that little bit of contact. Damn it. She didn’t even see him. Didn’t wave or honk the horn. And still his heart knew her. And wanted her.
Just like other parts of his anatomy.
“Don’t you have to move this heap that’s blocking my classic? If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say she was coming from her home and going towards The Emerald. It is lunch time.”
“She might not be going to the diner.”
“Right. She might not be. But don’t you have to move that heap anyway? Check it out, dude. Jeez, do I have to tell you everything?” He turned. “Come on, Son. Let’s go get some boring old vanilla ice cream.”
Tim came flying across the yard. “Can I have chocolate, Dad?” he shouted.
“You can have anything you want,” Daniel said, and gave Tim a big kiss as he lifted him into the air.
Tim wiped it off and scrunched his face again. “Boys don’t kiss, Dad.”
“Oh, yes they do.” And he smothered Tim in kisses until the boy shrieked with giggles.
Jonah had to turn away. He loved that Daniel had found such happiness but seeing him like this filled Jonah with a feeling he’d never known before. Jealousy. And he didn’t like it.
“Okay, see you guys soon,” he called over his shoulder.
“Good hunting,” Daniel called back.”
“Is Uncle Jonah going to hunt something? Is it a bear?”
He didn’t hear Daniel’s reply. Instead his mind zeroed in on one goal. Finding Kelly Shepherd.
Meet Dee S. Knight
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex. Writing was so much fun Dee decided to keep at it. That’s how she spends her days. Her nights? Well, she’s lucky that her dream man, childhood sweetheart, and long-time hubby are all the same guy, and nights are their secret. For romance ranging from sweet to historical, contemporary to paranormal and more join Dee on Nomad Authors. Contact Dee at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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Find all of my work at https://nomadauthors.com But here a few examples—contemporary, paranormal, space opera, and more:
Only a Good Man Will Do, the Good Man series, Book 1
The Triple S Bride
Bride of the Pryde
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