Mistletoe High
by Alexis Fleming
cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-987-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Length: Collection
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Blurb:
Three Christmas Novellas wrapped up with a shiny bow!
Santa’s Feast
The last person Gaylon D’Loe expects to find on his mission to Earth is a woman who can match him orgasm for orgasm. She turns him on more than anyone else he’s ever met. But will she forgive him when she discovers there’s one little fact he forgot to share with her? He feeds on lust... and she’s his Christmas feast!
Santa’s Bag
Jake Marlborough doesn’t believe in the spirit of Christmas, but that doesn’t stop him helping a friend out by playing Santa at the local mall. When he finds himself locked in overnight with Santa’s elf, Belle, as far as Jake’s concerned, there’s only one way to pass the time. But Belle is real, and she’s been sent to teach him all about the spirit of Christmas. Even if she does have to use sex to do so…
Mistletoe High
When Christmas is declared illegal, Misty Toll finds herself dealing mistletoe to fund Santa’s revolution to bring back Christmas. Except Santa’s taking too much of his own product, Rudy’s red nose turns out to be an excess of vodka, and there’s a bunch of rabid revolutionary elves on the run. Now she has the added problem of Zane Mason, the new man hired to work on the deer farm where she’s hiding Santa’s reindeer and where her secret stash of mistletoe grows.
What’s a girl to do but go with the holiday cheer…
Excerpt from Santa's Feast
Alexis Fleming
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2008 Alexis Fleming
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
"This is one hell of a daydream," she moaned. "Kiki, you are finally sliding over the edge into madness."
Too bad. This was one daydream she was going to enjoy. She gave herself up to the pleasure flooding her system. The imaginary lover slid lower, fingers ruffling the bottom of her skirt before insinuating themselves under the material. The cotton fabric bunched up around her waist as he clamped his hands about her hips.
Kiki groaned in ecstasy as his tongue ran down over the curve of her ass, creating friction on the satin fabric of her underwear. Her panties suddenly slithered down her thighs and the hot brand of his mouth moved on, licking, nipping at the cheeks and then spreading them to trace down the flesh until he reached her pussy.
She opened her legs a bit more and pushed her bottom backward. The invisible hands trailed down her legs and back up the inside of her thighs. Thumbs gently caressed her swollen flesh until she moaned in frustration. It was too much... and not enough. She writhed against the hot boulder. Nails clawed at the granite surface. The blood rushed through her veins and the breath caught in her throat.
His tongue lapped at her nether lips and she screamed, the sound bouncing off the outcrop of rocks. A parrot in an overhead branch squawked at the intrusion. Kiki ignored the bird and concentrated on the sensations ripping all control from her.
She rocked her hips back and forth as he parted her and lapped at her clit. A pulsing began deep inside. Tension coiled low in her belly. Her legs trembled, and for a moment, she thought she'd collapse into a melted heap on the dusty red soil.
"Oh, God, don't tease!" she gasped. How foolish. It was all in her head. She needed to find her own release. Live out her daydream to the end.
Then she heard something, or thought she did.
Something impossible.
Something totally alien.
As you wish, Dearling.
A voice.
Inside her head.
No, it had to be her imagination.
Before she could lever herself away from the rock, she felt it again. A tongue, rasping against her sensitized clit. Licking at her opening, plunging deep inside her pussy. Thrusting and withdrawing, establishing a rhythm designed to drive her crazy.
Fingers replaced the mobile tongue, filling her, stretching her. Ramming into her with enough force to drive the sexual tension to the next level.
Kiki whimpered. The breath strangled in her throat. Spasms started small, radiating out until her whole pussy throbbed in time with the thrust of his fingers. When he placed his mouth over her clit and suckled hard, she came apart, the orgasm harder, longer, than any she'd ever experienced. Sensation rocked her, driving through her body. She couldn't think, could only react, pushing her ass toward him.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she groaned. God, she could never get enough of this. It was mind-blowing. Out of this world.
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1059
by Alexis Fleming
cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-987-3
Genre(s): Paranormal, Collections
Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Length: Collection
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1059
Blurb:
Three Christmas Novellas wrapped up with a shiny bow!
Santa’s Feast
The last person Gaylon D’Loe expects to find on his mission to Earth is a woman who can match him orgasm for orgasm. She turns him on more than anyone else he’s ever met. But will she forgive him when she discovers there’s one little fact he forgot to share with her? He feeds on lust... and she’s his Christmas feast!
Santa’s Bag
Jake Marlborough doesn’t believe in the spirit of Christmas, but that doesn’t stop him helping a friend out by playing Santa at the local mall. When he finds himself locked in overnight with Santa’s elf, Belle, as far as Jake’s concerned, there’s only one way to pass the time. But Belle is real, and she’s been sent to teach him all about the spirit of Christmas. Even if she does have to use sex to do so…
Mistletoe High
When Christmas is declared illegal, Misty Toll finds herself dealing mistletoe to fund Santa’s revolution to bring back Christmas. Except Santa’s taking too much of his own product, Rudy’s red nose turns out to be an excess of vodka, and there’s a bunch of rabid revolutionary elves on the run. Now she has the added problem of Zane Mason, the new man hired to work on the deer farm where she’s hiding Santa’s reindeer and where her secret stash of mistletoe grows.
What’s a girl to do but go with the holiday cheer…
Excerpt from Santa's Feast
Alexis Fleming
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2008 Alexis Fleming
This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
"This is one hell of a daydream," she moaned. "Kiki, you are finally sliding over the edge into madness."
Too bad. This was one daydream she was going to enjoy. She gave herself up to the pleasure flooding her system. The imaginary lover slid lower, fingers ruffling the bottom of her skirt before insinuating themselves under the material. The cotton fabric bunched up around her waist as he clamped his hands about her hips.
Kiki groaned in ecstasy as his tongue ran down over the curve of her ass, creating friction on the satin fabric of her underwear. Her panties suddenly slithered down her thighs and the hot brand of his mouth moved on, licking, nipping at the cheeks and then spreading them to trace down the flesh until he reached her pussy.
She opened her legs a bit more and pushed her bottom backward. The invisible hands trailed down her legs and back up the inside of her thighs. Thumbs gently caressed her swollen flesh until she moaned in frustration. It was too much... and not enough. She writhed against the hot boulder. Nails clawed at the granite surface. The blood rushed through her veins and the breath caught in her throat.
His tongue lapped at her nether lips and she screamed, the sound bouncing off the outcrop of rocks. A parrot in an overhead branch squawked at the intrusion. Kiki ignored the bird and concentrated on the sensations ripping all control from her.
She rocked her hips back and forth as he parted her and lapped at her clit. A pulsing began deep inside. Tension coiled low in her belly. Her legs trembled, and for a moment, she thought she'd collapse into a melted heap on the dusty red soil.
"Oh, God, don't tease!" she gasped. How foolish. It was all in her head. She needed to find her own release. Live out her daydream to the end.
Then she heard something, or thought she did.
Something impossible.
Something totally alien.
As you wish, Dearling.
A voice.
Inside her head.
No, it had to be her imagination.
Before she could lever herself away from the rock, she felt it again. A tongue, rasping against her sensitized clit. Licking at her opening, plunging deep inside her pussy. Thrusting and withdrawing, establishing a rhythm designed to drive her crazy.
Fingers replaced the mobile tongue, filling her, stretching her. Ramming into her with enough force to drive the sexual tension to the next level.
Kiki whimpered. The breath strangled in her throat. Spasms started small, radiating out until her whole pussy throbbed in time with the thrust of his fingers. When he placed his mouth over her clit and suckled hard, she came apart, the orgasm harder, longer, than any she'd ever experienced. Sensation rocked her, driving through her body. She couldn't think, could only react, pushing her ass toward him.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she groaned. God, she could never get enough of this. It was mind-blowing. Out of this world.
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1059
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