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Let It Snow - Nikola Christain
Jovie has always
avoided the Christmas season. But when she has to spend the holidays in a ski
lodge, she meets someone who may inspire her to embrace the season. Or at least
the part about meeting under the mistletoe.
Eight Secret Nights - Shoshana David
Someone’s been
leaving Hanukkah presents on Mara’s doorstep.
Sweet presents. Thoughtful
presents. She wonders who her secret
admirer is. Hopefully it’s the cute guy
who moved in next door and not the creep from 7A.
A Tradition Worth Continuing - Tricia Ramey
It’s Christmas Eve, and Beth Murphy is
finally able to relax. Now’s the time to
enjoy a little downtime with her husband James before the chaos of their
descending families the next day. But it’s the gift she has for her husband
that will make this Christmas the most memorable one yet.
Kittens For Christmas - Caitlyn Lynch
Regina Brooks
thinks finding a box of abandoned kittens on Christmas Eve is a disaster in the
making. Fortunately, her hunky neighbor Ric is eager to help her out — in any
way he can!
Missing You For Christmas - Moxie Rivers
When Allison’s
husband, Jake, can’t get leave, it’ll be her first Christmas without him since
they were married. But Allison isn’t the type of person to let that stop her,
but with the help of her coworkers, and just maybe a little Christmas magic, it
will still be a Merry Christmas.
A Grease
Monkey Christmas - Cailin Briste
Fate arranges the
chance meeting of two strangers in need of a little kindness on Christmas Eve.
Celebrity Davon Weider, with his navy-blue eyes and muscular physique, can fill
the starring role in any woman’s fantasy. But Jasline, a spaceport mech, is more
impressed by his five jump speed records.
Santa Claus is Coming - Jennie Kew
I don't dress up
as Santa for just anyone, you know? Holly Granville isn't just anyone. When a
massive storm hits our Christmas photo shoot and we're trapped inside a tiny
hut — cold, wet, angry, and naked — our friendship irrevocably changes. But
will it be for better, or worse?
The Promise Of Love - Maya Bailey
The year is 1819.
He sees a man across a room and it is like seeing himself dressed in a British
soldier’s uniform. How could it be that another man bears his face? He had
loved her once; she had betrayed that love. Now he must find answers. If only
he could do that without laying eyes on her again.
Underneath The Mistletoe - Ava Bari
Police officer
Nic Zanetti just wanted to spent a quiet holiday alone with his TV. Then he’s
called to find a runaway little girl. When he meets her widowed mother, this
Christmas will be one they never forget.
Blizzard - Suzi Frewin
Simon and Fallon
find themselves marooned together, fearing for their lives against the Zengwee,
an alien species which has dominated Earth for its resources. Neither want the
complication of falling in love, but fate and Christmas have other plans.
All I Want for Christmas … is You - Annika Steele
On Christmas Eve,
Dr. Victoria Long is determined to take her relationship with Detective Devon
King to the next level, maybe even the forever kind. But will their
relationship survive when Devon discovers she’s a suspect in a series of
thefts?
Christmas
is Coming - Liv Honeywell
It’s almost Christmas, and Abby decides to
decorate the tree, despite Will, her Dom, telling her to wait. But when she drops
his toolbox and all the parts scatter like confetti, she’s left wondering if
she’ll be able to sit down by *next* Christmas. What will happen when Will gets
home?
New Beginnings - Dana Kenzi
When Erika’s
Winter Solstice ritual doesn’t go as planned, it joins her list of worries,
right next to her struggles to run her newly acquired business. Then her
handsome neighbor, David, drops by to offer her some company. What starts off
as a venting session between two frustrated adults leads to a cathartic and
pleasurable encounter.
I Fell Through Starlight For You - Keira Fox
It’s the earliest hours of Christmas and Lucille
is thinking of closing up her bistro when an enchanting figure comes through
her door seeking aid for his injuries.
From Kittens For Christmas by Caitlyn Lynch
Ric
looked at Reggie sitting there on the floor next to him, a pair of fools caring
for some orphaned kittens early in the morning on Christmas Day, and he
wondered if she’d slap his face if he kissed her. She’d fallen asleep on his
shoulder mid-sentence earlier, and snuggled up to him with the cutest little
sound of protest when he tried to carefully shift her off. In the end he’d just
leaned his head back on the couch and dropped off to sleep himself.
Reggie’s
brown eyes sparkled as she laughed, and impulsively Ric reached out a hand and
touched one of hers, resting lax on her knee.
“Hey. I’m
glad I met you coming in tonight. Last night, I mean, it’s morning now...”
Ugh, that was so not smooth. Why does my brain
always fail me when I’m talking to an attractive woman?
Reggie
was smiling at him, though. “I’m glad, too,” she said softly, and her slight,
fine-boned hand turned under his so their fingers interlaced.
Ric’s
brain stalled out and failed him completely. He just stared at her hand under
his, at least until Reggie let out a soft, husky little laugh. His eyes snapped
up to her face - which was suddenly a lot closer.
This is actually happening. He was suddenly
as nervous as a teenage boy with his first crush, palms sweating, hands
shaking.
Reggie’s
lips were soft against his, a light, tentative touch before she pulled back,
looking at him with wide eyes.
She can’t be nervous. She’s gorgeous, she could
have any guy she wanted. That look of nervous worry, of concern that he
might not be into her, absolutely killed him. No way could he let her have that
impression, even for one second. So he leaned closer and brought up his free
hand to cup her cheek, fingers sliding into her thick ringlets, feeling their
springy texture.
“God
damn, but you’re beautiful,” he murmured before bringing their mouths back
together. He felt her lips curve up in a pleased smile, right before they
parted, welcoming in his tongue as he probed lightly.
Ric felt
Reggie’s soft sigh all through his body; the little moan she let out as he
explored her mouth had his cock hardening in his pants. Her fingers tightened
around his before she moved, going to her knees beside him and putting her free
arm around him, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
It was
Ric’s turn to make a noise, a low hungry groan in his throat as Reggie’s
breasts pressed against his chest. Leaning back against the couch, he pulled
her with him and she straddled his thighs, settling her groin against his.
“Reggie,”
his voice came out a husky rasp as she pulled away from the kiss and ducked
down to nip and lick at his neck, finding that sensitive spot in the hollow of
his collarbone which made him shudder, hips jerking up involuntarily. “What are
we doing?”
“Well,”
she paused to swirl her tongue in the hollow of his throat, “right now we’re
making out, and since our charges are full of milk and sound asleep, I think we
should take advantage of the temporary quiet to go ahead and fuck.”
His eyes,
half-lidded with pleasure, flew wide open. “Well,” he said after recovering his
composure, “that’s direct.”
Reggie
chuckled and leaned back to look him in the eye. “I’m not one to talk around a
situation. You’re hot, I’m horny, it’s Christmas, let’s have fun.”
“I think
you’ve got it the wrong way round.”
Her brows
furrowed adorably, a small line appearing between them.
“You’re
hot and I’m horny. But the floor’s
too hard and the couch is too small, so how about we take this to the bedroom?”
From Santa Claus Is Coming by Jennie Kew:
“Please
tell me that was the last one.”
Holly
grins. “That was the last one.”
“Oh,
thank God.” I push myself up and out of the driftwood throne I've occupied for
the better part of the day and stretch the kinks out of my back and shoulders.
Everything
hurts.
My back
is stiff from sitting for too long, and my thighs hurt from having an endless
line-up of kids — and the occasional adult — sit on them all day. My cheeks
ache from smiling waaay too much, my
ass is so numb I'm not entirely sure it's still attached to my body, and don't
even get me started on my balls….
Fuck me.
What a day.
When my
best friend's sister invited me to spend the day with her at Melbourne’s iconic
Brighton Beach — you know the one, with the long line of brightly painted
bathing huts that wedding photographers clamour over — I jumped at the
opportunity. Spend the day with the woman I've lusted after for years while she
parades around in one of those skimpy bikinis she's so fond of?
Fuck yeah!
And sure,
maybe I could catch a few waves while we're there, show off my very grown-up,
non-brotherly physique to the woman who once told me a. she'd never date one of her brother's mates, and b. she'd never, ever be interested in
someone so much younger than her.
Like a
ten year age difference made her old or something.
Women!
Anyway, I
rock up, surfboard in hand, and what does she do? Hands me a beach bum Santa
costume consisting of little more than a pair of boardshorts and a Santa hat,
shoves me in front of a camera and starts charging people money to let their
precious little darlings crawl all over me and tell me their Christmas wishes.
Which, okay — crushed ball-sack aside — was actually pretty cool, especially
the kid who wanted total world domination so he could end bullying everywhere.
I didn't have the heart to point out the flaw in his plan, and judging by the
look on his dad's face, neither did he.
“You did
a good job today, Chris,” Holly says as she packs away her camera equipment,
then laughs. “I can't wait to show Mikey that shot of the granny in your lap.”
I slip my
Santa hat off my head and shove it in my pocket. “I'll have you know her name
was Phillipa, she's only seventy-five years old, and she said I reminded her of
her late husband.”
“She
licked your face.”
“She
wanted to know if I tasted like him, too,” I say with a grin. “I'd reckon the
saucy old dame did it to win a bet, actually. I saw her and her friend exchange
a tenner after she collected her photo. And you know Mike hates it when you
call him Mikey, right?”
“Of
course. Why do you think I do it?” she says with a wink that makes my breath
stall in my chest and my legs go weak at the knees. “Seriously, though. Thanks
for today. I know I blindsided you with it.”
“You
know, you could have just told me what you wanted me for,” I say as I step down
from the dais and discreetly adjust my aching package. “It is for charity. And you know us firemen. We love any excuse to take
our shirts off.”
She looks
up at me from under long, blonde lashes. “After the calendar shoot fiasco I
wasn't sure how willing you'd be to help me.”
Ah, yes.
The calendar fiasco. I snort a laugh and shake my head. “I run into burning
buildings for a living, Hols. On purpose. Did you really think a little dog
shit would keep me away?”
Holly
laughs, the full-bodied sound bursting from within her and shaking her
deliciously plump figure with the force of it.
Good God, I want to eat her all up.
Starting right between her—
“It was
more than a little dog shit. That
poor pup had the worst diarrhoea I've ever seen. You were covered in it. I have
photos. I was thinking of blowing one up and giving it to your mum for
Christmas.”
Cocking
an eyebrow at her obvious glee, I fold my arms over my chest and grin. “You
just love humiliating me, don't you?”
“Call it
a hobby,” she says with a shrug, her pretty mouth curved in a smile of honest
good humour. A smile that has my cock twitching with interest as I imagine how
those sweet lips would feel wrapped around its rock hard length.
Fuck.
The last
thing I need right now is a hard-on. I'm almost thankful for the sudden wind
that whips past us, stinging my legs with flying sand.
From Underneath The Mistletoe by Ava Bari
The officer who’d found her daughter was
still there, and Amelia had yet to even acknowledge him. She rubbed her eyes
and kept Grace at her hip as she looked up at the taller man… and instantly
regretted choosing her most unflattering nightgown to wear to bed.
“Mrs. Eliot, I’m Officer Zanetti,” he
said, offering a hand. She tried to ignore how strong his grip was. His hand
was huge and completely engulfed hers.
“Thank you so much for finding my
daughter, Officer,” Amelia said. “I really can’t thank you enough.”
“It’s all in a day’s work, Ma’am,” he
said, his smile bringing her back to her teenage years when she’d fawned over
boy band members and actors.
She thanked him several more times as the
other cops left and Grace began to yawn and lean heavily on her mother.
Deciding to save all punishments until tomorrow, Amelia hoisted Grace into her
arms. “I think I’d better get her to bed now.”
Officer Zanetti nodded. “Yeah you
should.” He leaned over, catching Grace’s attention. She was half-asleep but
awake enough to listen when he spoke. “Stay in bed this time, okay? Remember
what we said.”
“Uh huh.” She took the letter out of her
pocket and then, for whatever reason, handed it to the officer. “You promise
Santa will read it?”
“If he doesn’t, I will read it to him
myself,” he swore, as serious as if he had his hand on the Bible.
“Okay, but don’t open it until you see
him,” Grace said. She nestled into the thick cottony fabric of Amelia’s
nightgown and was asleep in seconds. Amelia gave Officer Zanetti a questioning
look.
“Ah yeah…” He rubbed his neck. “I might
have told her I work for Santa Claus to get her to come with me.”
Amelia chuckled. Her heart had yet to
slow down all the way, but there was something hilarious about this tough guy
cop getting embarrassed. “You’re a Christmas elf?”
“A bodyguard, thank you,” he said,
affronted.
“That would’ve been my next guess.” He
certainly looked the part, as the unhelpful part of Amelia’s brain was quick to
point out.
They stood in awkward silence for a time
until Grace shifted in Amelia’s arms, reminding her they probably shouldn’t
stand outside in freezing cold weather. Officer Zanetti seemed to realize this
at the same time. He coughed and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
“Okay, looks like everything is good
here. I’ll let you two get some sleep.”
“Would you like some coffee before you
go?” Amelia asked. “I feel like I owe you for finding my daughter.”
“Just keep her safe in bed tonight,
Ma’am,” he said, walking back to his car. “Have a Merry Christmas.”
“You too,” Amelia called out, but he’d
already started his engine, and she had no idea if he heard her.
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