Excerpt: Stripping Christmas by Zenobia Renquist

And here's a blast from Christmas past with the Changeling Press White Hot Christmas multi-author series...

Stripping Christmas
White Hot Christmas (multi-author series)
by Zenobia Renquist

Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Erotic Romance, Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, Fey/Elves, Interracial, Magic, Christmas
Price: On sale for 99¢ for the month of December at Changeling Press only!

Alex is firmly on the naughty list, and she wants Santa to join her.

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.

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EXCERPT

Alex wasn’t going to get anywhere arguing about the marriage thing. She tried a different tactic. “What website?”

Kris walked over to a large desk. Alex followed him. Kris pulled up the website in question and gestured to it. “It seemed the perfect place to find my bride after searching this past year to no avail.”

Alex rolled her eyes at the title of the site -- Finding Your Perfect Mrs. Claus. It was her boss’s idea of getting into the holiday spirit. She said, “Show me what you clicked on to get to me.”

The page had two buttons -- one said Naughty and the other said Nice. Naughty referred to strippers who did full nudity, while Nice referred to strippers who went down to a string bikini.

Kris clicked the Nice button, which led to a page of pictures. Alex’s picture was the last on the page. Kris said, “I looked through all of the girls and found you the most desirable as my wife.” He clicked on her picture and loaded a page featuring stats about Alex -- age, height, weight, likes, etc -- and a vid of Alex wearing a Mrs. Claus ball gown while handing out presents to a room full of happy men.

Gesturing to the vid, Kris said, “You are a bringer of joy. Looking at this video confirmed you would be my perfect wife. I paid the dowry and here you are.”

Alex snorted. “Dowry, huh?” He had to mean the private party fee to have her strip on location.

“It was a small sum, but I paid it gladly.”

“Did you click on the button that says more?” She pointed to the bottom right of the screen.

Kris clicked the button. Another page loaded, showing the second half of the vid that had started on the previous page. It showed Alex ripping open her Mrs. Claus breakaway dress to the hooting and hollering of the men who had just gotten her presents. She danced on and around a pole while men stuffed money down her bra and panties.

Alex watched as Kris turned pale and his ears drooped until they were almost folded in half. His look of horror returned.

“What… what are you doing? This is naughty. This is extremely naughty. No wife of the House of Kringle should do such things as this.”

“Next time click the more button,” Alex said with a shrug. “Look, Kris. It’s no big if you don’t want me here. I’ll talk to my boss and get your money back. We can chalk this up to a fun mistake and go about our lives. Just tell Noël to bring the car around and take me home.”

“You cannot go home.”

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~ Zenobia
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Where to find more Christmas stuff

Along with Christmas Elves are Ringing and their Naughty List contest, Changeling has put previous years' books on sale for just 99 cents! Both of my previous stories are mmf.

White Hot Christmas -- Stranded

Russ and Gretchen are stranded in Vegas for Christmas. Can Dave make their holiday spanking hot?

Sugarplums -- Bound for Christmas

Jenny's got the perfect present for her husband: a pretty boy toy, wrapped up with Christmas ribbon.

Also, I'm doing what I call Smutty Advent over on my Livejournal. This is where I post fiction, or silly/sexy/kinky link or run a contest every day during the month of December. There will be a day with fiction staring Joey and Bane from Christmas Elves are Coming later on this month!

Happy Holidays to all!

Sean Michael
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwrites.com

Devil Under the Mistletoe by Sam Cheever

Perdition guide Damian is supposed to escort sexy Amanda to Hell. But he’d much rather keep her.

Damian Noire is a Perdition Guide. He escorts people who die to their rightful spot in Hell. Business always seems to pick up around the Holidays and this Christmas is no exception. Damian’s assignment is to bring a beautiful young woman to Hell to stand before the judgment assembly, and then take her to her assigned circle of Hell. It sounds simple. But it’s about to become the hardest assignment he’s ever performed.

Amanda Wright might have been unjustly judged. She might not belong in Hell at all. Problem is, Damian really kind of likes her. He especially likes enjoying her lush, willing body under the mistletoe. If he gets her the judgment she truly deserves, he’s probably going to lose her forever. But if he doesn’t help her, an innocent may spend eternity in Hell. It appears to be a lose/lose situation on all fronts. Proving once again that holidays truly are hell!

~~*~~

Worm emerged from the assembly vault a few moments later. Fear shot through Damian at the speed with which the judges had decided. The ugly little man gave Damian a sneer. The girl’s presence is needed in the chamber.”

Damian stood.

“Not you. You’ve been dismissed.”

Rage flared and Damian took a step toward the smaller man, his fists clenched. “What the hell kind of trick is this?”

Worm shrugged, his ugly, round face smug. “No trick. In fact, I think I’m being very clear. You’ve been judged to be too close to the… erm… situation to be objective, and you’re no longer on the case.”

Amanda clutched his arm, her face paling. “What’s going on, Damian? What are they going to do with me?”

Damian drew her behind him. “You’re not taking her in there without me.”

Worm’s smile widened, and something mean sparked in his eyes. He inclined his head slightly, just enough to give Damian a warning, but not enough of one. Hard hands clasped his arms, dragging him backward, away from Amanda.

She screamed his name and tried to follow but Worm grabbed her, holding her in place as tears streamed down her cheeks and she sobbed his name. Damian fought with everything he had, but the judgment demons who had hold of his arms were massive, eight feet tall, with tree-trunk-sized arms and hands that could hold his entire head like a football. The enormous black and white demons dragged him away from her, his feet scrabbling for purchase on the stone floor as he pummeled them.

“Get your fucking paws off her, Worm. I’ll kill you with my bare hands.” Heat flared over Damian, fire. He embraced the pain, nurtured the flame, until the demons holding him tensed. “Amanda!” Even to himself he sounded pathetic. He was desperate, terrified for her, but he couldn’t get to her. “Amanda, run!”

But she didn’t run. Couldn’t run. Worm dragged her backward, toward the chamber door. Damian was relieved to see that she’d stopped crying, but he was concerned that she looked pissed. If she mouthed off to the judges…

He fought harder to get away.

They reached the end of the hall, and Damian heard the door to the outside opening. In another second he’d be locked outside, and Amanda would be lost to him forever. He concentrated hard, bringing his inner fire forward. He burst into flame and the creatures holding him screamed, loosening their grip. It was enough, barely enough, but Damian was desperate. He wrenched himself free and turned, kicking out with enough power to take the legs out from under one of the demons. He didn’t spare the toppling giant a glance as he leapt off the ground and swung his leg toward the second demon, catching it in the midsection. The monster doubled over but didn’t go down. Damian took off running. Behind him, thunderous footfalls told him at least one of the demons was after him.

He didn’t care. He had only one thought. Get to Amanda.

He came through the chamber door just as Worm pushed Amanda to her knees before the judges. They were about to proclaim her sentence. “No!”

Amanda’s head whipped around. “Damian!”

“No, she’s an innocent! I’ll go to the angels myself and tell them.”

Rock-like hands wrapped around his arms and yanked him backward. He roared his rage, flailing out, but a fist the size of a boulder hit him on the side of the head and the world spun, darkened.

The last thing he heard as the world folded away was Amanda’s screams. He hit the rock floor, dazed and bleeding. His fingers clutched convulsively on the gritty floor. Amanda. He had to get to her. She was yelling something… pleading with them. She was in danger. If he didn’t save her he’d never see her again. Damian lifted his head. “Amanda…” His voice was muffled, feeble -- he doubted she even heard him. The boulder smashed into his head again, and everything went black.

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So This Is Christmas...The Music Inspiring Christmas Glow

I thought for my last post of the weekend, I'd post a couple of my favorite Christmas songs and some of the tunes that inspired me while I wrote Christmas Glow. Here are the top three:

Please Come Home For Christmas by Bon Jovi



Believe by Josh Groban



And...

Christmas Cannon by TransSiberian Orchestra



I know they aren't all rock songs and not rollicking, but sometimes you don't have to be in a hard headspace to write something erotic. I hope you've enjoyed this glimpse into my thoughts and my work. I hope you grab a copy of Christmas Glow and love the story as much as I loved writing it.

Santa's Helpers: Christmas Glow

by Megan Slayer Cover art: Reneé George

BIN: 06091-01955

Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes, Erotic Romance

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

Series: Santa's Helpers (#6)

Length: Hot Flash

Page Count: 30

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Its always better on dirt!

Christmas Elves are still ringing!

In my family, as we try to accommodate everyone's traditions, we've wound up spreading celebrations out over several weeks. This year, though, Christmas day itself is going to be fairly quiet and I have to admit, I'm really looking forward to being able to just sit around and relax on the day itself. Still, I'm also looking forward to the three or four get-togethers with extended family and friends as well. 

Whether you're spending your Christmas doing something quiet, or as a part of a huge celebration with lots of people, I wish you happiness, peace and as much smut to read as you desire!

I've got another excerpt from Christmas Elves are Ringing for you.

 

Can Bane give Joey the attitude adjustment he needs in time to fill Santa's sleigh with toys?  (Spoiler alert -- he can!)

 

2nd excerpt:

 

Snow was falling, the sounds of choirs practicing grating on Joey’s ears. They left that behind as they kept moving, though, and Bane swatted him twice more before they pushed through the door to their home.

The house was like a little oasis -- warm and dark, masculine, without a single hint of green or red. It was perfect, and one hundred percent theirs.

They didn’t stop in the front room. Or the kitchen. And they didn’t turn into the bedroom. Instead, Bane went right, straight to the little room where they... played.

Oh, fuck him. Yes. “I’m not going in there!” He screamed the words out, kicking again.

“Not your choice, baby.” Bane closed the door once they were in. Locked it. Only then was he put down.

They stood there, staring each other down, both breathing hard.

Then Bane grabbed Joey’s sweater and pulled him up hard against that amazing body, mouth coming down like a ton of bricks on his. He let himself feel that for a moment, just opening up, drowning for a moment in the kiss. Nobody kissed like Bane. Nobody.

Once he had his balance back, he started fighting again, giving them both what they needed. He was moved backward, slowly but surely, Bane stronger than him, more determined.

“I was working, you asshole.”

Bane snorted. “You were not.”

“Was too!” Fucker.

“You were throwing shit around.” Bane dragged him right over to the padded bench and pushed him over it on his stomach. It put him at exactly the right level for Bane to fuck him. Please God, please let Bane fuck him.

“I was frustrated! I’m on a deadline.”

“So am I.” There was a grin in Bane’s words.

Joey’s legs were spread, his right ankle put into a cuff. He kicked out with his left, the action somehow putting it right in Bane’s heavy hand.

“Good elf,” murmured Bane, hand stroking his sole before attaching the cuff.

Shackled to the padded bench, he opened up, trusted Bane with his truth. “I’m trapped, in my chest. It’s like I can’t breathe.”

“You know you can ask when you need things. You don’t have to throw tantrums.” Bane grabbed Joey’s right hand and stroked his palm several times before cuffing his wrist to the bench.

“I need to.” Sometimes. Lots of times. This whole... thing they’d found was newish still. Good and necessary, but newish.

Bane gave him a sudden, surprising grin as his other wrist was cuffed. “It’s kind of hot.”

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Get Lost in the Christmas Glow! (Hot Excerpt!)

Santa's Helpers: Christmas Glow by Megan Slayer   Cover art: Reneé George BIN: 06091-01955 Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes, Erotic Romance Theme(s): Magic, Seasonal Themes, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures Series: Santa's Helpers (#6) Length: Hot Flash Page Count: 30 Buy This Book for $2.99

And now for an excerpt!! "I'm glad." Well, glad until her time ran out. Pixie flattened her hands on his chest. His wish had come true. She couldn't hold back the smile any longer. She pushed that thought aside. She'd worry about the deadline later. "This sounds crazy, but I've dreamt of this moment." Nitro cupped her cheek. "More nights than I care to admit." He lowered his lips to hers. Pixie huddled against him and melted into his kiss. Sparks shot along her nerve endings. Heat from his touch seared her from within. She inched closer to him and raked her fingers down his back. A whimper escaped her lips. Nitro swallowed the whimper but broke their connection first. He rested his forehead on hers. A thin band of brown ringed the black in his eyes. Pink tinged his cheeks. "I want to strip you down and learn every inch of you." "We're supposed to be somewhere." "In my room," he replied. "Glow concert." Nitro recoiled a bit but didn't let her go. "It's sold out and I don't know that I want to leave this apartment. How do I know you won't disappear the moment we get into the hallway?" Pixie handed him the package she'd hidden behind her back. "This is for us." Nitro took the package from her hands. "Right now, the only present I need is you." He eased her back into his arms. "I've waited a long time for this. Never expected to hold you." He threaded his fingers into her hair. God he could get lost in the gold and green flecks in her eyes. She stared up at him through her lashes. "Kiss me?" "With pleasure." Nitro lowered his head and suckled her bottom lip into his mouth. The scent of peppermint floated around him. He smoothed one hand along her spine and cupped the back of her skull with the other. Pixie whimpered into his mouth. She clutched his shirt and rocked her hips. Each tiny movement sent shivers from his cock to his heart. He'd imagined this moment so many times. No more waiting. He broke the kiss first. "Want you," he puffed. Pixie nodded. "Yeah." She shoved her hands under his shirt and raked her nails down his chest. Nitro groaned and inched her to the closest wall. He captured her mouth once more and tangled his tongue with hers. She tasted as sweet as she smelled. He moved his hands up under her short skirt and hooked his fingers in her panties. He ran his thumbs over the fabric -- silk. Nice. He eased the panties down her hips. Pixie whimpered and broke the kiss. She wrapped one leg around his waist and rubbed against him. Nitro groaned. Holy hell, yes. He placed her on her feet long enough to pop the button on his fly and work the zipper on his jeans. He freed himself. Shit. They needed a condom. Sure, he wasn't about to sleep with anyone else but that didn't mean much. Protection was protection. "Just a moment." He left her against the wall and raced to the bathroom where he kept the condoms. Geez. Smooth wasn't his forte. He strode back into the living room and stopped short. Pixie had unzipped the front of her dress, giving him a delicious view of her lace-covered breasts. Damn. His mouth watered. He moved across the room and captured her in his arms. Nitro inched the strap of her bra down her shoulder. Pixie arched her back, offering herself to him. "Please?" Her one-word plead cut right through him. Nitro suckled on her nipple, rolling the tight bead in his mouth. Pixie clawed at him again. She grabbed the condom from him and rolled it down his dick. He shivered at her touch. God, it was going too fast. The whole coupling seemed to be flying by, but hell, he couldn't slow down. He needed her too much. Nitro hoisted her against his chest and pinned her between his body and the wall. "Yes," she murmured. "Want you."

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Snowflake – Expectations Of Being Good – Cynthia Sax

Merry, the heroine of my 2012 Christmas erotic romance Snowflake, is a Christmas fairy. Christmas fairies are supposed to bring happiness and cheer. They’re also supposed to be good, definitely ranked high on Santa’s good girl list.

Merry’s name creates almost unreasonable expectations. Everyone expects a person called Merry to be happy and… well… good.

Merry is NOT a good Christmas fairy and she’s not happy, especially during Christmas time. Everyone has someone and she has no one. She doesn’t even have a noble purpose. All of the other fairies and elves are making toys and loading sleighs. She earns her pay as the toy manufacturing plant’s slut, her body all that she has to give.

Yep, Merry is on Santa’s naughty list and she knows it. She doesn’t expect to receive any presents this year and she certainly doesn’t expect to find love.

Happily for Merry, love and presents aren’t solely reserved for the very good. A very, VERY bad demon is waiting to love Merry and he’s bringing presents.

SNOWFLAKE
By Cynthia Sax
Now Available From Changeling Press

Merry is the manufacturing plant slut. The Christmas Fairy performs her unofficial duties as a Santa's Helper on her back, bringing holiday cheer to the hard-working elves.
Nerva is the ancient demon known as the fairy killer. He pulls the wings off fairies, searching for a cure to his age-inflicted madness.
When bad meets bad, Christmas miracles happen.

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Since it's Getting Cold Outside... (I wish!)

Hey everyone! With winter closing in on us (December 21st), it's about time for colder weather. While some people aren't a fan of it, I love the cold. With hot weather, there's only so much you can do to stay cool. Cold weather, on the other hand, you can always pile on more clothes, blankets, cabana boys... whoops! That last part was supposed to be a secret.

Anyways, my heroine from Her Christmas Elf certainly finds someone to help warm her up. Namely, a sexy Finnish elf named Pekka. So instead of being able to transport us all to the forests of Finland to go scavenging for Christmas elves, I'll share something else to help keep the holidays warm and cozy.

If you all enjoy mulled spice wine, then you'll enjoy this recipe for Christmas Glögg, which I've had on my travels to Finland. So tasty! There's also a Christmas pastry called Joulutortut, which literally means Joulu (Christmas) and tortut (pastries). I've made them for my own Finn before. Mmm... yum! Anyways, that website, thisisFINLAND, shows a traditional Finnish Christmas dinner as well as more information about the country, including some gorgeous pictures.

But, if that's not enough to warm you up, here's an excerpt. *grin*

Excerpt:

Pekka picked her up along with the blanket and made his way to the bedroom, which gradually warmed due to the stove’s heat. He laid her on the bed, and the look in his eyes sent a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold through her spine. He unzipped her coat and piece by piece removed her clothing until she was in her underwear.

His breathing was a little heavier, and she couldn’t help but squirm beneath his penetrating gaze. “May I?” he asked, his hot hands resting on her shoulders. She wanted to press herself closer against him to drink in more of his warmth.

“Yes.”

After helping her into a sitting position, he slid his hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. The air kissed her breasts, and his gaze lowered. He licked his lips, and she looked down to see her nipples harden.

Desire pooled between her thighs, and she wanted this mysterious man. She wasn’t the type of woman to have one-night stands, but there was something almost magical about Pekka.

She leaned back and dropped her hands to the hem of her panties. Before she could remove them, Pekka had them down her legs. She took a shuddering breath and stared at him.

“This isn’t what I’d intended.” As he spoke, he stripped away his own clothes, revealing a deliciously muscular body used to hard work. “I’d only meant we should press our bodies together, but…”

She parted her legs as he climbed up her body. His cock stood ready for her, yet a flicker of doubt crossed his face before he could suppress it.

God, she must seem like a wanton hussy. Damn it.

He moved to her side, though the bed was small enough he wouldn’t be able to go far from her before falling to the floor. She rolled to her side, facing away from him. Before she knew it, they were under the blankets with the feel of his warm body against hers.

She cradled herself against him, trying to warm up.

Her Christmas Elf
Sarah Mäkelä
Genre: Erotic Urban Fantasy Romance

Traveling alone in Finland around Christmas isn't exactly what Vera Hayes had imagined she'd be doing. When her longtime boyfriend dumps her before the trip at the last minute, she decides to go anyways. However, she gets lost in a forest in Lapland and starts to panic until she runs into a magical man who looks suspiciously like an elf without the pointy ears. Pekka, one of Santa's elves, soothes away her worry and helps her find her way back to her cabin, giving her a Christmas Eve to remember.

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I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Sarah Mäkelä
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Fur For Christmas

December 2012 marks my sixth Changeling Christmas release.  And this year’s book, Wolf Run, was as enjoyable to write as Santa Six, my first holiday tale. Santa Six was a sci-fi Christmas story and the following year I wrote a werewolf tale, Canine Cop. Since then I’ve written Canine Call, Canine Christmas and Holiday Moon. Each book is about a werewolf/human relationship making each story a little bit furry.

This December is no exception. In my latest tale, Wolf Run, my werewolf hero, Cade is very attracted to Stella. Although Stella’s human, Cade really likes her scent. Stella knows what she wants for Christmas, fur.

If you like fur, I’ve posted a short excerpt from Wolf Run.

Merry Christmas

B.J.

Blurb

A winter storm has closed the highway to Ridgetop, but two werewolves refuse to disappoint the orphans at Iverson School on Christmas morning. Acting as Santa’s helpers, Cade and Oliver pack the presents on sleds and make a wolf run.

Iverson employees, Stella and Charlotte are waiting for the gifts to arrive, but are the sisters prepared for two hunky werewolves and the most memorable Christmas of their lives?

Excerpt

A tiny gasp escaped Stella's throat and her fingers gripped his shirt.

Cade wanted more. He ached to kiss her senseless, strip her naked and make love to her. Instead, he controlled his urges and released her. He had no idea if she'd ever been with a werewolf or how comfortable she was with his kind. The last thing he wanted to do was frightened her.

Stella opened her eyes and released his shirt. "I should open the wine," she said, her voice breathy. Then she spun on her heel and headed for the kitchen.

After he showered and changed into a clean shirt and jeans, Cade joined Stella in the living room. She'd turned off all the lights, except for those strung on the tree. Christmas music played softly and the earthy smell of pine competed with the sweet scent of woman.

Stella touched her glass of wine to his. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Stella."

As they sipped their wine Cade slipped his arm around Stella's shoulders. She leaned against him as if they'd cuddled before.

"You must miss being with your family."

"I'm surrounded by family daily. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with tonight than you."

She turned toward him, pressing her breast against side.

"I've been thinking about you, a lot," Cade said.

"I was tempted to write my phone number on the thank-you note as a hint for you to call."

"I wish you had. I was planning to look you up but thought I'd wait until the holidays were over. I figured you'd be busy with family."

"My parents are on a cruise, so Charlotte and I decided to stay in town."

Cade set his wine on the end table and cupped her face. Her features were so delicate and her skin was so soft. He prayed he wasn't misreading the look in her eyes. "Stella."

He settled his mouth over hers, kissing her gently. When her lips parted beneath his, Cade deepened the kiss. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her tight, but Cade needed to gauge her response.

Their tongues touched and Cade molded his mouth to hers. He sensed the increase of her body heat and the subtle change of her scent indicating her arousal. Still, he moved with caution. Werewolves accepted their primal urges, but they were raised to respect their partners and not treat relationships with casual indifference.

Cade lifted his head, breaking the kiss. He took her wine glass and set it next to his. He drew her back into his arms. This time she'd have to make the move. "Stella."

She placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him.

Delicious and enthralling, the kiss changed from a gentle exploration into a heated meeting of lips and tongue. She gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his muscles. Cade cupped her breast and felt the hard nub of her nipple through the soft material of her sweater. The heat of her arousal penetrated his nostrils.

His instincts told him she wanted him, but he had to be sure. It was Christmas Eve, and he was Stella's houseguest. Tonight wasn't about only sex and momentary lust. He wanted more than a one-night stand.

Cade cupped her face in his hands and broke the kiss. "I want you, Stella." He was so hard he hurt. "But I have to ask, how far you want this to go?"

"Because of what you are?"

"Yes."

Her green eyes sparkled. "Is sex different with werewolves?"

"When I'm in human form, the parts are the same as any man. And no I won't shift into a wolf when we make love." Cade inhaled a deep breath. The heat of her arousal was driving him crazy. If she didn't want to have sex, he was going to have to go outside and roll around in the snow naked.

Her eyes widened. "I hadn't thought about that. It's difficult for me to imagine you in wolf form. You're my first werewolf."

He took an alpha male pleasure in knowing Stella hadn't been with another wolf. Cade rose from the sofa. "This has to be right for you. I'll be right back."

He walked into the hallway and stripped off his shoes and clothing. He shifted. Fur sprang out, covering his skin as bone and muscle reformed. His jaw and teeth elongated, his ears became furry and pointed. Walking on four paws, he returned to Stella.

"Ohmigod. Can I touch you?"

Cade was pleased she hadn't reacted in horror and hadn't asked to pet him. He wasn't a dog or a wild animal. He looked her in the eyes. He wanted her to see him within the wolf. The man and the wolf were one in the same, only the physical forms differed.

"Your fur feels softer than I had imagined," she said, stroking him on the head. She looked him in the eye. "I see you, Cade."

Pleased with her reaction, Cade laid his head on her lap.

"I'm okay with this, Cade."

He shifted, forcing the change so quickly he transformed back into a man in seconds. Naked, he kneeled at her feet.

"Wow. It's amazing how you can do that."

He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. "I really like you, Stella. I want to make love to you, but you have to be completely comfortable with me."

Happy Holidays

Wolf Run is part of Changeling Press’ multi-author Christmas series, Santa’s Helpers.

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New Christmas Release: Decorating Spirit by Zenobia Renquist

Out now and part of the Santa's Helpers Changeling Press multi-author series...



Decorating Spirit
 Santa’s Helpers (multi-author series)
 by Zenobia Renquist

Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Erotic Urban Fantasy Romance, Interracial, Fey
Price: $2.99
Length: Novella

She’s making sure Christmas comes more than once this year.

The Spirit of Christmas should be a joyous person who can spread happiness around the world. Spir is anything but. His mood is as dark as the black clothes he wears. Danette is hired to change his clothing in hopes that his attitude will follow. Spir doesn’t want to cooperate. When she finally gets him out of his clothes, Danette discovers something harder than her job and much more enjoyable.

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EXCERPT:

She shrugged. “This might not have been my calling from birth, like you, but this is my life. I can’t do anything else. My only talent is enhancing people so they are better, brighter versions of themselves, or so everyone thinks they are better and brighter.”

 “And now you think you can make me better and brighter?”

 “I’m not trying to make you better, Spir. From where I’m standing, you’re perfect already. I’m just trying to make you brighter.” She grinned. “Okay, not brighter. Just less dark. Hence all the gray.”

 “Perfect?”

 “What about it?”

 “I’m not perfect.”

 “Dude, have you looked in a mirror ever? There are men who would sell their souls and the souls of their dear mommas to have your looks.”

 “I’m not bright like Kris.”

 “And your point is what?”

 “Women -- fey women -- have always ignored me and flocked to my brother.”

 “That makes them blind or stupid or both. Kris is gorgeous and so are you. You’re identical. And did you ever stop to think they were flocking to him because he was the heir of the house? He’s the head of the House of Kringle, the top house in the winter clan. Women would have been flocking to him if he looked like a troll because of the power he now holds.”

 Spir stared at her with wide, confused eyes.

 “I think the only one hung up on you being his shadow is you, Spir. You let the opinions of a bunch of gold diggers and opportunists determine your self worth. You’re the spirit of Christmas. It can’t exist without you. Even those who don’t believe in Santa do acknowledge you. Have you even visited humans around Christmas time?”

 He shook his head.

 “Did your uncle?”

 “I never saw him leave the North Pole.”

 “Well there you go. You’re basing your opinion on false information that further perpetuates your feelings of inadequacy. I was always taught that presents and a jolly fat man in a red suit don’t make Christmas. It’s the feeling inside. The giving -- not to be redundant -- spirit. The love of family and brotherhood and togetherness. Everything else is icing on the cake.” She took his hand and squeezed it. “You’re the cake, Spir.”

 His gaze went down to her hand and then back to her eyes. His earlier confusion had changed to surprise.

 She released him and stepped back, clearing her throat. She’d gotten too wrapped up in her preaching. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to start lecturing you. It’s one of my bad habits.”

 “It’s fine.” He raised the hand she’d held and looked at it as though he’d never seen it before. “It’s completely fine.” He lowered his hand and turned his attention back to her. A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips. “Your enthusiasm has rubbed off on me.”

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Christmas Elves are Ringing by Sean Michael

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When Changeling made the call for Santa's Helpers stories for Christmas, I had a pair of elves step right up. Well, Joey was grumbly and bah-humbuggy, but Bane knew exactly how to beat that out of him (literally!) *grins*

Joey's the best doll maker at Santa's workshop, but he's fed up with making them and all their accessories. In fact, he's having a tantrum of epic proportions. The big guy sends Joey's lover Bane in to give Joey an attitude adjustment. Can Bane work his magic in time for them to make sure Santa's sleigh is full this year?

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Excerpt:

Fucking dolls.

Fucking satin dresses.

Fucking curls and eyelashes and...

Joey threw the clay molds across the room, the fucking things shattering. If he had to design one more motherfucking pink sparkly high-heeled shoe... He’d set the entire goddamn North Pole on fire.

“Merry fucking Christmas to you too, Joey.” Bane stood in the doorway of Joey’s workshop, hands on his hips, the little bauble on the top of his hat hanging over into his eyes.

“Fuck off. You’re supposed to knock!”

Bane was here. Bane was here. That meant he could lose his shit, totally, completely, and it would be okay.

“Not when the big guy sends me, I don’t. Not when he tells me to take care of my house before the entire year’s production is screwed up.” Bane tugged off his stupid hat and began to stalk toward Joey.

“Your house? Your house? I’m... I’m the best designer they have!” He backed away, his heart beating a little faster. “I invented Darling Daisy. I did Nikki Little. The entire line of Fashion Forwards? Mine!”

“He meant where we bed and eat, baby. Not the toy making.” Bane rumbled at him, moving closer. “You’re being a bad elf -- a very naughty elf -- and I’m here to fix it.”

“You keep your pointy ears over there.” Joey was having a snit. Damn it. A few growls from Bane was not going to derail it, either.

“No can do. The boss was very clear on what my only duties were until you’re in a much better mood.” Bane kept moving toward him, and Joey swore he could even smell the elf.

He put the worktable between them. “Don’t you have something in the garage to use a wrench on?”

“Not unless I drag you to the garage.”

“I’m not going to the garage.” He moved a little faster, his achingly hard cock making it hard to maneuver properly.

“No, I’ve got somewhere else in mind.” Bane was still moving, pushing him toward the back door of his workroom.

“No. No. Busy. Making more impossible fucking shoes so little Betsy has her dream doll and sweet Lucy gets everything she’s wished for.” It was the same shit every year. Same shit, different dolls. He was fucking stunning at his job, and Santa knew it.

“You’re not listening to me. The boss wants you off the floor and in my bed until you’ve had an attitude adjustment.” Bane was suddenly a whole lot closer. How did the man do that?

“You stop that.” Joey held one hand out, shook his head.

Bane grabbed his hand and pulled him up tight against his tall, strong body.

“No. I have deadlines.” Dresses to design. Faces to paint. Little accessories to create.

Bane pursed his lips. “You aren’t listening to me. This comes straight from the bo- Oh, fuck it.” Bending, Bane hoisted him up, fireman carry style. Strong arms wrapped around his legs, and he was carried like a sack of potatoes out into the cold.

Joey squealed, fists beating on Bane’s ass. He hated winter. Eggnog. Sparkly lights. Fucking peppermint!

“You’re just making this harder on yourself, Joey.”

He certainly didn’t seem to be slowing Bane down any, his lover marching them toward their little house at the far end of the compound. They were in the last one before the vast, endless landscape of snow. His screams couldn’t disturb anyone that way.

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this job! I was in Palm Beach, freelancing for Mattel! Happy and tanned!” Elves belonged at the Pole, Bane had said. $You’re meant for this work.$ Bah.

“I’ll give you tanned.” One big hand landed on Joey’s ass. Hard.

Oh, fuck. That was hot.

Sean Michael
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Christmas Glow and Great Tunes!

I love Christmas. It's the best time of the year. Why ? Everyone is generally in a good mood and the joy of giving is everywhere. In my story, Christmas Glow is about giving in to wishes and believing your deepest desire can come true. Nitro Hicks loves spinning records. Heck, if he had his way, he'd never leave the studio booth. But he's got to if he wants to see the bad he loves live. Who is this band? Glow! He's over the moon for those hard songs with the rollicking bass and the love songs filled with soul and over the top lyrics. But the best part of the band? The girl he met at their Cleveland concert. Pixie. She's nothing like the women he's dated. She's shy and sweet, but so beautiful. He's entranced by her, but once the music stopped, she left. Was she a dream? Nope. He found her via a Glow chat and forum. She's an elf and works for the guy at the North Pole. Some guys might run from a challenge. Nitro? He's open to the challenge of seeing her again. But this bad boy hasn't been on the nice list since he was two. Can this bady boy reform himself for the love of a elfin woman or is he destined to spend his days spinning the records that makes the rest of the world fall in love? Want to find out? Read Christmas Glow!

Santa's Helpers: Christmas Glow

by Megan SlayerCover art: Reneé George

BIN: 06091-01955

Genre(s): Urban Fantasy, Hot Flashes, Erotic Romance

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

Series: Santa's Helpers (#6)

Length: Hot Flash

Page Count: 30

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