by Megan Slayer
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-720-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Gay and Lesbian
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 25
Blurb:
Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of
the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a
Christmas alone.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming -- except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget -- complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Taygan's free spirit resists taming -- except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget -- complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Megan Slayer
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Megan Slayer
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.
Finally. Taygan gripped the back of Santa's oversized chair. Trust Luc to take his sweet time getting to the party. He'd probably spent the extra time basking in the cheers from the crowd. The man was a ham when he wanted to be -- loving the spotlight and the praise. For a moment Taygan could've sworn Luc saw him. Just as fast, he noticed Luc's frown. He wasn't seeing much of anything and probably didn't want to be there. Fine. Tay would give him a reason to stick around.
"See him?" Taygan whispered from his position behind the chair. "The one with the dark hair and grimace?"
Santa nodded. "I see him. I'm on borrowed time, here, so let's keep this moving. What are you and Atria planning?"
"That's who I want for Christmas. Him, true love, and my heart back. It's all one gigantic, candy-cane-colored present." Taygan brushed his hand over his mouth. He could still feel the tingle from Luc's kiss on his lips... a kiss from six months prior. He missed his lover. Missed Luc.
Taygan crouched behind the chair and watched Luc. The man moved with grace and certainty as he crossed the room. The leather pants encasing his tapered legs left nothing to the imagination. The shirt, a nice, tight T-shirt with Cheer emblazoned on the front, curved around the chiseled planes of his chest. Tay's cock twitched. He moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
Just another chance, that's what he needed. A chance to show Luc he cared.
"Just so you know, I am not sitting on your lap." Luc cocked his hip and folded his arms. "Not my kind of fetish."
"Fetish? Okay... Merry Christmas, Lucian," Santa boomed from his seat. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"A good night's sleep." Luc dropped his arms and tilted his head. "That's what I want."
"Why?" Taygan asked from his position. Shit. Shouldn't have said anything. He gritted his teeth and prayed Santa would catch the goof-up and save him.
"You can help yourself to a good night's sleep," Santa replied. "Medicines, warm milk, exercise... I'm sure they'd get you what you want more than I can."
"Are you the real Santa?" Luc challenged.
"I am."
"Then I want a good night's rest. Not another night where I'm tossing and turning begging for sleep. You see, it's rather cyclical."
"Cyclical?" Santa asked and leaned back in his seat.
Taygan suppressed a snicker. He loved it when Luc used fifty-cent words and got scholarly.
Luc sighed. "I used to sleep like a baby. I had the love of my life in my arms. He got me, and I loved him. Things were... the best. And then the shit hit the fan. His element couldn't be contained. I knew, but fuck. Love meant I should've let him go, right? I did. And now my boring old human ass can't sleep. I worry about him. He doesn't love me, and I accept it, but can I at least know he's happy and safe? You do that, tell me that, and I'll get that night of sleep I want."
"Tall order, what you want." Santa kicked the base of the chair. "Go to suite 511. Your present awaits."
"You've lost your mind." Luc turned away, shaking his head. "Just leave me alone."
"You're very angry for a man who makes millions of people happy."
"You would be, too, if the love of your life said he needed space and fucking vanished." Luc's shoulders slumped but he didn't turn around. The truth in Luc's words squeezed tight around Taygan's heart. He'd gone about what he saw as a temporary split totally wrong and he knew it.
Santa stood and put his hand on Luc's shoulder. "Luc?"
"What?" Luc turned slowly. "What did you say?"
"Trust me. Give into the spirit of the holiday and have some faith." Santa nodded. "Go to the room. I've got things to do that have nothing to do with you and a lot to do with rewarding those who've been good all year."
Megan Slayer
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2011 Megan Slayer
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.
Finally. Taygan gripped the back of Santa's oversized chair. Trust Luc to take his sweet time getting to the party. He'd probably spent the extra time basking in the cheers from the crowd. The man was a ham when he wanted to be -- loving the spotlight and the praise. For a moment Taygan could've sworn Luc saw him. Just as fast, he noticed Luc's frown. He wasn't seeing much of anything and probably didn't want to be there. Fine. Tay would give him a reason to stick around.
"See him?" Taygan whispered from his position behind the chair. "The one with the dark hair and grimace?"
Santa nodded. "I see him. I'm on borrowed time, here, so let's keep this moving. What are you and Atria planning?"
"That's who I want for Christmas. Him, true love, and my heart back. It's all one gigantic, candy-cane-colored present." Taygan brushed his hand over his mouth. He could still feel the tingle from Luc's kiss on his lips... a kiss from six months prior. He missed his lover. Missed Luc.
Taygan crouched behind the chair and watched Luc. The man moved with grace and certainty as he crossed the room. The leather pants encasing his tapered legs left nothing to the imagination. The shirt, a nice, tight T-shirt with Cheer emblazoned on the front, curved around the chiseled planes of his chest. Tay's cock twitched. He moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
Just another chance, that's what he needed. A chance to show Luc he cared.
"Just so you know, I am not sitting on your lap." Luc cocked his hip and folded his arms. "Not my kind of fetish."
"Fetish? Okay... Merry Christmas, Lucian," Santa boomed from his seat. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"A good night's sleep." Luc dropped his arms and tilted his head. "That's what I want."
"Why?" Taygan asked from his position. Shit. Shouldn't have said anything. He gritted his teeth and prayed Santa would catch the goof-up and save him.
"You can help yourself to a good night's sleep," Santa replied. "Medicines, warm milk, exercise... I'm sure they'd get you what you want more than I can."
"Are you the real Santa?" Luc challenged.
"I am."
"Then I want a good night's rest. Not another night where I'm tossing and turning begging for sleep. You see, it's rather cyclical."
"Cyclical?" Santa asked and leaned back in his seat.
Taygan suppressed a snicker. He loved it when Luc used fifty-cent words and got scholarly.
Luc sighed. "I used to sleep like a baby. I had the love of my life in my arms. He got me, and I loved him. Things were... the best. And then the shit hit the fan. His element couldn't be contained. I knew, but fuck. Love meant I should've let him go, right? I did. And now my boring old human ass can't sleep. I worry about him. He doesn't love me, and I accept it, but can I at least know he's happy and safe? You do that, tell me that, and I'll get that night of sleep I want."
"Tall order, what you want." Santa kicked the base of the chair. "Go to suite 511. Your present awaits."
"You've lost your mind." Luc turned away, shaking his head. "Just leave me alone."
"You're very angry for a man who makes millions of people happy."
"You would be, too, if the love of your life said he needed space and fucking vanished." Luc's shoulders slumped but he didn't turn around. The truth in Luc's words squeezed tight around Taygan's heart. He'd gone about what he saw as a temporary split totally wrong and he knew it.
Santa stood and put his hand on Luc's shoulder. "Luc?"
"What?" Luc turned slowly. "What did you say?"
"Trust me. Give into the spirit of the holiday and have some faith." Santa nodded. "Go to the room. I've got things to do that have nothing to do with you and a lot to do with rewarding those who've been good all year."
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