Merry Stuff Your Kindle Day!
26 Dec 2025
You started the day with eggnog…and I can't even blame you.
Christmas is over.
Excess food and booze has been consumed, loyalties have been tested, and you and everyone in your family are wearing sweats and fighting over the plastic tubs of leftovers in the fridge.
Every year I say I'm going to do better. Be more disciplined. ONLY have one damn slice of fruit cake.
But every year, the Christmas spirit invades my body like a poltergeist, and exorcising it involves eggnog.
A lot of eggnog.
If you're feeling anything like me today, then all you want to do is chill.
And nothing says ‘stretchy pants day' like a whole library full of FREE romance books, amiright? 😏
Yup, you guessed it. It's Merry Stuff Your Kindle Day, where you can get your hands on an insane amount of romance books for FREE!
This year, I've included House of Lies in the promotion! So you can grab the first book in the Devil's Den series (all standalones) for nada…and the second book, House of Cards, is only 99c for a limited time, too!
If you're not familiar with the series, there are trope cards for both books at the bottom of this email!
Of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't mention that 'Tis the Season to be Bullied, my 99c FIVE BOOK BULLY BOXSET only has a few days left on Amazon before it's coming down, so make sure to grab that amazing deal while you can!
PSA: You can borrow 'Tis the Season for FREE on Kindle Unlimited, and then read it anytime, even AFTER I've taken it down!)
Punished Teaser
It's been a minute since I've sent an excerpt or teaser your way for my current WIP - Punished by my Enemy.
So as an extra post-xmas treat, here's a little somein' from the book. Trust me when I say the people in this story are…a little damaged 😅
PUNISHED BY MY ENEMY
EXCERPT - HAVEN
"Bastian was..." I struggle to find the right word. "Being an asshole again."
Kai's jaw tightens. "What did he say?"
I say nothing, and he accepts my silence for all of a minute.
We push through the doors into the afternoon sun. There's a haze over the sky, and the crisp fall air is a welcome shock to my system when it hits my still-warm cheeks.
"Haven!"
"He just—" I stop walking and turn to face Kai. "He called me trash, okay?"
Kai glares. "What?" He steps forward, snatching up my hand and leading me away from campus at a fast walk. "Fucking asshole."
"Right?" I scoff. "I mean, he has no right to treat us this way."
We've barely made it more than a yard before Kai stops in his tracks. "He was talking shit about me too?"
I crush my lips together.
Fuck. I don't want to have to repeat Bastian's awful words.
Kai glances around, then drags me around the corner of the building, into the shadowed alcove where the emergency exit meets the wall. It's slightly overgrown here, a massive shrub blocking our view of the footpath.
"What did he say about me?" Kai growls.
"He's obviously pissed about something." I shake my head, letting out an uneasy laugh. "Just let it go."
"What. Did. He. Say?" Kai grabs the back of my neck. "Tell me!"
"God, okay!" I knock his hand away, shaking my head. "He called you a closeted simp."
Kai's eyes darken, and for a second I think it's anger, or some kind of righteous fury. But then I notice the way his breath has changed. It's faster. Shallower.
And his pupils have dilated, turning his eyes dark.
"He's a fucking psychopath, Kai," I murmur, an incredulous smile twitching my lips.
Because it's not anger on my boyfriend's face.
It's…something I don't want to name, because I think I'm losing my mind.
"I know." He pats my cheek, huffing through his nose. "I fucking know."
"He'll say anything to get us worked up."
"Yeah, I know that too." His hand cups my face, slides down to my neck. "Did it work?"
"What?" I whisper.
Kai's thumb strokes my lips, his eyes going unfocused. "Did he get you all worked up?"
I'm not sure I'm understanding him right until his other hand glides onto the small of my back, pulling me against him. When I feel his cock, how it's beginning to stiffen beneath his joggers, I realize I understand him just fine.
"No," I lie. "He's a fucking dick, Kai."
"Biggest one I ever met."
I snort-laugh, because I think he's making a joke, but there's not a trace of humor in Kai's green eyes. In fact, the only thing on his face is a dark lust I haven't seen in days.
My hand goes to Kai's shoulder. "What's gotten into you?" I frown, trying to ignore how my own body is responding to the hunger in Kai's eyes. "Our professor calls me a trailer park whore, and suddenly you want to jump my fucking bones?"
"Yeah…How fucking dare he," Kai mumbles, his feverish eyes dropping to my mouth. "If anyone's gonna call you a whore, it's me."
I dig my fingers into his shoulder, and slap his chest with my other hand. "No one's calling me anything! Not you, definitely not—"
Kai's brutal kiss cuts me off.
I groan into his mouth, hands finding his hips, pulling him flush against me. He's even harder now, straining against his pants, and it's because of what Bastian said. What he called me.
"You like it when he calls me a slut?" I breathe against his lips as our hands rove each other's bodies.
"That all he said?" he mumbles.
"No, he—" I gasp as his thigh pushes between mine, his leg putting pressure on my pussy in a most delicious way.
"Tell me everything."
"I already—"
"Everything. Again."
"He said—" I interrupt myself with a moan as Kai's leg grinds against me "—he didn't need my desperate little cunt."
"Jesus." Kai's hips buck against me. His hand slides up my side, grabbing my tit roughly through my sweater.
"He called me a pathetic trailer park whore," I breathe.
"Fuck." Kai's voice is wrecked.
"Told me you'd have to keep me company until he called."
"He's still going to call?" Kai pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes are wild. Hungry. Terrified.
I dig my fingers into the back of his neck. "Do you want him to?"
"I—I don't know what I want. But I know I can't stop thinking about—" He swallows hard. "About—"
I silence him with another kiss. Messier this time. Desperate.
His hand slides down, cupping me through my jeans. I whimper against his mouth, grinding his palm.
"About him?" I murmur against his lips. "About us? All three of us?"
He groans and then his fingers are fumbling with my zipper, shoving into my jeans.
The fact that my pussy is drenched seems to surprise him.
"Jesus, Haven."
"Don't stop."
He doesn't.
His fingers push inside me, two at once, thrusting and curling until my legs buckle. I cling to his shoulders, face buried in his neck, biting down on the fabric of his jacket to muffle the sounds I'm making.
"You are a pathetic whore," he breathes in my ear. "But you're my pathetic whore."
"Fuck!" I clench around his fingers, so close already it's downright shameful. "Again!"
"You're my desperate, trailer trash girl," he murmurs, and hearing those words in his voice—so possessive and reverent and dark—shove me over the edge.
I come with a strangled cry, shaking apart against him while he works me through it, whispering filthy praise into my hair.
"You like that, Miss H? You do, don't you? You're such a good little slut for me."
When I can breathe again, I reach for his belt.
He doesn't try to stop me.