Santa’s Little Helper Scavenger Hunt ….

Scavenger Hunt

BTS Tours and Freya’s Bower are proud to present the Santa’s Little Helper Scavenger Hunt. 32 blogs have linked together to allow you to hunt for 32 different words that will be hidden in each post, so at the end of the hunt you will have 32 answers to plug into the rafflecopter. Please DO NOT leave your answers in the comment section. We want this to be fun for everyone, and not take the challenge out of the game. So this is how it works.

All the blogs on the Linky List below will post their game piece on their allotted date. You are looking for one word (related to Christmas or Sex) to plug into the rafflecopter as your answer.

For Example:  You are here at I am, Indeed.  You find your word (clues will be provided for you in the picture with the Reindeer) you log into the rafflecopter form and place your answer in the box marked I am, Indeed. Follow along the entire Scavenger Hunt and collect all 32 clues. We will be drawing for 4 $25 dollar Gift Certificates to Freya’s Bower. Happy Hunting!!!

Additionally – to all US entrants – I will be holding a separate Rafflecopter drawing (enter HERE) for a $10 Starbucks gift card.  All you need to do is follow by email or by Twitter (the follow buttons are at the right) and leave me a comment telling me how you followed.
And the winner is:  Beckey White – an email has been sent

Both Drawings end on 3 January, 2013.   Good Luck!

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Apron Strings

Title: Apron Strings
Author:  Jamie Samms
Publisher: Freya’s Bower
Length Mini
Sub-Genres:  M/M
Buy the Book:    Freya’s Bower           

About the Book: For five years, Danny has happily assumed the role of Neil’s live-in house boy, with perks, and pursued his painting career. Now that he’s established, though, Danny’s feeling a bit restless. Neil’s convinced Danny’s ready to cut the apron strings, but Danny has a better idea what to do with them – if Neil can give up control and turn the other cheek.

EXCERPT:   Finally, Danny screwed up his courage. If this was it, he didn’t want to prolong the agony. “Will you at least tell me what you need to sort out, even if you can’t let me help?”
“Are you happy?”
Danny blinked. “Aren’t you?”
“I asked you.” Neil looked up at him, grey eyes shadowed and sad.
“What makes you think I’m not?”
“Do you know how long you stood at the kitchen sink last night?”
“Umm.” Danny looked down at his plate and pushed the food around, pulling the tomatoes free of the noodles. “I was doing the dishes.”
“You stood at the sink with your hands in the water, staring out the window for half an hour. I know, because I watched, and you didn’t even know I was there.” Neil waited, but Danny wasn’t sure what he expected. “What were you thinking about?”
“I was watching the light outside.” It wasn’t a lie.
“And a pretty sunset always gives you a bulge in your pants?”
Danny stared at him. He hadn’t thought Neil had even noticed.
“Who were you thinking about?”
“No—no one. It isn’t like that.”
Neil stood, tossed his napkin on the table beside his plate. “Then what is it like?”
“Neil—” Danny followed him up. “I wasn’t thinking about anyone. Not like that.”
“Who, Danny?” His voice rose. He never raised his voice. It set the hairs on the back of Danny’s hands and neck quivering.
“God, Neil, please—” Danny raised a hand, fending off the sudden aggression. He couldn’t get his mind around the conversation fast enough. Wiping his sweaty palms down his jeans, he moved around the table, wanting contact with his lover, to touch him, to straighten this out.
Neil stepped away from him. “You were fantasizing about something, someone, D, and it wasn’t me!”
“How do you know what I was or wasn’t fantasizing about?”
“Because if it was me, you’d have said.” Neil fisted his hands at his side, his arms rigid, held close to his body. “The fact that you didn’t says a lot, doesn’t it?”
“So I have fantasies. So what?”
“So it would be nice if I were in a few of them.” Neil stalked from the kitchen. The bedroom door slammed again, shaking the whole wall. Pictures hanging in the hallway rattled, and after a split second, a thump came from the bedroom, another door slammed, and the patter of the shower reached him.
Danny stood beside the table and shook.

About the Author:  Jaime has been writing for various publishers since the fall of 2008, although she’s been writing for herself far longer. Often asked why men; what’s so fascinating about writing stories about men falling in love, she’s never come up with a clear answer.  Just that these are the stories that she loves to read, so it seemed to make sense if she was going to write, they should also be the stories she wrote.

These days, you can find plenty of free reading on her website. She also writes for Freya’s Bower, Loveyoudivine Alterotica, Pink Petal Books, Dreamspinner Press and Total E-Bound.

Spare time, when it can be found rolled into a ball at the back of the dryer or cavorting with the dust bunnies in the corners, she’s probably spending reading, drawing, gardening (weather permitting, of course, since she is Canadian!) or watching movies. Well. She has a day job or two, as well, and two kids, but thankfully, also a wonderful husband who shoulders more than his fair share of household and child care responsibilities.

She graduated some time ago from college with a Fine Arts diploma, with a major in textile arts, which basically qualifies her to draw pictures and create things with string and fabric. One always needs an official slip of paper to fall back on after all….

So – what you want to do now is enter the Rafflecopter to put your answer next to “I am, Indeed”.  Then – come back here and go to the next stop on the linky list…



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