Welcome to Behind Closed Doors and our Saturday Spotlight feature. Today we have a special treat. Author Monica Garry Allen is here to share a bit about her new Christmas holiday release Christmas Confusion. Instead of me continuing to blab on, I’ll turn things over to Monica and let her tell her tale. ~Tammy
The Sexy Boy Next Door.
We all dream of one day meeting Mr. Right. We want him to be as close to perfect as possible. It would be nice if he was filthy rich also. Most of us want him to look like Chris Hemsworth, face and body. *Sighs.* That would be wonderful. It would be even more wonderful if he rode a motorcycle and had a nice array of body ink. Let’s not forget sexual prowess. Mr. Right has to have a lot of energy and stamina and he also has to have a tongue that is able to work magic. Most of us dream of billionaires with mansions and private jets. We want our perfect dream guy to spoil us and buy us huge diamond rings.
But sometimes Mr. Right is right next door. He may not be rich or drive a limited edition car, but he’s still perfect, just the way he is. It seems as if we’ve all forgotten about the sweet boy next door. The guy who works with his hands. The guy who offers to take your trash out for you when he sees you on your porch. The guy who helps you carry your groceries inside when you return home from the market. The guy who fixes your refrigerator for you when it breaks down on a Sunday afternoon and there’s no one else available to come out and fix it. Some of us call these types of guys, Mr. Handy Man, but Bailey calls her next door neighbor, Mr. Perfect. But to his face she calls him Max, because, well, that’s his name.
In Christmas Confusion, Bailey has just moved into her first apartment. She’s just graduated college and has landed her first ‘real’ job. She’s also fallen in love for the very first time. But she’s slowly realizing that love isn’t as wonderful as people make it out to be, especially when the person you’re in love with is in love with someone else. Or so she thinks. The more Bailey tries to avoid Max the more fate seems to throw them together causing Bailey to fall deeper in love with her next door neighbor. What she doesn’t realize is that he’s fallen just as hard for her. It takes them a while to finally figure things out but when they do sparks fly and Bailey finds herself experiencing a few more firsts, thanks to Max Davis aka Mr. Handy Man.
Christmas Confusion Blurb:
Bailey Cooper is very much attracted to her neighbor, Max Davis. Unfortunately for her, Greg – Max’s lover, is slowly becoming one of Bailey’s best friends. Bailey’s emotions are torn; she adores Greg’s friendship while at the same time she craves Max’s touch. What is a girl to do when she ‘thinks’ the man she’s in love with is in love with someone else?
Max Davis and his baby brother Greg Davis are co-owners of the apartment building they live in. Max has fallen for his tenant, Bailey, but she avoids and ignores all of his advances. Soon he becomes suspicious of the friendship blooming between Greg and Bailey. He believes Bailey has a crush on his brother but Max wants Bailey all to himself.
Will a holiday weekend full of chaos and confusion finally get Bailey and Max on the right track? Or will a few innocent caresses lead to more Christmas Confusion?
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Meet the characters of Christmas Confusion.
Bailey – My name is Bailey Cooper and I’ve just moved into my first apartment. Living on my own is kind of scary. But not as bad as I thought it would be thanks to the big hunk of a man living next door to. His name is Max and he’s extra yummy. He’s also extra gay and his boyfriend, Greg, looks better in skinny jeans than I do. How unfair! Anyway, one interesting fact about me is, I play in stool, urine, blood and any other fluid the body can excrete, on a daily basis. I’m a Medical Technologist, so I get paid to be gross. Oh, one more fact: I’m in love with my neighbor, yeah, the gay one. Have I mentioned how unfair life is?
Krista – Hi, my name is Krista. I’m Bailey’s best friend and play cousin. There are a ton of interesting facts about me, but if I have to pick one to share I will share this one, I have always been and will always be a daddy’s girl. I love my dad with all my heart and I think there is nothing more special than the bond between a father and his daughter. Can I give one more? I’ll be quick. Another fun fact about me is that I when I’m tipsy I like to dance, but who doesn’t?
Max – I’m Max Davis. My two brothers and I own and are currently renovating, Lake Teresa apartment complex. It needs a lot of work but we are managing to get it done in a timely manner. I have a new tenant, Bailey Cooper. She’s the most frustratingly sexy woman I’ve ever met in my life. And she keeps ignoring my advances. My brother, Greg, is driving me crazy with his attempts to get Bailey and I together. Maybe we just aren’t meant to be. Damn shame though, because I know I could make her happy if she would give me a chance.
Greg – Hey, Y’all. I’m Greg. The youngest and most fabulous of the Davis brothers. One interesting fact about me; hmm let me think. I’m a great listener…. I bet you thought I was going to say something else. Okay, I’ll say it. I am homosexual and I’m proud of it. Oh and I’m also a part-time deejay. Just ask my new tenant and bestie, Bailey. My goal this Christmas is to get her and my brother together. I swear straight people can be so obtuse sometimes. Just call me the Christmas Cupid.
Christmas Confusion Excerpt:
Max scooted back on the couch, he reached toward Bailey, eyes straying to her legs. Even though she wore jeans, he still pictured her legs bare, like they were when she jumped on his counter.
Her eyes widened as his hand came closer and closer. Max leaned forward, stretching his arm even closer to her body, he ached to touch her. His fingertips itched for a chance to slide down her body. As he moved closer, he heard her inhale deeply and he couldn’t escape the erotic images that flowed through his mind. Oh, the sounds I could cause her to make, if she would give me the chance.
Max continued edging forward, until his fingers wrapped around what he was reaching for. He picked the remote control up and moved back to his side of the couch. His hand shook slightly. Bailey exhaled. The sound sent chills over his body. Max pointed the remote at the television and pressed play.
He cleared his throat. “Do you want to start from the beginning or do you want me to find the last scene you watched?”
Max waited on her to answer but all he heard was the sound of her breathing. He kept his eyes straight forward, fearing the sight of her chest rising and falling would be his downfall. She took so long to answer that he forgot what his question was.
“Whatever you want,” she whispered, and his gut clenched. Max pressed pause.
What was his question? For the life of him, he couldn’t remember what he’d asked her. But her answer ‘whatever you want’ was the answer he craved. A thousand questions raced through his head, ‘Bailey, what do you want me to do to you with my tongue?’ Her answer of ‘whatever you want’ would be perfect for that question. ‘Bailey, what do you want me to do to you with my hands?’ Whatever you want would be the perfect answer to that question. But none of those were the question she was answering. What had he asked her?
“Or we could just watch television,” she said. “We don’t have to watch the movie, I know it’s a chick flick and you may not like it.”
Oh yeah, the movie. “No, no, we can watch the movie.” Get it together, Max.
“Okay,” Bailey smiled and snuggled further into the comforter. His comforter, the one he would sleep under later on tonight. The comforter that would have her sweet scent on it until he decided to wash it, if he decided to wash it. Get it together, now, Max.
Max cleared his throat again. He felt like his t-shirt was getting tighter, choking him. Max found it hard to swallow. “We can just watch it from the beginning. How long is this movie anyway?” he asked her.
“It’s a short movie, about an hour long.”
He would have an hour in her company, an hour with her sitting within arms-reach of him, an hour of sweet torture and he would enjoy every minute of it.
“Can I have a little cover?” he asked her.
“Sure, here.” Bailey leaned forward pushing some of the comforter his way.
“Thanks,” Max told her, before draping the cover over his legs and pressing play. The first scene of the movie came on. Bailey’s eyes were glued to the television screen. Making good use of his peripheral vision, Max watched her from the corner of his eyes.
He loved watching her smile at the funny scenes and tear up at the sadder ones. Emotion after emotion flitted across her face as she watched the movie. He wondered what kind of emotions he would draw from her if she was underneath him. Would she be as passionate in the bedroom as she was outside of it? Max had a feeling she would be.
‘Whatever you want,’ she’d whispered; Max groaned again.
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