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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Shoshanna Evers

Shoshanna said:

When I’m not writing, I’m an RN, and nursing is a round-the-clock type gig. It’s not like they can just close the hospital on Christmas – someone needs to take care of the patients, right? Since I’m Jewish, I always volunteer to work Christmas, even if it’s “my turn” to have it off. What am I going to do with the holiday off? Nothing nearly as fun as someone who actually celebrates Christmas, that’s for sure. And the look of surprise I get every year when I remind the scheduler that whoever’s scheduled to work Christmas day can switch with me is so worth it. And then I do end up celebrating Christmas, in a way, with the patients who are stuck in the hospital –and it makes me feel the Christmas spirit after all.

Ginger Snap, a Christmas Quickie


When Holly sits on Tom’s lap to tell him what she wants for Christmas she knows she’s naughty enough to get a lump of coal—but she never expected to get a hand of ginger root. Peeled ginger up her bottom burns like crazy without causing any actual harm—so the punishment can go on as long as naughty Holly deserves.
Ginger-figging has been used since Victorian times to keep girls from clenching against a proper caning because—as Holly finds out, clenching with ginger up her ass has her begging for mercy—and more turned-on than she’s ever been. From now on Holly has to be on her best behavior—because she knows if she’s bad, she’ll be ginger-figged!

An Excerpt From: GINGER SNAP

“Did you know that it used to be called feaguing?” Tom asked. “People would take a half-dead horse they wanted to sell, stick some freshly peeled ginger up its bottom, and the horse would prance around and hold its tail up like a much younger horse.”
“That’s terrible! Poor horsey. But why ginger?”
Tom smiled as he carefully continued to peel the outer layer off the ginger root. “Because it burns.”
Oh. Hell.
“Anyway,” Tom continued, “you know how I love old Victorian caning stories.”
Did she ever. It was one of things that attracted her to Tom, actually. The thought of being caned turned her on to no end. Actually being caned, on the other hand, was a thrill that she could only truly appreciate after the fact, when she was reliving the experience with one hand buried in her pussy.
“They used to ginger-fig the naughty ladies who needed to be caned so that they wouldn’t be able to clench their ass cheeks when the cane struck.”
“Why couldn’t they clench their ass cheeks?” Holly asked. It was like looking at a car wreck. As much as she didn’t want to know—and as much as she didn’t want to find out personally—she had to learn all about it.
“When they clenched their butt muscles the ginger in their asshole would burn terribly. So with each stroke of the cane, the young ladies had to make a choice. Clench, and the sting of the cane would be somewhat mollified. But their insides…their insides hurt a hundred times worse. Or they could try to not clench, force themselves to relax into the pain and just take the caning, and while the caning would be exquisitely stingy, their rectum wouldn’t burn quite so badly.”
“That’s quite the conundrum,” Holly said, even as she wondered what choice she would make. She’d always clenched her ass cheeks whenever Tom caned her—how could she not? That thing hurt like a bitch! But it amazed her to discover just how wet her pussy would get, even when he really laid into her.
She looked at the ginger in Tom’s hand. He was cutting an indentation at the base of the finger of ginger.
“It’s a retention notch, like on a butt plug,” he explained. “This will keep the ginger from being expelled before I want it to be.”
“How did you learn all this stuff?” Holly demanded. “I’ve never even heard of people using ginger up their ass before!”
“It’s a huge fetish,” he said, running the freshly prepared ginger under cold water and rinsing away all the little extra pieces that had stuck onto the smooth, pale yellow surface. “Once I heard about it, all I had to do was Google it and I found dozens of websites devoted solely to the art of figging.”
“Well, I appreciate the thought,” she said, “but I’m not sure how you think ginger-figging me is going to make me any less naughty.”
“Think of it as an experiment. We’re going to find out if this works.”
“When?” she asked.

Buy Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-8862-ginger-snap.aspx
Book trailer for Ginger Snap: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4qSQofsMot8


  1. This book is full of hotness.
    What a great gift you give to the people who celebrate Christmas.

  2. Hi Anny, Hi Amber,
    Thank you for dropping by.
    And yummy excerpt Shoshanna

  3. Thanks Amber and Anny! And thanks Berengaria for having me on your blog :) Happy holidays!