Adriana Kraft is our guest blogger today and they've given us a great excerpt to celebrate the New Year. As for Jmo and myself, we wish you Peace, Love, Health, Happiness, and Prosperity in the coming months. Sort of like a warm blanket and a hot body beside you (or on top of you) on a cold winter night.
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2009 01 01 The Morgan Diaries Blog
It’s a quiet and mellow New Year’s Eve at our house this year ~ a little time off from the day job, some wine and cheese and crackers, a fire in the fireplace and a split of champagne awaiting the moment the new Waterford Crystal Ball drops at Times Square. Just the two of us. Our son, on the other hand, lives in New York and will be among the revelers in the square to see it drop ~ hope he keeps warm!
How do you like to spend New Year’s Eve ~ out partying madly with a huge crowd? Home by yourself reading a hot book (we hope it’s ours!)? Cuddled up with your honey reminiscing? Cuddled up with your honey on the dance floor at a party? That’s the New Year’s Eve we gave our latest heroine, Evie Strand, in
A Gift for Adam. Here’s a peek at her ~ enjoy!

BLURB
What happens when the wrong Christmas present gets into the hands of the office rake? Adam Grant is holding high the suggestive thongs Evie Strand meant for her best friend. Aware that Evie’s deeply embarrassed, Adam resolves to make it up to her. Who knew where a simple dinner date would lead?
EXCERPT
Nestling against Adam’s broad chest, Evie swayed to the slow beat of the music. Midnight approached. The ballroom floor was crowded with couples getting ready to welcome in the New Year. She hugged Adam tighter. It had been a splendid evening and she knew it was only going to get better.
His knee grazed her thighs and his hands on her butt pulled her closer until she could feel his full hardness. “Have I told you what a beautiful ass you have?” he whispered into her ear.
Evie chuckled softly. “I believe you’ve mentioned that several times tonight. You do have wonderful hands. I must’ve selected the proper dress.”
“Your ass,” he said, squeezing it lightly, “is stunning whether you’re in this sexy black dress or in a pair of jeans. There’s no way you could hide that rear bumper.”
“I’m glad you like it,” she murmured against his throat.
“I’m planning on getting to know it much better very soon.”
Evie grinned, not missing a beat. “I hope so. I’m looking forward to making a proper introduction.”
Adam pivoted to miss an older couple who seemed intent on crossing the dance floor as they waltzed. Evie huddled closer to Adam. Content to hold each other in anticipation, neither one of them moved much at all.
Inhaling his scent, Evie doubted she could remember all the sexual innuendo she’d heard exchanged among the classic car club members. Everything from blowing pipes, to tune-ups, to cherry pickers, to checking her timing, to polishing knobs, to stylish rear bumpers, to jacking her up, to revving her up, to waxing her ass, to grinding drive shafts, to reaming valves, to stripping layers and of course relying on a good pair of nipple pliers. They’d laughed so hard tears had come to her eyes.
She snickered. The older couples were at least as ribald as the younger ones. The entire group seemed intent on enjoying themselves. Many had known each other for decades. And most, while they competed with each other at shows, seemed quite willing to help each other and share experiences.
Apparently Adam was no different. Carolyn Bailey, probably in her sixties, who had sat next to her during dinner, claimed she’d known Adam since he was in his teens working on junk cars trying to make them run. Her husband had taken a liking to him, helped turn his passion for cars into a long term investment, and recommended him for the job at Grafton’s.
Carolyn’s voice turned to pride when she’d explained how Adam had helped them when her husband had broken both legs in an accident. Adam had been by their side providing back up transportation for their kids and attending their games and working in their garage to get an old model T in shape for a spring show.