Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Book Spotlight: Christmas Goddess by Dana Littlejohn

With Christmas right around the corner, do you risk asking Santa for what you really want? Nope! You ask your BFF!

Kendra Taylor was single by choice, but unhappy with her predicament. Feeling depressed over her situation she declined going with her friend Monica to an annual Christmas party. Wanting to help Kendra, Monica searched diligently for the perfect gift to lift Kendra’s spirits and usher her into the New Year on a positive note…and boy did she find it!

Read an excerpt!

Getting out the car she dropped the plate off in the kitchen and headed to the living. Looking around her home you couldn’t even tell Christmas was only a week away. There were lights, no gingerbread or peppermint smells, not even a tree. She frowned.

“God! No wonder I’m in such a funk. It’s downright dismal in here,” she said aloud. “I have to do something about this.”

Kendra rushed into her room, changed her clothes and was back in the car in fifteen minutes. The parking lot was so full she knew not to bother going near the store. Pulling her hood over her head, she stepped out into the falling snow.

“Merry Christmas!” the man guarding the bright red kettle shouted.

“Merry Christmas,” she answered walking by him into the store.

The cart corral was empty. She wasn’t surprised. The shopping madness of the season was in full swing. People pushed pass her as she walked around the crowded store. Luckily she just needed a few things to spruce up the place a bit and would be gone soon.

“Excuse me,” she said to a passing employee. “Where can I find Christmas decorations?”

“If there’s any left they would be in isle fourteen.”



The instant Kendra heard her name she froze. She knew that voice anywhere. It whispered sweet nothings in her ear for almost two years before she finally broke it off. She turned slowly and swallowed the gasp as it tried to escape. Just looking at him made her heart flutter. He was six feet of solid muscle with a panty melting smile and expert hands to seal the deal.

“I knew that was you,” he said pulling her into a hug. “How are you? You look fantastic.”

“Hi Lionel. You look good too,” she said and turned down the aisle.

“Whoa,” he called out intercepting her. “Wait a minute. What’s your hurry?”

“No hurry. I’m just here to pick up a few decorations for the house. I haven’t really had the time to decorate.”

“Really? Wow, I remember your place being decked out for the holidays even before Thanksgiving. You were so into it. I kinda liked that about you. Nothing’s wrong is it?”

Wrong? No, nothing is wrong, delicious man from my past. Just suffering from lack of companionship and nooky-fluid deficiency, that’s all.

“No, no nothing like that. I’ve just been busy at work. That’s all.”

“Oh. So what are your plans after you get your stuff?”

“No plans at all, really. I’m just going back to the house.”

“To your…boyfriend…husband?” he asked making hand gestures like a scale.

She couldn’t help but smile. “No, alone.”

Lionel’s face lit up. “Really? Well, why don’t I come with you then? I was picking up some stuff for dinner. I can double it and make dinner for two instead of one.”

Warning! Warning! her brain screamed.

Lionel flashed his killer grin of his and stepped closer. Her features must have given away what her mind’s caution alarm.

“Come on, Kendra. You know you always liked my cooking and I know you hate to cook. It’s a win/win situation.”

No Kendra! It doesn’t matter that his food tasted heavenly. You have the food from the party. You won’t starve.

Lionel nudged her. “Come on. I’ll put this chicken back and make my special Italian rib eyes that you love so much,” he said sweetening his offer.

Memories of his delicious cooking and body flittered back to her memory making her mouth water and she smiled.

“Thata girl. Come on let’s get what we need and get out of here.”


Dana Littlejohn was born and raised in Brooklyn, NY, but has called Indianapolis, IN her home for over 10 years. She fell in love with writing about love early in life and started an own ongoing story in weekly installments to entertain her friends as they passed it around the lunch room in junior high school.

When Dana became an adult she put her love for writing on hold to do the start a family, but in 2003, with encouragement from her husband, she picked up her pen again. To date she has written 3 full length novels, 13 novellas, 42 short stories and has had her stories in 3 anthologies all under her own name and a pseudo for another genre. Her do-do list grows daily and the ideas flow freely. Keep an eye out for what she has coming next.

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