“‘Well then…’ I clear my throat once. ‘You are a fantastic actor,’ I say, breathless, and emotionally drugged up on Mr. Sexdorable.”-- Brittainy C. Cherry Scanty Santa is my last selection from Dreamspinner’s Advent anthology. This short story just didn’t work well for me. There is an audience for this type of book, I’m just... Continue Reading →

“‘Well then…’ I clear my throat once. ‘You are a fantastic actor,’ I say, breathless, and emotionally drugged up on Mr. Sexdorable.”-- Brittainy C. Cherry Scanty Santa is my last selection from Dreamspinner’s Advent anthology. This short story just didn’t work well for me. There is an audience for this type of book, I’m just... Continue Reading →