Dec 18

#NewRelease NICHOLAS by Dianne Hartsock: #GuestPost & #Giveaway!

Hello everyone! So glad you could stop by. If you can’t tell, I’m super excited that my story NICOLAS releases today. Thank you so much Tempe for sharing your blog with me to celebrate. Hugs!

Can you believe it’s going to be Christmas in a few days? I was surprised when the Christmas lights started going up in the neighborhood, and in the blink of an eye, it’s going to be Christmas Eve. I’d better get the presents wrapped soon. We always do gifts Christmas Eve, then our stockings from Santa on Christmas morning.

I’ve always loved the idea of Santa Claus, the spirit of Christmas, spreading his message of peace and goodwill. I made sure to include that in my story, as well as some of the legend of St. Nicolas, how he helped the poor, and in one miracle, raised three children from the dead.

But there is a darker side to the Nicolas legend in Germany. The Krampus, a goblin who follows Santa and punishes the naughty children. He is also part of my book, a terrible creature pursuing Nicolas through the centuries, trying to undo all his good work on earth.

In my story, I tried to keep a balance between these two characters, good and evil, if you will. Though the Krampus is dark and treacherous, he’s not all powerful. And when he takes the form of a beautiful, sensual man, he may be hard to resist, but there is a sense of danger that surrounds him, as a warning to everyone he comes in contact with.

And even if Nico is a good man, he admits he’s no saint, taking sweet Jamie as his lover, though he knows he’s putting him in harm’s way. Krampus is a jealous soul, wanting Nico for his own, to torment or pleasure as he sees fit.

In the middle of this conflict I put Jamie, my gentle artist, loving and caring, a little more femme than his past lovers could appreciate. Hurt and alone, Jamie is quickly swept up in the drama between Nico and Piter, the Krampus, quickly proving he has a core of steel under his soft skin. He comes to love his passionate Italian, but will love be enough to save them?

Thank you all again for dropping in! The holidays are full of traditions, from Christmas decorations to trees to music. For a chance to win a $5 ARe Gift Card, please comment below telling me what your favorite holiday song is.

Happy Holidays!

by Dianne Hartsock
Genre: Spirits, Mythology, Paranormal, Fantasy, M/M, Romance
Release Date: December 18th, 2015
Cover Artist: AngstyG
Pages: 200

Betrayed by a lover, Jamie rents an isolated cabin on Lake Huron, wanting only to be left alone. Instead, he is pulled from his solitary existence as an artist and tumbles headlong into the legend of Saint Nicolas.

As a young man, Nicolas accidentally killed a man intent on murdering three children, only to have the man’s malicious spirit rise up against him. Fleeing through the centuries from the Krampus, the evil troll-like creature that dogs his steps, Nico finds refuge with the young artist who takes him into his home and bed. But Jamie has questions. Who is Nicolas, and why does the Krampus want to destroy him?

When the Krampus begins to torment and torture anyone Nico comes in contact with to punish him, Jamie’s life is put in danger. And Jamie isn’t sure whether he can help Nico defeat his nemesis or if he’s merely a pawn in the Krampus’s game.

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Jamie startled awake. “What?”

He had trouble breathing, the crushing weight on his chest seeming to have followed him up from his dreams. But that couldn’t be right. He’d rented the cabin for its isolation. No one should be there. Did he still dream?

A warm breath brushed against his cheek, sending a shiver of dread and strange anticipation through him. “Easy, baby,” a silky voice whispered in the darkness. Sharp teeth nipped his earlobe and pleasure and pain sparked along his nerves. His eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, and he stared in amazement at the man gazing at him with wild green eyes, long pale hair, high cheekbones and a slender neck he craved to run his tongue along.

The stranger laid his weight on him, driving the air from his lungs and making Jamie struggle for every breath. Shifting position, the man sealed his full lips over Jamie’s, drawing a long groan from Jamie when an impossibly large cock slid against his. In sudden panic he reached to shove his unknown visitor away and touched hot skin and lean muscles. Of their own volition his hands roamed lower, following the curve of the stranger’s back to the rounded swell of his ass. He drew a quick breath and the man laughed into his mouth, pushed his tongue deep, thrusting inside to match the movement of his hips as he ground against Jamie’s aching dick.

Heat pooled in Jamie’s stomach. God, what was happening? The thing in his bed looked like a man, but his every instinct shouted otherwise. His skin was warm when it should have been cold from being outside. And how had he gotten in? All the windows and doors were locked tight against the winter storm. It was as if he’d just materialized in Jamie’s bed. “Who—”

He cried out when a hand pushed between them and grabbed their cocks, stroking them together until he lost the ability to think. So close! He grabbed onto the man’s firm ass and yanked him tighter against him, rising up to shove into his strong grip.

The triumphant hiss in his ear shot ice through his veins. “So naughty.”

“No!” Jamie struggled to sit up, scrambling back against the headboard. He blinked, finding himself alone in the room, only his ragged breaths disturbing the silence of the cabin. A forgotten anxiety knotted his stomach. Naughty. He hated that word, tossed about by the boys he once knew in school. The ones he’d suck off behind the gym, desperate for a gentle hand in his hair, balm against his loneliness. He’d been terrified his parents would find out he was different, that he liked girl things and found boys much more exciting than he should. They would know he was gay and there would be hell to pay for their freak of a son.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. God, that had been ages ago. The last shreds of the dream dissipated, and he reached for the bedside light, fumbling in the darkness for the switch. Low light stung his eyes and he blinked at the empty bedroom, unable to believe the attack hadn’t been real.

He flung off the heavy quilts and slid to his feet, clinging to the post at the foot of the bed as a wave of dizziness struck him. Laughter from the other room jolted him. Heart pounding, he bolted for the door and it crashed into the wall as he flung it open. The reddish glow from the banked fire on the hearth lit the main room of the cabin, though the kitchen area remained in shadows.

Jamie’s gaze swept the rooms, focusing on the dark corners. No one jumped out at him. Nobody sat on the couch. His coffee cup remained undisturbed where he’d left it on the hearth. Of course. The cabin was isolated, miles from the nearest neighbor. Who would bother to come way out there, especially with the threat of another snowstorm on the way?

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, pushing the sweat-drenched bangs from his forehead. Christ, the dream had seemed so real. The cold of the great room finally registered, creeping up from the hardwood flooring. Shaking, he crossed to the fireplace and stirred up the coals, adding another log.

 

Dianne grew up in one of the older homes in the middle of Los Angeles, a place of hardwood floors and secret closets and back staircases. A house where ghosts lurk in the basement and the faces in the paintings watch you walk up the front stairs. Rooms where you keep the closet doors closed tight at night. It’s where her love of the mysterious and wonderful came from.

Dianne now lives in the beautiful Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play. She says Oregon’s raindrops are the perfect setting in which to write. There’s something about being cooped up in the house with a fire crackling on the hearth and a cup of hot coffee warming her hands, which kindles her imagination.

Currently, Dianne works as a floral designer in a locally-owned gift shop. Which is the perfect job for her. When not writing, she can express herself through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage.

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  1. This sounds amazing. My favorite song is It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

    1. I love that song, Debra! Thanks for stopping by. 🙂

    2. Debra, you’re my winner by Random.org. Congrats!

    • Shirley Ann Speakman on December 21, 2015 at 4:03 pm

    My favourite holiday song is “I Believe In Father Christmas” by Greg Lake.

    1. Good song Shirley! Thanks for stopping in. 🙂

    • Laurie P on December 21, 2015 at 8:02 pm

    Any song from the Trans-Siberian Orchestra Christmas shows.

    1. I agree Laurie! My favorite from them is Christmas Eve, Sarajevo. I’m glad you made it by. 🙂

    • H.B. on December 21, 2015 at 11:47 pm

    I’ve came across it last year, it’s Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas by Jewel and Home Free

    1. I haven’t heard that version yet, H.B. I’ll need to give it a listen. Thanks for dropping in. 🙂

    • Samiyyah on December 22, 2015 at 1:33 am

    My favorite song is Silent Night by The Temptations

    1. Good song, Samiyyah! Glad you stopped by. 🙂

    • TempeO on December 22, 2015 at 7:17 am
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    Mine has to be Oh Tanenbaum by the Green Man. It’s a small pagan group that does it and it’s amazing!
    (Pls ignore my lack of spelling finesse)

    1. I love that group, Tempe! Thanks again for hosting me. I’m finding some new Christmas music. 🙂

    • ashalka212 on December 22, 2015 at 8:12 am

    Wow this sounds like a special Christmas story. I’ve wish listed it. Thanks so much for the chance.
    Silent Night always tops my list followed closely by the Christmas Shoes.
    HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

    1. Great songs, Ashalka! Glad you like the sound of my story. Thanks for coming by. 🙂

    • sherry1969 on December 23, 2015 at 1:06 am

    My favorite holiday song is Silent Night.

    1. Always a beautiful song, no matter who sings it. Thanks for coming by, sherry!

    • Blackrose on December 23, 2015 at 3:46 am

    My favourite holiday song would be ‘This is Halloween’ from Nightmare Before Christmas if Halloween was a holiday (it should be). Instead, as of yesterday, it is ‘All I want for Christmas is you’ sung by Steve Grand. It is mainly my favourite for the video clip.

      • TempeO on December 23, 2015 at 8:36 am
        Author

      I have to agree and looooove that movie 😄

    1. A wonderful video, Blackrose! I pretend that the guy will be knocking on his door any minute. 🙂

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