Merry Christmas – Season’s Greeting and Goodwill to All from Author Rachelle Ayala

The holidays are upon us, and now is the time for family and friends to relax and enjoy each other. Here’s wishing all of you a happy, healthy, and hearty Christmas and a Merry New Year.
This year has been a banner one for me. I wrote 14 novels and novellas and one non-fiction book. In November, I got to meet my fellow authors in Miami for the Readers’ Favorite book awards where I won a gold medal for A Father for Christmas.

In December, A Father for Christmas was translated into Italian (Un Padre por Natale) by Irene Aprile, and I finished writing my next baseball romance, Playing Catch, which should be released early next year. It is a romance that includes recovery from childhood sexual abuse and sex addiction.
I also read many wonderful this year books, enjoying Kristan Higgins in the summer, and now, my new favorite author Linda Howard, where I’m staying up late devouring all her books. My favorites are Son of the Morning and Kiss Me While I Sleep. I also fell in love with Jude Deveraux’s Knight in Shining Armor and just finished my first James Patterson book, Honeymoon.
I’m looking forward to a fun and happy holidays with my husband and family. The weather is beautiful here in Northern California, we’ve had rain, and the hills are green again. I wish you all a wonderful holiday, and happy reading!

Best Wishes!

Rachelle Ayala

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~ Christmas Flirt – Rachelle Ayala ~


Bad girl Lacy Reed doesn’t care what anyone thinks—until her naked selfies show up on her boss’s cell phone.

Brandon Cole never smiles, ever. Not even when Lacy’s indecent selfies appear on his phone. Already a VP before age thirty, he doesn’t need Lacy to discover his well hidden secret.

When Brandon’s past catches up with him, will naughty Lacy find a lump of Cole in her Christmas stocking?

Our first Spicy Christmas Kisses Author Spotlight
and Excerpt comes from Rachelle Ayala, who gives us a saucy tale of a Christmas Flirt!
by Rachelle Ayala
(Excerpt copyright © 2014, Rachelle Ayala)

“Miss Reed, please come to my office.” The sexy, smooth voice of my boss’s boss, Mr. Cole, vibrates through the handset.

He called me Miss Reed. Why so formal? I’m just the intern everyone knows as Lacy Reed, the wild and crazy one they get to do all the publicity stunts for Shopahol’s Immersion Gaming division. And yes, I’m lucky to get this job and no, I’ve never met Mr. Brandon Cole up close, although he’s as drool-worthy as they come. So, why would he call me out of the blue without his secretary’s intervention?

“Miss Reed? You there?” The sexy male voice rumbles smooth as cream.

Oh my. I swallow a load of drool. Is that really Mr. Cole on the phone or is someone playing a prank on me?

I wouldn’t put it past Sean and Dex, the two computer clowns who set up everyone’s new-fangled internet-enabled phones, to send me a spliced recording.

“Yes, sir. Right now?”

I can barely squeak out my excitement, or is it fear? I should be afraid, right? I could be in trouble. Not that I can think of anything I did wrong. Besides, wouldn’t my immediate supervisor, Marty, have said something?

“Yes, if you please,” Mr. Cole says in a cool manner that tells me I’m wasting his time, which I am since he’s the new Vice President of Marketing—single, panty-melting, and loaded with arm candy of the female variety.

“On my way.” I hang up and swipe my hand through my wavy, misbehaving hair, check my suitably business-like white silk blouse, brush off any crumbs from lunch, and lick my teeth, glancing into the mirror perched on my monitor. That mirror is a lifesaver since it’s the one which warns if anybody lurks behind me from the cubicle entrance.

What could Mr. Cole want from me? Everyone said I’d done an excellent job at the Vegas trade show. I presented our newest line of video game concepts, wore all the costumes, most of them modified bikinis to appear like warrior princesses, vampire brides, and sexy space aliens. So what if a couple of convention geeks got carried away and carted me off to the bar to lick shots off my belly? It was all good publicity and getting eyeballs on the Shopahol logo I sported on my ample bosom.

I stride past Gale, Mr. Cole’s secretary, a prudish older woman who glares from under her steel-rimmed glasses.

“Go right in,” she orders me as I hesitate outside his door.

“Do you know what this is about?” I lower my voice. “Is something wrong?”

Gale gives me the once over, her lips slightly sneering as if she were the headmistress at a convent. “It’s not my place to say.”

Sure, her attitude said as much. I wonder how many women traipse in and out of Mr. Cole’s office on a regular basis. Word has it he’s quite a player, although totally unruffled, always polished to a spit shine, never a hair out of place. Word also says he never plays at work.

Steeling myself, I twist the brushed chrome door handle, and the image of twisting something more velvety has my insides quivering.

Yeah right. With my luck, I’m about to get canned. It wasn’t just the Jell-O shots off my belly, but the Sharpie marker signatures and tattoo art I collected on my body from rival gaming companies that could have me fired.

I step in as quietly as I can, but Mr. Cole’s ready for me. His mysterious greenish-gray eyes rove my body as he sweeps out a single hand. “Have a seat, Miss Reed.”

Every movement of his is economical, no wasted energy, no nervous ticks, absolute control. He’s not flicking his smartphone or tapping on his keyboard, or scurrying his shapely long fingers through his cropped copper-tinted brown hair. He’s just focused, watching my every jittery movement as I carefully step my way from his door to the wingback chair placed beside his desk.

I can’t help the butterflies taking flight in my stomach or the fluttering of my heart. Mr. Brandon Cole is a heartthrob. Totally. His lean suit is well cut, almost form fitting, tailored to his perfect physique—fit, tanned, compact and oozing with understated power. Would it be clichéd to talk about his chiseled jaw and heartbreaker’s face? His woodsy cologne isn’t helping one bit, not to add his lady-killer lips—ones that never smile. But what really gets me are the eyes. Grayish-green, catlike and mysterious, like slate on jade, or marble on emerald.

Up close, he appears younger than I’d thought. Under thirty and a VP already? Smoothing my skirt, I slide into the chair facing him, realizing I’m completely exposed. Mr. Cole has one elbow propped on his solid oak desk. A desk so solid and hefty, and smooth on the surface, and just the right height for …

No, don’t go there. Gale the guard dog secretary is right outside. I wouldn’t be surprised if she has a surveillance camera. One never knows with these high tech companies.

“Uhm, hi.” I greet him with a nervous smile. “You wanted to see me?”

“I’ve already seen a lot of you,” he answers without blinking an eye.

“Huh? Oh.” I clear my sodden throat. “Is this about the convention?”

“Maybe more.” His voice remains impassive without a hint of emotion.

I flick on a megawatt smile, ignoring the flight-or-fight signals invading my bloodstream. I’m not a marketing intern for nothing. I can appear more confident than I feel. Besides, I can always sit here and picture Mr. Brandon Cole in his boxers with a growing … my imagination is just too fertile for the moment.

In any case, I wait. This is a power play, pure and simple. He’s trying to unnerve me. Not that he hasn’t succeeded. I mean, if he asked, I’d roll over and let him rub my belly, not that I have a tail to wag or anything. But definitely panting, what with that rod of steel peaking from his boxers.

I’m so into my fantasies and visualizations I don’t notice Mr. Cole hovering over me until it’s too late. His hot breath warms the back of my neck as he bends toward me, and his hand touches my shoulder, sending jingles of electricity spiraling down my spine.

I can barely hold still, anticipating the soft kiss he’d feather over my cheek, just at the right angle for me to turn my lips into, when he drops a cell phone in my lap.

“Explain this,” he says, and props himself on the corner of his desk.

Holy moly! My eyes pop from their sockets and my jaw crashes to my knees. I’m on his screen, all boobs and tush. Completely naked.

“That’s me?” my stupid tongue blabbers to the rescue. “How’d you get that?”

“Perhaps you sent it to me.” Mr. Cole crosses his arms and quirks his eyebrow. “Why?”

~ About The Author ~

Bestselling author Rachelle Ayala writes dramatic romantic suspense and humorous, sexy contemporary romances. Her heroines are feisty and her heroes hot. She writes emotionally challenging stories but believes in the power of love and hope. She has won awards in multicultural and historical romance. 

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#NewRelease CHRISTMAS LOVEBIRDS – Introducing the Hart Family #Sweet #Romance

Love is in the air, especially around Christmas time. Meet the Hart family in my new sweet Have A Hart series. These romances are PG-rated, clean and wholesome, just in time for the holidays.

Melisa Hart has a soft spot for her brother Connor’s ex-best buddy, Rob Reed. Unfortunately, Rob slept with Connor’s girlfriend and is no longer welcome with any of the Harts.

Melisa lends her pet lovebird for a Christmas Toy Drive, but a mix-up brings her face to face with Rob and his lovebird. Melisa is drawn into a whirlwind romance with Rob and discovers he hasn’t told her the entire story.

Can two little lovebirds and Christmas cheer open Melisa’s heart to giving Rob another chance?



He took a breather and stared into her eyes, knowing he was grinning and not caring one bit. “You know what I want to do?”
She lowered her gaze and bit her lip. “Whatever you want.”
“Yeah, I got that the first time.” A shiver went through his spine and he trailed a finger down the side of her cheek. “I want to cherish you, hold you close, make you happy. I want you to feel loved, but also give you wings to fly. Protect you. Let you explore, conquer, and do, knowing I’ll be here whenever you need and want me.”
Her eyes sparkled along with the look of wonder on her face. “That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
His heart blossomed full of love and happiness. “That’s what I want to be for you. The guy who’ll celebrate your successes, cheer you on, but wipe the tears when you fall, then pick you back up.”
“You’re too perfect. What’s going to happen?” Her brows furrowed. “Am I dreaming? Or did you put something in those pain pills?”
He chuckled and dotted a kiss on her cheek. “Speaking of, let me check your hand and the swelling. If you’re able to tolerate it, we’ll get you onto Tylenol, then you won’t be fuzzyheaded and have an excuse for kissing me.”
“No excuse needed. I had a crush on you forever, but I guess no one told you.”
“No one did. Family code of silence?”
“You make us Harts sound like the Mafia, but true.”
“Guess it cuts both ways then.” He tipped her chin and rubbed his nose on hers. “Because all the Reeds knew how I felt about you and no one told.”
About Have a Hart Romances:
Fall in love with the Hart Family of firefighters. Brave, caring, and compassionate, they put themselves in danger and don’t expect any applause. Their motto is “Heart Comes First,” and they put their hearts in their family, jobs, and their animal friends. Join each of the Hart brothers and sisters as they find the one heart destined for their love, along with a cute little pet bird, puppy, kitten or more.
Connor (Spring Fling Kitty, #3)
Twins: Jenna (Valentine Hound Dog, #2) and Grady
Melisa (Christmas Lovebird, #1 – Available NOW)
About the Author
Rachelle Ayala is a bestselling author of contemporary romance and romantic suspense. Her foremost goal is to take readers on a shared emotional journey with her characters as they grow and become more true to themselves. Rachelle believes in the power of love to overcome obstacles and feels that everyone should find love as often as possible, especially if it’s within the pages of a book.

Her book, Knowing Vera, won the 2015 Angie Ovation Award, and A Father for Christmas garnered a 2015 Readers’ Favorite Gold Award.

She is also a writing teacher and founder of the Romance In A Month writing community. She lives in California with her husband and has three children and two birds.
Hello everyone. I am a writer who loves to combine romance with suspense and humor. My foremost goal is to take you, the reader, on a shared emotional journey with me as my characters grow and become more true to themselves. I believe stories are the means for us to connect and experience life in new ways. As a writer, I’m privileged to share my private dreams and visions with readers. I’m a romantic. I believe in the power of love to overcome obstacles and feel that everyone should find love as often as possible, even if it’s within the pages of a book. Happy reading and loving!
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