Thursday, December 16, 2010

Sugarplums: Mistletoe by Amber Kallyn

Sugarplum: Mistletoe

by Amber Kallyn

Cover art: ReneƩ George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-521-1

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures

Series: Sugarplums

Length: Hot Flash

Something's not right. Dragon shifter Calla O'Neil can't stop the emotional rollercoaster taking over her actions. When she finally finds out why, she's going to celebrate by making her husband, Scott, her very own personal body buffet.

Sugarplum: Mistletoe

Amber Kallyn

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Copyright ©2010 Amber Kallyn

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Above him, their bedroom door slammed. Thumps headed downstairs. Calla stopped in the arched doorway of the living room, shooting him a glare that might just wither the half-decorated Christmas tree behind him.

Damn. Still pissed.

Calla clasped her hands behind her back. Her large, lovely breasts jutted forward, straining against the thin T-shirt. Hell. That was another thing lately. He took in the jeans emphasizing her curvy body, trying to tone down his rampaging lust. They used to have sex multiple times a day, but it had been almost a week since she let him touch her.

Silent, Calla stomped to the Christmas tree and pulled an ornament from the box. She turned to face him, a glassy blue ball dangling from her finger, hints of red sparks shooting his way.

Grinning, Scott teased the air around her. His vision changed, the air becoming strands of colors, stirring and swirling from her movements. He blew her a kiss, pushing it along an orangish-colored line of air. It caressed her cheek, her lips, brushing some crimson strands of hair from her face.

She snorted, her eyes darkening with a ring of red as her dragon showed it was still close to the surface. "Let's get this done," she stated matter-of-factly.

Scott blinked at her bland tone. "Of course, darling."

"Hmph." She turned to the tree and hooked the small glass ball on the tip of a branch, then bent over, rummaging in the box, treating him to a delicious view of her heart-shaped ass.

His cock sprang to life, pulsing in hot agony.

Grabbing the mistletoe, Scott took a step toward his wife. When she didn't blast him with fire, he edged closer. Her ass beckoned, but he resisted pulling her against his aching groin. Instead, he trailed his hand up her spine.

Calla jerked, spinning to face him, her mouth thin, face white.

Scott grinned, and held out the berried greenery. "Merry Christmas."

Her eyes softened. "Mistletoe. You found some."

Holding it above their heads, he wiggled his eyebrows. Calla laughed, the anger fading from her eyes, replaced by the flush of desire.

Pulling her close, he gently touched his lips to hers.

Calla grabbed his hips and pressed against him, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

The mistletoe -- had to be magic -- dropped to the floor. He ran his hands down her arms. She grabbed his erection through his jeans and he drew back. "Are you sure?"

Her voice came thick and husky. "Here. Now."

A roller coaster. But this was one mood shift he would enjoy.

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