White Hot Christmas: Santa's Claws by Stephanie Burke

White Hot Christmas: Santa's Claws
by Stephanie Burke

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-748-2
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash


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Blurb:
Santa's making a list, checking it twice, and keeping all the other holidays in check. But when an upstart Valentine's Day out for revenge infects one of Santa's precious Think Tank Elves with a true soul mate, the claws come out. Now he's going to see to it that his Elf and the naughty human to whom he's bound have a very Merry Khristmas... or else.
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White Hot Christmas: Santa's Claws
Stephanie Burke
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Noel looked around at the wreck of her apartment and added another tick to her mental column, Why I hate Christmas.
In addition to having family drop by, expecting her to cook all kinds of holiday treats, there was the added bonus of having them suck down all her booze in moments, making her house drier than a schoolteacher during Prohibition.
And for what? For them to tell her things would get better? That she was lucky to have her shitty job as a code monkey? That all she needed was the love of a good man, woman, pet, plant, inanimate battery operated device -- insert the one that works for you, hon -- in her life?
She slammed another empty container of potato salad -- the potato salad she'd made herself to supplement her lunch of holiday ham sandwiches -- into the trash and tried not to scream. The spiral cut ham North Pole Industries had given its employees in lieu of a Christmas bonus this year -- cheap bastards -- was gone too. Now she'd have to go shopping for sandwich fodder.
Last time she'd been forced to shop on the twenty-fourth, she'd gotten elbowed in the eye by a new wife frantic for candied yams. The final straw had been getting elbowed by a granny with a fierce walking stick over a bag of marshmallows. "I need this for hot cocoa after fireplace sex!" she'd ranted, brandishing the cane. Noel conceded on that point, but she did make off with a pizza and felt no guilt for it.
And now she was going to be forced to go back into the cold night to hunt down food. No one would be open on Christmas Day, and she had to be at work on time on the twenty-sixth or she'd risk losing her holiday pay.
"Ho-fucking-ho," she muttered, reaching for her coat. She checked her pocket for mace and her brass knuckles along with her wallet. This year, she was going in prepared.
She opened her door and flinched at the sound of annoyingly cheerful jingle bells.
"Someone needs to turn that stupid music down," she muttered, picking up her garbage bag and stepping out of her apartment. They'd been forcing her to listen to holiday cheer since before Halloween. By now she was right tired of all Christmas music, from "The Christmas Song" to "All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth."
Hell, all she wanted for Christmas was for it to go away.
She had just turned to lock her door when a blast of cold made her spin around. Noel's mouth dropped open when she got a gander at what was going on in her hallway. It was snowing.
Yes, there was a light dry snow falling, coating the carpet, killing the inside fichus, and just being so wrong that it shocked her into silence. Her keys dropped to the snowdrift building in front of her door.
It was snowing in her hallway, and that just wasn't supposed to happen.
"What the --" Her words were cut off as a gust of wind knocked her off her feet, and something hard landed on top of her.
By the time she blinked the snow out of her eyes, she was more than ready to call it a night, with or without food. But the thing on her chest shifted, and she looked up to see the most intense pair of black eyes she had ever seen.
They blinked at her, looking as confused as she felt, and she looked down to take the whole of him in.
God, he was gorgeous. His hair was a tousled mass of dark curls. His face was narrow with a strong jaw line and a stubborn chin over which sat the most enticing set of full, red lips. They made her think of oral sex and hours of kissing fun. He wore a velvet jacket that did nothing to hide his muscular body.
He rose up enough to rake the hair back from his face, exposing a set of ears that would have made most Star Trek fans green with envy. Noel felt her eyes go wide as the damn ears wiggled. And not in a mechanical, costumed way either. She knew what robotic motions looked like. These ears moved naturally. No costumer in the world could perfectly duplicate that reflex motion or the flush of red that flowed from his face to the tips of his ears.
"Hello." His voice was deep and mellow, curiously gentle and soothing to her wound-tight nerves.
"Uh, hello?" she responded in a squeak. Certain body parts grew swollen and moist.
"Yes, hello," he repeated, his voice oddly accented. "How are you?"
The word wanton rolled through her mind, but she repressed the urge to be that honest. "Fine," she replied, noting the oddity of having a conversation with a man practically sitting on your crotch, but carrying on anyway. "And yourself?"
"I am wonderful." He smiled fully, and Noel no longer felt the cold of the snow she was lying on. Lust had set up camp and wasn't going anywhere soon.
"So..." She fought back a giggle. A giggle! She hadn't giggled since mullets were cool. And mullets had never been cool in her book. But here she was, acting like a schoolgirl speaking to her crush for the first time. Never mind the fact that the man was a perfect stranger with ear disabilities, she wasn't knocking him off her lap and running for the hills. Something was not quite right.
"So..." He let the word trail off. "Ever have sex with an Elf?"

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White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings by Cassidy McKay

White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings
by Cassidy McKay

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-740-6
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:
What's a Christmas Elf to do when he wants to sex up the North Pole a bit? Make adult toys, of course!
When Henry's Elven magic goes awry, Santa's workshop will never be the same.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Christmas Stalkings
Cassidy McKay
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Henry peered out from behind a cup on Abby's bedroom dresser, one that held mismatched earrings and shiny rocks and all the girly do-dads she'd collected over the years.
A well-worn letter in a torn, hand-written envelope stuck out from underneath a gaily painted tray, shoved there as if hidden in a moment of frustration. Curious, Henry eased it out, pausing when the woman's light snore echoed from the bed. He read the short note in the light from the window.
Abby, it's over. I'll be spending Christmas with my new girlfriend.
Sorry for the short notice.
Reid.
It was dated December 24th, two years ago.
"Damn, that was harsh. Merry fucking Christmas." Henry dropped the letter and looked around, enjoying his new tiny size and comparing his working parts, in true manly fashion, to objects around him. Unfortunately, having a large penis in comparison to a push pin wasn't very good for his ego, so he jumped down and zapped himself back to his normal size.
Looking for anything to indicate there was a man in her life; he checked the bathroom and the closet. After reading the letter, he suspected there probably wasn't, but better to be sure.
A dusty box of condoms and an abandoned container of birth control pills were the only evidence of a sex life he came up with, other than a well-read magazine full of muscled men in tiny thongs that didn't even cover their asses.
Curious. Human men were clearly built different than Elves. From what he could see, those thongs wouldn't hold anything big enough to keep a gnat happy, but to each their own. She seemed to like what she saw in the magazine, so that was good enough for him.
"She's even lonelier than I am. She can definitely use some of my purple Christmas magic. Making her happy should score well for me getting back to the North Pole."
He headed for the dining nook and did a big purple whammy on the socks. Surely the magic would work right this time. After all, he wasn't including the Pulsating Purple People Pleaser, or the Anatomically Correct but Politically Incorrect Mistress Matilda statue in this woman's Christmas stockings. Those both needed more work before they were ready to try out on the public again.
This, now... this was just a little innocent magic to help a lonely girl for Christmas. His special stocking stuffers would fulfill her every desire and she'd be happy again.
With his pinkie in his ear, a grab of his ass and an awkward double twirl to the right, he vanished from sight before the pedestrian whistling for a cab outside woke her.
* * *
Abby stumbled into the kitchen for a drink without bothering to turn the lights on. The ambient glow from the streetlight was usually enough for her to find her way. Yet tonight, the glow was absent.
Maybe it's cloudy outside.
She felt her way along the wall and crossed the dining room toward the kitchen, only to run into a solid wall where there shouldn't be one. Abby stuck out her hands, and felt... skin. Warm, solid, muscled, skin, dusted with hair.
Male skin.
She screamed, prompting another warm, solid, muscled male body to slide behind her, his hand gently covering her mouth. She was bracketed by them in an almost naked Abby sandwich.
No way, Jose! I've seen this kind of movie too many times. I'm not gonna end up on the wrong side of a slasher film with screeching music after letting some strangers feel me up.
The man in front of her framed her face with his hands as if he wanted to kiss her, so she placed her palms on either side of his waist as he drew near, pulling him just a little bit closer.
Thud!
The guy in front of her went down with a whimper, her sharp knee right on target. She flung her head back toward the man behind her, hoping he was close enough and short enough for her skull to hit him in the face.
She was correct on both guesses, and the second man went down. Abby ran for her cell phone and the front door, dialing 9-1-1 as she fumbled with the locks.
The phone went dead. Dropping the useless thing, she undid four of the locks by feel before she heard the men stirring. She shot a glance behind her and doubled her efforts, only to find all the locks re-secured when she turned the light on. "Holy crap! What the hell is going on?" I know I undid those locks. I've done it a thousand times.
"We're your Christmas presents, Abby." A man's pained voice sounded from the bodies she'd left near the kitchen.
Abby turned toward them after glancing again at the dead cell phone. The locks, she couldn't explain.
The men rose shakily, helping each other up. Two nearly identical "steaming hot, muscled hunks of love," her girlfriends at work would call them. She could easily imagine her friends pushing each other out of the way to shove crisp dollar bills down the men's tight, brightly colored little thongs. Thongs in Chicago in December? Oh no. "Uhm... you said you were my Christmas presents?"
They nodded in tandem.
"Did Mandy and Kim send you? I told them not to get me anything for Christmas, damn it!"
The men shrugged, and the one with the bloodied nose pulled a towel away from his face. "We don't know who sent us, Abby, just that we're here to grant your every desire."
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White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish by Ayla Ruse

White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish
by Ayla Ruse

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-721-5
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 29

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Blurb:
Hey Santa,
This year, I want a BIG, real live man as my present. In case you aren't sure what I mean, I want BIG, um, male parts. I'm willing to negotiate to have him only one day -- preferably Christmas Day.
Your ever faithful worker ~ Emmy.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Emmy's Wish
Ayla Ruse
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Copyright ©2011 Ayla Ruse

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Emmy woke up Christmas morning hopeful, excited, and with eyes squeezed shut. She took a deep breath and peeked to her right.
Damn. No hulking male. Instead, there was a shiny little golden bell resting on the pillow next to her head. "Thanks, Santa," she mumbled as she picked it up and gave it a little shake. Its tune spread high and bright through her room, and Emmy sighed. In truth, she wasn't surprised to find her bed empty -- again. Hopeful, but not surprised.
"No sense staying in bed if it's empty." Determined to enjoy her Christmas day, she climbed out from under the red satin sheets, naked -- ever hopeful -- and rummaged through the top of her messy bureau. Finding what she wanted, she picked out a shiny red and green twisted ribbon, which she threaded through the bell. She hung this around her neck, admiring how the bell rested perfectly in the shallow valley of her breasts.
She tapped the bell, smiled at the pretty tinkling sound, then cupped her small breasts and flicked her nipples. "Sorry, girls. Looks like we're flying solo again this year." Shrugging her shoulders, she bounced out of her bedroom.
Her destination: the kitchen, and breakfast. Even though it was still early and not much sunlight filtered in, she didn't turn on her lights. She'd decorated the high, open beams throughout her cottage with bright, twinkling, multi-colored rope lights, lending a festive glow throughout her home. Dancing a little to make her bell sing as she made her way into the living room, she didn't pay attention around her, and her leg banged against something solid.
Off balance, she fell over the obstacle and landed hard on the floor.
"Mmm, Merry Christmas to me," a low, male voice resonated through the room.
Emmy froze with her forearms on the floor, and her waist caught over what she quickly realized was a male leg.
"Does that sweet ass come with a face?" the voice inquired seductively.
Her initial embarrassment fled and excitement poured through her. She pushed up to her hands, turned her head and became speechless at the sight of the male draped across her couch. As she looked up his length, his clothing stood out first. His pants and shirt shimmered a blue and white blend that reminded her of the frozen lakes out back. She smiled at the bulge growing under his pants, but moved her gaze up to his face. His dark skin stood out starkly against so much white. It was difficult to pinpoint under the glow of the lights, but she'd put his coloring at a light smoky gray. Like the first shadows to fall at dusk. His white hair was long, thick, and shaggy -- not in a derelict way, but more of a blending in with nature kind of way.
She stopped breathing when their gazes locked. His eyes were white, with icy blue irises and a brighter starburst of white for pupils. He tilted his head and her gaze averted to his pointed ears. Elf's ears. It couldn't be. "You're an Elf?" she asked incredulously.
He nodded. "I'm a Border Elf."
"The ones that protect and patrol the North Pole? I'd heard you guys were ugly."
The Border Elf laughed out loud.
"You are definitely not ugly," she said hurriedly, teetering on his leg as she worked herself upright. Once on her feet, she didn't stay there for long. She crawled right up and over the male and straddled his hips as if she'd done so a million times before.
"Whoa." He grinned. His blinding smile dazzled her. "What's this about?"
"Santa sent you, right?"
"He did. He told me he had an Elf who wanted to play with a Border for a day."
She clapped her hands and, raising her head, whispered, "Thank you, Santa." Looking back into the arresting face of the male underneath her, she said, "You're my gift. I get to play with you all day!"
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White Hot Christmas: Stripping Christmas by Zenobia Renquist

White Hot Christmas: Stripping Christmas
by Zenobia Renquist

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-716-1
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:
Alex thought she was going to a job. Instead she ends up marrying the heir to the title of Santa Claus. The vows have been said and cannot be taken back, even if Alex isn't the ideal bride Kris was hoping for to re-energize the powers of the House of Kringle. But Alex is about to teach him that being a little naughty -- or a lot -- can go a long way.
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Stripping Christmas
Zenobia Renquist
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Copyright ©2011 Zenobia Renquist

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A red limo. Not just any red, Christmas red. Very appropriate for the season. The man standing beside the limo wore a green chauffeur's suit with an Elf hat and pointed ears to finish off the look. If he were three feet shorter, he would have been perfect for the motif.
He caught sight of her staring at him and bowed. "Miss Alexanna Laurel Ford?"
She nodded. "That's me."
"I am No'l, miss. I have come to retrieve you." He opened the door as he held out his hand to her.
Alex let him guide her forward into the limo. She'd never had anyone hand her into a car before. It was a novel experience. She pulled her long coat in after her and got comfortable.
"Ready, miss?"
"Yes."
No'l closed the door gently, went to the driver's seat and guided the limo onto the highway.
Alex asked, "How far are we going?"
"The North Pole, miss."
"Cute. Now where are we really going?"
No'l glanced over his shoulder at her quickly. "I... I'm not sure what you mean, miss. I have answered your question."
"Okay." She settled back, prepared to play along. She had her cell phone with built in GPS and personal locater if this job turned sour. Her little purse also had a mini baton and a very sharp metal nail file. She hoped she wouldn't need any of that but was happy she had them.
They only drove for twenty minutes before No'l stopped the limo in front of a grand hotel that could only be described as a winter palace. It had to be at least ten floors of white brick that glistened in the setting sunlight. Something else that was very appropriate for the season.
She didn't remember there being any hotels like this in her area, though. Before she could open the door to get a better look around, No'l opened it for her and offered his hand. She took it and stepped out into snow.
Snow?
Snow crunched under her shoes. The walkway where she stood had been recently swept, but the lightly falling snow had started covering it again. Around her as far as she could see was a vast snowfield. She looked around for buildings of some kind and saw nothing.
A faint twinkling made her look up. She stared with wide eyes at the shimmering Aurora Borealis. "No way," she whispered.
No'l bowed to her and said, "Welcome to the North Pole, miss." He led her through the large double doors of the winter palace to a grand foyer where ten women dressed in green maid outfits waited. Like No'l, each of the women had pointed ears. Gesturing to the ladies, No'l said, "These ladies will be your maids. They will help you dress for the evening."
"Okay." Alex didn't know what they were putting her in that she had to have help getting it on, but she was willing to continue playing along.
Three hours later, Alex stood in front of a mirror, staring. She barely recognized herself. Her microbraids had been put into an up-do with a few braid strands pulled free to frame her face in spiral curls. A thin, silver circlet around her head held a dangling ruby that between her light brown eyes. Matching teardrop rubies graced her ears.
The kicker was the wedding dress. That was the only word to describe it. It had a halter-style top with a flowing skirt that brushed the floor. The dress was all white, like a wedding dress, except for the red trim lining the neckline of the halter and the red lace border trimming the hem of the skirt, which trailed two feet behind her.
She wore red slippers but couldn't see them in the mirror. What she could see almost brought tears to her eyes. She had never worn such a beautiful dress before. And she didn't normally like wearing white. It made her dark complexion look ashen. This dress, however, made her brown skin look like it was glowing.
One of the maids walked up behind Alex and held out a large, cascading bouquet of red and white poinsettias. "It's time, miss."
Alex followed the maid to the door where No'l waited for her. He offered her his arm and took her down in the elevator to the second floor. They exited to the melodic sound of a piano playing Carol of the Bells.
Everyone in the large room faced the elevator. Alex knew she had to look spooked, but she couldn't help it. This really looked and felt like a wedding. This was a bit much of a production for a night's entertainment. She'd heard of a few of the other girls having weird clients, but never someone doing a mock wedding.
No'l walked her down the aisle toward the man who awaited her at the altar. He stood there alone, though. There was no best man or priest. At least they wouldn't take this make believe wedding too far.
That helped Alex relax, and she smiled. It wasn't that hard to smile, considering every step took her closer to a very handsome man. He must be her patron. He stood tall and serious, waiting for her.
His platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Since he stood sideways with his face turned toward her, Alex could see the ponytail reached past his shoulders. Like the others, he had long, pointed ears. Unlike the others, his ears extended higher, almost to the top of his head. It was a very dramatic effect.
His toned body was dressed in a full-length red Mandarin collar tuxedo. The jacket of the tuxedo brushed the tops of his knees and was left open, revealing his white vest and shirt. Red slacks and shiny black shoes finished the look.
As she drew closer, Alex saw more details of her eccentric patron. His chin sported a thin platinum goatee that traced up the edges of his jawline, and his eyes were a stunning shade of true blue.
No'l stopped one step away from the man, who stood a full head taller than Alex. She smiled up at him. No'l took Alex's hand from his elbow and held it out to the man at the altar.
The man said as he took her hand, "I am Kristijonasario. I bid you welcome to my home, Alexanna."
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White Hot Christmas: Stranded by S. Michael

White Hot Christmas: Stranded
by S. (Sean) Michael

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-718-5
Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 26
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Blurb:
Stranded in Vegas was not how Gretchen had planned to spend her Christmas, but that's exactly what's happened to her and hubby Russ. Just when she thinks it couldn't get worse, a stranger trips over their luggage and sends its contents flying. It turns out their stranger, Dave, is in Vegas for the holiday and he has a suite he's willing to share.
Can this threesome turn a Christmas disaster into a Christmas delight?
Excerpt:
White Hot Christmas: Stranded
S. Michael
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Copyright ©2011 S. Michael

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Gretchen stared at the little man across the counter. "You are not fucking serious." She was not going to be stuck in fucking Las Vegas over fucking Christmas.
No way.
No. Way.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. All flights to the northeast are grounded. There's simply nothing we can do." He gave her an apologetic but harried look.
She looked over at Russ, tears in her eyes. "Russell!"
He slid his arm around her shoulders and tugged her close to his strong body. "Relax, baby. We'll figure something out."
"Russell, it's Vegas! It's Christmas Eve!" They should never have agreed to come out here to this stupid convention, showing off their holiday wares. Only Russ would have come up with Christmas-tree-shaped butt plugs and snowflake nipple clamps.
"Having a bird at the little man behind the counter isn't going to change that. Just breathe." His hand rubbed up and down along her back as another stupid announcement came over the airport speakers, informing them that all northern airports were closed due to inclement weather, which translated to no flights out.
Gretchen stomped her foot, and her stiletto snapped, right off, and she just burst into tears. No. No way. Not her new Maddens.
Russell wrapped around her, tugging her out of the line. "We'll get a hotel, and we'll have the most amazing holiday. Imagine the sales they must have here on Boxing Day."
"We're in Vegas! Cheesy, neon, fake..." She stumbled on her broken shoe, their luggage dragging along behind them like a woebegone dog.
"We'll make it work for us, baby. We will make it work for us."
Before she could answer, something big fell over their luggage.
"Oh, fuck," said the something.
She squeaked and almost fell, but Russ's muscular arms wrapped around her, supported her.
"Damn, I'm sorry." The most beautiful guy, aside from her Russ of course, stood up and started wiping himself off. "I didn't see your luggage."
She waved her hand at him, trying so hard not to just have a meltdown. God, go away.
"It's okay, man." Russ propped her up against a wall and went to right their luggage.
"Are you sure?" Tripping Man peered at her. "You okay, miss?"
"I'm fine." Her eyes closed as her suitcase popped open and dildos went rolling across the floor. "Just kill me now."
The guy made a noise and Russ, the asshat, nearly choked trying to swallow his laughter. Tripping Man began to laugh.
She snapped the heel off her other shoe and growled. "I'm going to... Fuck."
She headed right out of ticketing and out to the festively lit cabstand. There had to be a hotel on the Strip somewhere she could drink at.
She was still waiting for a fucking cab to show up ten minutes later -- how could there not be one there? -- when Russ and the guy came out, pulling the now sedately closed luggage behind them.
"Baby, this is Dave." Russ put his arm around her shoulders. "Dave, this is Gretchen."
Dave held his hand out to her.
"Hey." Thank God for waterproof mascara.
"Russ was telling me you guys are in the same boat as me. In Vegas for Christmas."
"Yeah. Yeah, we are." She was going to cry again, which was stupid, but it was Christmas.
"Dave here has a hotel room. He's willing to share, babe."
"There's got to still be rooms here, right?" Christmas Eve with a stranger?
"We can try if you want to, baby. Let's go get food and see, yeah?" Russ wrapped around her, held her, and Dave just lifted one hand and a cab stopped right in front of them. This was no fair.
"It's the Mandalay Bay." Dave gave her a warm smile. "Best hotel on the strip."
She felt herself blush. "I bet the owner of the Bellagio would argue."
Russ's swat to her ass was sweet, sharp. "Be nice, Kitten."
Dave laughed, and held the door to the cab open for her. "They're fully booked. I checked."
She slid in. How on Earth? It was Christmas, for God's sake. Russ slid in beside her on the left, David on the right.
"There's like a million people stranded here." David told the cabbie where to go. "The whole northern half of the country is snowed in. I got in yesterday, but my luggage didn't. I came down to pick it up but apparently it's still stuck in Chicago or something."
"Yeah. At least we're stranded here together, huh, Kitten?" Russ's voice was low, soft, teasing, and she nudged him with her shoulder. He only called her that when they were playing.
"I can't imagine Christmas without you, Russ."
"Sweet." Dave grinned at Russ, the look a little wistful.
She cuddled into her man. "Are you here with someone or missing someone back home?"
"I wish. Either option would be better than single. Especially this time of year..."
"Oh." Suddenly she felt like the worst sort of bitch. At least she had her Russell, right here. "I'm sorry." She reached out, squeezed Dave's hand.
His hand turned, fingers curling with hers. "I have a suite. There's more than enough room, and then none of us have to be alone on Christmas morning." His fingers touched the center of her hand, tickling her palm, and it was like electricity hit her, in the pit of her stomach.
"Tell him yes, Kitten." Russ's breath tickled her ear, brushed her hair.
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White Hot Christmas: The Other Klaus by Dawn Montgomery

White Hot Christmas: The Other Klaus
by Dawn Montgomery

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-719-2
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Luke Klaus has a problem. Christmas will be canceled if he can't get Destiny, Texas, back on the Holiday Cheer Map. A Christmas wish is all that stands between him and a perfect record. His target is packed with killer curves and a heart of gold that's been broken one too many times. Lucky for Luke, mixing a little business with pleasure might be just what the holiday doctor ordered.
Noella Davis is tired. Too many years as Destiny's cheer coordinator has left her drained and disillusioned. Is it a coincidence that brings her face-to-face with her old crush, or does the man in black leather have his own agenda? Either way, she'll have her cake and eat it too even if she has to tie him to the bed. Maybe her Christmas wishes will come true...
This really is a case for The Other Klaus.

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White Hot Christmas: The Other Klaus
Dawn Montgomery
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Undercover Santa Agency Casefile: 42
Target: Ms. Noella Davis
Location: Target's domicile; Destiny, Texas
Date: December 12, 6:01 PM
11 days, 5 hrs, 59 minutes to deadline
Classified: Top Cookie
No woman should look so sexy in a Santa hat and knee-high boots. He imagined the festive stockings she wore ended in whimsical lace at her thighs, with little ribbons tied to a garter belt. No panties. He was definitely imagining no panties. Too bad the black skirt was a bit too demure to prove him right... or wrong. The forest green of her silk shirt shone brilliantly against pale skin and bright red hair. She was a tempting little Christmas gift just begging to be unwrapped.
Luke shook his head. This was no way to keep his mind on work.
She stalked back and forth across her living room, her whiskey voice low and full of fury. Luke almost felt sorry for whoever was on the other end of the phone. He shouldn't have found it hot, but there were very few things about Noella Davis that didn't get him going one way or the other. Countless nights he'd imagined that sexy voice whispering lustful little suggestions, begging for what he could give her.
He sighed, and adjusted his jeans to make room for his hardening cock.
"I do not need more excitement in my life." She huffed out a breath in irritation. "Fine. No. It won't happen. Don't expect me there." She mashed the screen of her cell with both thumbs until it vibrated in her hands. Another caller. Already. Noella looked up. Fierce rage and hurt reflected in the depths of her expressive brown eyes. "Touch screens just don't provide the same satisfaction that a real button or regular phone does."
Luke grinned. "You could always throw it across the room."
"It's damn tempting."
Luke walked away from the door, letting it shut gently behind him. He leaned against the archway support leading into her living room. "You must be really popular."
Noella threw the phone onto the couch and shoved a pillow on top of it. "Or really pissed off."
"The family?" He held out his hands and Noella grabbed them, allowing him to pull her into a friendly hug. Too bad his mind was thinking past friendship to the press of her soft body against his.
Noella sighed, and Luke bit back a groan. Her curvy little body was sending his into a riot of lust. "Why don't you just turn off your phone?"
"Muffling it is far more satisfying." She pulled back from the hug, and a spark of mischief replaced her fury. "I can pretend I'm suffocating my brother that way."
"Good call. Though that would be hard to do with him halfway across the world."
She laughed. "It was good to talk to him. I miss him a lot." Her lashes lowered becomingly, and a lovely blush dusted her cheeks.
He wondered, fleetingly, if she tasted as good as she looked. She brushed her cheek against his shirt-covered chest. Did she hear his heart thundering? Sexual tension crackled between them.
"Luke?" Her fingers trailed beneath his leather jacket.
"Noella." He settled his hands on her shoulders. Her pulse fluttered against his thumbs.
"I was thinking..." The minx scraped her nails down his back in light whorls of incredible sensation.
Who the hell could think at a time like this? Luke cupped her face, tilting her chin so he could see her eyes. "Am I the cure for your lack of excitement?"
Self-doubt slid over her expression, and Luke didn't let her go when she tried to move away. He dipped his head to press a light kiss on her nose. "I need to know where I stand, snowflake." Her nose wrinkled at the childhood nickname.
"What do you mean?" Her arms still wrapped around him, but her fingers had stopped their delicious exploration.
"I mean..." Luke dipped his head and did what he'd dreamed of for so long. He kissed her.

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White Hot Christmas: Santa's Treat by Camille Anthony

White Hot Christmas: Santa's Treat
by Camille Anthony

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-726-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Shapeshifters, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 29

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Blurb:

Santa's been a little disenchanted with his job lately. Mrs. Claus ran off with Rudolph, who kept putting his nose where it didn't belong -- all Santa's reindeer are shifters. What? You didn't think he’d keep a herd of fat lazy deer around all year, eating their heads off, when he only needed them one night a year?
Anyway, the Mrs. ran off with Santa's ex-best friend, so he's been alone for a while now. So you can see why the idea of a special treat got his juices running. He thinks Plum's giving him a treat, but he read the note wrong. Plum's been a very good girl, and he's supposed to give her a special treat. But that's OK, because the treat Plum wants is Santa.

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Camille Anthony
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Plum was having a delicious dream...
She was lying naked on her bed, legs spread-eagle, her short, plump body pressed into the mattress by the hard-muscled man lying between her thighs. One of her dark brown nipples was caught between strong white teeth.
A moan bubbled up from her as his lips left her breasts, one broad hand cupping and pinching her abandoned nipple. His teeth captured her left earlobe and nibbled. She shivered as chills raced from her ear to her clit. Her breathing slid into sultry sighs as his mouth moved again. This was the best dream ever.
Her lover's mouth traveled toward her forehead, pressing a series of kisses over both eyelids. His head lowered and he took her mouth, pushing his tongue past her lips to play with hers. Good as it felt, Plum wanted that tongue somewhere else. Since this was her dream, she decided to take control.
Tangling her fingers in his long jet-black hair, she tugged. "You're not going in the right direction."
He easily resisted her. "I'll get there in my own time, sweetheart."
The bass rumble tickled her ear and she scrunched her shoulders, giggling, even as her pussy tightened with excitement. Moisture gushed from her sex, scenting the small bedroom with the heady aroma of lust. She squirmed under him, eager for more. "Please, it's been so long..." Plum's plea ended on a broken inhale.
In response, he fisted his other hand in her hair, forcing her head back so his lips could roam from her ear to the hollow beneath her collarbone and back again in a leisurely journey of soft bites and pecking open-lipped kisses. And then he paused, cupped her face in the palm of one hand and gazed into her eyes. "It's been even longer for me, but I refuse to rush. This first time with you is too precious."
It was the perfect answer, reinforcing her belief this enchanting time was a dream. Her imagination had conjured a perfect man. Plum was moved to tears. They filled her eyes, made her vision shimmer. "You say the sweetest things."
"I try, sweetheart." He tweaked her nipple one last time before coasting his hand down her body toward her smooth mound. One knee pushed, widened the space between her legs, and soon his broad hand was cupping her soft delta, playing in the moisture coating her pussy lips. "You make it easy," he murmured, pushing a finger past her swollen labia, sinking it deep into her pussy.
The pleasure burned away any lingering shyness and Plum's hips arched off the mattress. "Oh gawd" -- her hands fisted in the sheets, twisting the cheap covers into bunches of tortured linen -- "I need you inside me. Please fuck me. Fuck me now!"
As if to emphasize her pleas, her intimate muscles flexed, wrapping around the long, thick finger exploring her sex. He added another finger, pumping both in and out, each time flipping that electric switch in the front of her vagina that sent erotic watts of brilliant current streaming through her.
She gasped, shuddering. Her pussy wept moisture, easing the burning friction of the two digits sawing in and out of her, readying her sex to accommodate something that would stretch her even better. She wanted his cock, not his fingers, drilling deep -- she wanted him furiously pounding into her until she screamed with delight.
"Are you truly ready for me, sweetheart?"
The accented voice stroked her skin like the softest velvet, poured over her nerve endings like liquid balm. "Yes... gods above, yes."
"Open your legs wider for me, then. Show me how much you want me."
Plum obeyed, trembling as the power of his words sped along her sensitized skin, seeped into her soul. She squirmed under an emotional nakedness that seemed visceral... deeper and more significant than any foreplay she'd indulged in before.
This felt like surrender, a giving up of herself into the keeping of this dream man who'd so far exceeded her greatest expectations.
If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up. Because real life couldn't possibly be this wonderful, could it?

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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws by Selena Illyria

White Hot Christmas: Holiday Paws
by Selena Illyria

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-717-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Interracial/MultiCultural, Werewolves, BBW, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 27
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Blurb:
After dealing with the flu and missing her flight to spend the holidays with her family, Nessa thought she'd be alone for Christmas. When her mate Ben shows up at her door with the intention of giving her a holiday she won't soon forget, she knows this Christmas will definitely be the best yet.
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Selena Illyria
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Scratch. Scratch. Scratch. The noise was faint, and yet she heard it loud and clear. Her inner wolf wanted to pad to the door to investigate, but Nessa refused. There was no way in hell she was being a horror movie victim, going to peek at things rumbling around in the basement. Nope. She'd stay right where she was -- on the couch, under a blanket, with a book and a mug of tea with lemon on the coffee table nearby. If a monster came barreling through the door, he'd get a willing victim. Her bout of the flu might be over, but she was still feeling lethargic.
The undoubtedly ugly, slimy, furry, hairy, sharp-toothed thing from a lagoon in outer space wouldn't find a better meal. Her wolf hated it but she couldn't care less. All she'd wanted for Christmas was to catch a flight to see her family. Instead, she'd overslept and tried to hack up a lung while her brain wanted out through her nose. Werewolves don't get sick, her ass. Oh, they get sick all right, because people can't cover their mouths or use hand wipes and tissues. She'd been suffering a week.
Now there was something wanting in her door. She sighed and went back to reading. Scratch all you want but you won't get in. At least, she hoped it wouldn't. Scratch. Scratch. Scratch.
A scent drifted under the door, a sweet, minty smell which perked up her senses and made her salivate. Underneath the sweetness was an undertone of meat.
She pushed back the blankets and shuffled over to the door. That smell could only be one thing -- Cynn's Minty Chocolate Holiday Delicate cupcakes. It was a dessert that melted in your mouth. They were filled with the smoothest, white chocolate ganache filling while giving you a nice punch of mint, a pinch of vanilla, and the most decadent chocolate you've ever tasted. "Cupcakes! And steak?"
She slid down to the floor and sniffed at the cupcakes through the keyhole. Nessa felt like an idiot but she didn't care. It had been ages since she'd had any sweets. Her doctor had forbidden it. To top it off, her mate was off doing Pack business.
So here she was, sick, lonely and dealing with temptation on every street corner. And now some inhuman monster was trying to get her to open the door, using cupcakes and steak as bait. She whimpered.
"Nessa, honey, you okay? Are you in pain?" Ben's whisky-smooth, southern drawl drifted through the wood as if there was nothing between them. She groaned as her pussy clenched. She'd missed that voice so much. Nessa could practically feel his body heat seeping into the wood. Closing her eyes, past the immediate smell of cupcakes and steak, she could smell his distinctive woodsy and spicy scent with just a hint of wolf musk, tea, lemon and a dash of cardamom. Ben. She sighed and sagged against the door. For the first time in weeks, she felt at peace.
"Nessa, babe? Answer me, sugar, or I'll have to break down the door." The stern warning only ignited her arousal. She could picture him just beyond the door, adjusting his glasses, his thick shoulders filling out his simple, red plaid shirt to the limit, wearing worn jeans that fit him like a second skin, and simple boots.
"Nessa." Her name may have been a warning, but to her it was a sexy command, demanding she be ready to do anything he wanted sexually. All thoughts of illness and food fled as the need to come together with her mate, to feel him skin to skin, took over.
"Ben," she sighed.
"Jesus, Ness! Are you all right or not?" There was a scratching at the lock, and the door opened. "Oh, I see."
She gazed at him hungrily. He was yummy to look at, classically handsome with a square jaw, strong cheekbones, and beautiful green eyes framed by long, dark lashes.
There was just so much he didn't understand.
Although he was a twenty-five-year-old second-in-command for the Pack, who managed every aspect of their lives and cleaned up their messes, she didn't need him to save her. No matter how many times she'd told him that, it didn't sink in. She was thirty-one years old and had been taking care of herself since she was sixteen.
"What?" He hadn't moved, and she was wondering what he was thinking. Sometimes she wondered if he thought she was another mess he needed to clean up, an obligation he needed to take care of for the pack. She'd never voiced those thoughts, but they still came up. They had sex, and he did stop by to check on her, but she got the distinct feeling that sometimes he just didn't know why he was there.
"It's Christmas. I just wanted to stop by and see how you were and share a meal with you. Spend some time with you."
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White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around by Megan Slayer

White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
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

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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.

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White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2011 Megan Slayer

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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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White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny

White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny
by Ruth D. Kerce

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-715-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 29

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Blurb:

Seduced by wolves twice, Janie can't forget Sawyer, Dall, and Cavan. During the Christmas holiday, she returns to Minnesota to finally solve the mystery behind the sexy wolf-men.
Sawyer, Dall, and Cavan are thrilled to see Janie again and give her an erotic welcome-back like only they can. But now, they must protect her from the danger she's put herself in by returning.
Sex, a government cover-up, and a fate nobody imagines awaits them all. Janie doesn't fear the future though, for she's found her place in the pack and will never leave again.

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White Hot Christmas: Her Feral Destiny
Ruth D. Kerce
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The cold wind blew fiercely through her hair, whipping it around her face. As the icy air attacked her skin and caused a chill down her spine, Janie hugged her coat tightly around her. The sun, though bright in the sky, gave no warmth to soothe her trepidation. Winter had arrived in full force and was determined to make things difficult for her.
"Was this a mistake?" she murmured to herself. She could be home, enjoying eggnog and wrapping presents. Instead, she stood in the middle of nowhere.
Since she'd left the gravel road, only snow and wilderness had filled her vision. Trees stood before her and a clearing behind.
Movement in the sky made her look up. She froze in awe. Santa Claus? She blinked and the image disappeared. What was happening to her? Was this a dream?
A distant noise caught her attention, and she turned swiftly. A massive black wolf ran across the snow toward her. Two large white wolves, almost lost in the snow's glare, followed closely behind. Their barks filled her ears.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she wasn't afraid. Far from it. She raced toward them -- eager, needy. All her doubts disappeared. She jumped a fallen tree branch and shifted into a majestic brown wolf, landing on all four paws as if she'd done it a thousand times. Without breaking stride, she continued running across the snow. Strength and freedom coursed through her. No longer did she feel cold, only invigorated. She loved the power her new form gave her. She greeted the three male wolves with enthusiasm. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she rolled submissively onto her back.
Their barks turned to excited yips. Each male nuzzled her in turn. Once they'd sniffed each other in greeting, they excitedly joined together as one pack and continued running.
A herd of reindeer scattered across their path, and she marveled at the sight. Okay, maybe they were caribou or even just forest deer. But given the holiday, she chose to believe in the fantastic and Christmas miracles. She followed the males across the snow-covered hills to a cave in a distant mountain.
They all collapsed on a pile of pallets. One by one, they shifted back into human form, breathing heavily. The exhilaration surrounding them had turned palpable and grown stronger with each mile they'd run. After shifting, the feeling hadn't dissipated.
"I feared I wouldn't find you. That was incredible." She looked down at herself, amazed at her seemingly effortless ability to become a wild creature just by wishing it so. "I'm naked." Her gaze drifted to the men. "We're all naked."
"Shifting does that," the formerly black wolf stated. The alpha. Their leader. "We'll retrieve your clothes later. We're glad you're home, Janie."
She rubbed her arms. "I'm cold."
"We'll take care of that too." He reached out and gently stroked her cheek. "So soft. Just as I remember. We've missed you." He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
The other two men caressed her back and legs. She welcomed their touch. The feel of their hands warmed her immediately and caused a sexual need deep inside. A need no wholly human male could satisfy, only them...

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White Hot Christmas: Clothing Optional by Cynthia Sax

White Hot Christmas: Clothing Optional
by Cynthia Sax

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-714-7
Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 26

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Blurb:

Every Christmas, an ancient demon stalks and murders fairies. Until this killer is apprehended, each fairy is assigned a demon protector. Otho volunteers to protect Prism, the most uptight fairy on the face of the planet.
Or so he thinks...
When Otho arrives at Prism's house three hours early and spots his blue-haired fairy streaking down the street completely nude, he realizes his perfect fairy is only perfect for him.
Unfortunately, he is not the only demon with eyes on her bare buttocks.

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White Hot Christmas: Clothing Optional
Cynthia Sax
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Otho twisted his wrist to glance at his watch. It was three a.m., and the demon council clearly stated that the fairy protection shifts didn't start until six a.m. on the twenty-fourth. If he showed up at her door three hours early, Prism would ask why, and then he'd have to admit he'd been counting down the days to seeing her again.
She'd raise those thin eyebrows.
He'd feel like a jackass.
So Otho stayed outside in the freezing cold, leaning against his winter-inappropriate 1957 Corvette convertible, sipping hot black coffee, contemplating his attraction to the most uptight fairy on the planet. She was a librarian, for fuck's sake, and around him, her lips were constantly pursed with disapproval. God, they were soft lips though. He could imagine them pursed around his --
The door opened, and Otho ducked behind the car. A beautiful face peeked out, looking from side to side, her dark blue hair pulled back in a ponytail. He watched her with lust and keen interest.
What the fuck was she doing?
Prism stepped outside. She was wearing that white terrycloth robe he'd often seen hanging on the coat rack by her front door. On her feet were gleaming white sneakers, with matching socks folded neatly down to her ankles.
She took another look about her and nodded to herself as if mentally confirming a fact she already knew. Prism then turned around until she faced the open door, removed her robe, tossed it inside, and closed the door. Otho's mouth dropped. His eyes widened. His entire being stilled.
She was gloriously, wonderfully, buck-ass naked.
Sure, she'd been naked with him before, when they fucked last Christmas, after imbibing one too many glasses of spiked eggnog, but that had been a fast and furious fuck in the dark, under layers of concealing cotton sheets. He hadn't had a good look at her body. He did now.
Her breasts were small and firm, tipped with indigo nipples that tightened to mouthwatering peaks as they came into contact with the cold air. Her stomach was flat and indented with muscles he never thought he'd find attractive on a female. Her hips were shapely, with a triangle of closely cropped blue curls nestled between them. And those legs... He licked his lips. Those legs should be classified as a weapon. Normally concealed under loose black trousers or ankle-length skirts, they were long and lean and perfectly designed for wrapping around a demon's thick torso.
His cock showed his appreciation for her fit physique, pressing painfully against the zipper of his dress pants. Smoke curled out from his flared nostrils. He stepped toward her.
And then she was gone, running along the street in a flash of blue.

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White Hot Christmas: Holiday Moon by BJ McCall

White Hot Christmas: Holiday Moon
by B.J. McCall

Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-713-0
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Werewolves, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Men and Women in Uniform
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 27

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Blurb:

Operation Holiday Moon sends Sgt. Sezri Adar and her werewolf team deep into enemy territory. Wounded, Sezri orders her wolves to leave her behind. On her own, she must avoid capture and make it to the secondary pickup point.
Being the only human on the team has presented special challenges for Major Calix Klatt, especially when his second-in-command is the sexiest female he's ever encountered. She's brave and beautiful, but a relationship with Sezri would destroy any cred he's built with the werewolves.
When Sezri is MIA, Calix's duty is to wait out the holiday and hopes she survives. But the heart doesn't always listen to the head and putting his career on the line is the least of his fears.

Excerpt:

White Hot Christmas: Holiday Moon
B.J. McCall
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Copyright ©2011 B.J. McCall

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Metal folding chairs scraped the scarred floor as her team stood and began to file out of the briefing room. The facilities on the foreign base had seen better days. The housing was run-down, but the plumbing worked and the satellite phone and computer connections were operable. Operation Holiday Moon was a black op and only a handful of people in the central command center, CenCom, knew what was about to go down.
A recent addition to the team, a werewolf with a family, groused about having to work on a holiday. A veteran of the team responded, "They'll never expect us to light them up on Christmas Eve."
Sezri agreed. Although it was difficult on the married members of the team, Captain Klatt had chosen the perfect time to execute the mission.
She turned to Klatt, who had waited until the team left the room before rising from his chair. He was tall, a few inches over six feet, and as physically fit as the other team members.
He moved closer, his gaze lingering on her face. These wordless pauses were becoming a habit, as if an unseen energy buzzed between them. The room shrank, the air heated and no one existed except the two of them. It was times like this when Sezri was aware of the breadth of his shoulders, the rugged handsomeness of his face, the blueness of his eyes and the scent of his pheromones.
Her nose twitched. Her sensual senses instantly on alert, her heart rate leaped. Did Klatt have any idea of the sex attractant he was producing?
"Will CenCom call it off?" she asked, focusing on the mission instead of the way Klatt's short black hair gleamed like a raven's wing. Her team was ready. But often, central command issued a stand down minutes before a mission, especially those being carried out in political hot zones.
"The op has top priority."
She closed her laptop and began to gather her belongings. Her laser pointer slipped from her fingers.
Klatt caught it. Their fingers brushed as he handed it to her, his touch sending a frisson of heat through her blood.
"Be careful, Sezri."
Her breath caught as he turned and walked away. He always called her Adar or addressed her by her rank. "Sir, is there something you know that I don't?" He paused at the door and looked at her. "What I know, you know. When that weapons factory lights up I want you in the chopper, not on the ground."
He's worried about me. "That's the plan, sir."
His gaze swept over her with a quick flash of heat. "If things go south, get out of there."
Then he was gone.
Sezri wanted to go after him, but what would she say? Do you feel it, too? If she became involved with Klatt, every werewolf on the team would howl in protest. They were already ticked off that CenCom had ruled that a human must command every team. A few hellhounds went haywire on one mission and every paranormal unit had been reorganized to prevent another transgression. Klatt was an excellent leader, a decorated soldier, but he wasn't gifted with any paranormal power other than the ability to make her lycan blood sizzle.
Damn. She didn't need the complication.

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