Just a Little Magic ~~
"...On a scale of one to ten, Just a Little Magic earns a big fat twelve for originality. The story is vivid, fresh, and touchingly whimsical. What woman doesn't want her own personal sexual Santa? Douglas excels in her talent of creating striking characters and writing scorching erotic scenes; the situation in which Dominic controlled the vibrating egg is a sizzling sample of her creative skill. Reading this story will be one of those times when you really hate to see a quickie end.
"...This story is highly enjoyable and readers will hate to see it end. It is a perfect little read for a cold winter night. This reviewer highly recommends JUST A LITTLE MAGIC to romantica fans. This was my first book by Ms. Douglas, but it won’t be my last."
"...Ms. Douglas has created a terrific hero in Dom...Read JUST A LITTLE MAGIC and find for yourself the magic of love wrapped in a sexy Christmas tale."
"...Oh what a wonderful tale! Packed with passion and just good old fashioned sex, this quickie will tantalize the senses as well as really get you in the Christmas spirit. Especially if you have someone to share it with. There were wonderful characters as well as an interesting twist to the Santa myth. Book 4 in the Twelve Quickies of Christmas is a definite must read."
"...I must admit that this book is among my favorites in this collection. Just a Little Magic is a fun holiday read sprinkled with a healthy dose of sexy love scenes. This story has one of the best sexy scenes involving use of an adult toy that I've ever read. The interaction between the main characters, Beth and Dominic, is a delight to read...In short, Just a Little Magic is a holiday treat that delivers. Do not miss this one."
"...Ms. Douglas has created a terrific hero in Dom...the author does a great job of showing us the man inside the Santa suit. Once Beth begins to believe in magic, this couple embarks on a bright future. Read JUST A LITTLE MAGIC and find for yourself the magic of love wrapped in a sexy Christmas tale."
Heat Level: O
"...The sex in this book is so hot; you’ll need a bucket of snow to cool you down...If a great quick read with lots of magic and sex is what you are looking for then pick up Just A Little Magic."
Just a Little Magic
© 2003 Kate Douglas
Reprint by permission only
The lights on the Christmas tree twinkled and glittered, reflecting off the few gaily wrapped packages beneath its fragrant boughs. The dying fire cast a soft glow about the formal dining room, throwing the tasteful decorations into muted shadow. The scent of a well-seasoned roast blended with the piney smells from the fresh boughs trimming the mantel.
Beth Adams watched the expensive beeswax candles on her perfectly arranged dinner table sputter and die as, one by one, they burned out.
Sort of like her plans for the evening.
Face it...just like my plans for the rest of my life.
A soft clink disturbed the silence, the bottle of champagne settling among the melting ice cubes. She reached for the bottle. No point in wasting good, chilled champagne.
Steve was a jerk. He would never have appreciated her grandmother's Lenox china or her great aunt Audrey's beautiful silver service, a table service reserved for only the most special occasions.
He wouldn't notice the expensive brand of champagne, or recognize the fact Beth had prepared for a very memorable evening.
Steve couldn't help it if he was culturally, emotionally and intellectually challenged. She'd honestly thought he was cute enough to compensate for the occasional lapse in...well, just about everything.
“How could I be so stupid?” She rested her aching head in her hands and fought tears. He wasn't worth tears. He certainly wasn't worth the effort she'd gone to tonight.
She'd never before pulled out the china, the crystal goblets, the gorgeous silverware. Never opened her heart and her home with so much expectation.
Only for special occasions...
A wedding proposal on Christmas Eve definitely came under the special occasions heading. Steve had been hinting at something big, something special, something just for Beth, all week long. Not just little hints, either.
Of course, she'd been so sure he was planning to propose. She didn't expect him to pick the perfect setting, so she'd created it herself. They'd dated for months. Tall and slim she wasn't, but her ample curves were in all the right places and her auburn hair waved and curled in shining splendor almost to her waist. The sex had been good. Not spectacular, but okay. At 32, Beth figured she was willing to settle for okay.
She was not, however, willing to settle for a boyfriend who thought a satellite dish for her TV was the perfect Christmas gift.
Especially not when she'd been expecting a diamond ring.
She went hot and cold all over, remembering how stupid she'd felt, standing out there in the snow, dressed in her dark burgundy velvet gown designed specifically for seduction, asking Steve what he was doing on her roof.
“Isn't it great, honey? Merry Christmas! I got you a satellite dish for the TV. You can get the Sports Channel, Playboy TV-why, you can get almost 200 channels with this thing!”
She'd opened her mouth, but nothing had come out. She'd opened it again, swallowed, blinked. “That's my big Christmas surprise? A satellite dish?”
“Yeah. Cool, huh?”
“No, Steve. It is definitely not cool. Take it away. I don't even watch TV. Why would I want a satellite dish?”
“Uh, to make watching TV more fun? I really miss seeing the games when I'm over here. And think of all the fun we could have with the Playboy Channel.”
Suddenly, Beth realized her entire relationship was there, encapsulated within those few words. Steve didn't have a clue who she was, didn't care what she wanted. Did she really want to marry this schmuck? Create more little schmucks?
Clear as the driven snow, as fresh as an ice crystal and not nearly as painful as Beth would have imagined, it all coalesced into a single amazing thought.
This was not the man she wanted to marry. Thank goodness he hadn't actually asked her, because she would have said yes.
Not a smart move. Not smart at all. Waking up to Mr. Sports Channel every morning?
“Go home, Steve. Go home and take your satellite dish with you. Have a merry Christmas. Watch the Playboy Channel on your own TV because you certainly won't be watching mine.” With her dignity intact and her head held high, Beth had quietly gone back inside the house and closed the door.
* * * * *
She poured another glass of champagne from the half empty bottle. A bit splashed on the linen table cloth, but she leaned over and licked it up with her tongue. The same tongue that could have been licking Steve. The idiot. She focused on the small pile of opened gifts rested in front of her, gifts from her girlfriends at the office.
Irene's package was really interesting, nothing more than a little egg with a remote control. Of course, once Beth figured out where the egg went, she realized someone else really needed to work the remote to get the full effect. She giggled, thinking of the possibilities. Margaret's present was more obvious-a lifelike purple penis, complete with extra batteries.
She stared long and hard at the phallus, comparing it with Steve's. His was nothing like this monster! She flipped the switch and it pulsed to life, throbbing in her hand like something alive.
She felt the muscles between her legs contract at the possibilities. She'd never once used a vibrator, but ever since Tina from marketing had invited her friend Dot to give that sex toy party, all the girls had been giving them as gifts.
Beth wondered if anyone had actually used the damned things.
Filling her glass with the last of the champagne, she wobbled across the plush carpeting with the purple penis buzzing in her hand. It felt alive, the covering warm and sleek. Slipping her panties off, she hiked up her long skirt and sprawled on the pillows in front of the fire, the same pillows where she had intended to seduce Steve.
Sipping at her champagne, Beth stared long and hard at the softly humming dildo, then took an experimental swipe with the vibrating tip across her clit.
She jumped and giggled. Champagne splashed down the front of her burgundy velvet dress, so she slipped the gown over her head and tossed it aside. Her brassiere went next.
Beth decided there was something wonderfully decadent about lying naked on a pile of pillows in front of a dying fire, sipping good champagne and fucking herself with a huge vibrating purple penis. She stroked between her legs, parting the wet folds with the throbbing head. It practically crawled in deeper on its own.
Who was she to fight the power of two D-celled batteries?
Damn it felt good. She spread her legs wide and ran the dildo all the way inside. She was wet and ready, something that usually took forever when she had sex with Steve. The pulsating vibrations reached all the way to her bones.
She slipped it in and out, sighing with the pure pleasure of being completely filled by something hot and almost alive. She let it touch her clit on every other pass, then realized she was spending just as much time on that needy little bit of flesh as anywhere else. She thought about pinching her breasts, but she was holding the champagne with one hand and the dildo with the other, and she'd just flat run out of hands.
It didn't matter. Not one bit, because suddenly her orgasm slammed into her out of the blue, a deep, throbbing, needy crush of nerves and muscles and ripe sensation. Gasping, sighing, Beth slowed her new favorite toy to a steady rhythm, catching each tiny quiver and clench, riding her climax to the very last shiver. Finally, with a long, shuddering sigh, she flipped the off switch.
She lay there a moment, staring at the huge purple monster still deeply imbedded between her thighs. It felt good, filling her completely while her pussy spasmed and rippled against the ribbed surface. Gazing thoughtfully at the vibrator, Beth finished off her last swallow of champagne and set the glass aside.
After a few minutes, she giggled. They'd all made silly jokes about women needing toys for sex, embarrassed to admit they even knew about the blasted things, but this was the best orgasm she'd had in her life.
Great sex without the complications. D-cell batteries and a purple plastic penis were certainly a lot cheaper and easier to handle than a selfish, thick-headed ex-boyfriend.
To purchase this, or any of Kate's romantica titles,
NOTICE: This novel is protected under Copyright Registration with the
United States of America. No part or portion of this work may be used
for re-sell or re-print either digitally or in print format by ANY entity other
than the legal publisher of this work listed above. Re- sell or re-print of
this work may not be used without the written permission of the author
AND the publisher or without full monetary compensation of the work
to both the author and legal publisher. Any infringement upon this
copyright will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. If you have
purchased this novel in a `re-sell packet', please inform the author and/or