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
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Showing posts with label Santa's Helpers. Show all posts
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Where to find more Christmas stuff
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
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| 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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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.
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.
Sean Michael
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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
Dark, Magical Encounters of Passion...
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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.
Buy Now: Changeling Press
I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Sarah Mäkelä
Dark, Magical Encounters of Passion...
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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
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Saturday, December 15, 2012
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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~ Zenobia
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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.
Buy Now: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1961
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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~ Zenobia
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Christmas Elves are Ringing by Sean Michael
Good afternoon!
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
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
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
smut fixes everything
www.seanmichaelwrites.com
Christmas Glow and Great Tunes!
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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Punk Bears and Christmas Snow ~ Dreams Come True
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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So thrilled to be here!
Thank you
Goddess Fish! I love coming over to your site - it's always a lot of fun. Hi to
all my fellow Naughty Changelings. And most important, hello to all the
wonderful readers out there - without whom my stories would still be written,
but would end up in boxes upon boxes (or backups upon backups now-a-days). You
are what makes writing so much fun!
So, tell me, what’s on your Christmas wish list this year?
Nipple clamps? That new leather crop you spied in the window of your favorite
adult store? Maybe something more adventurous like a DP vibrator? Toys, don’t
get me wrong, are fabulous items to have. A must have, if you ask me. But what
if you could receive similar pleasures without them? And without the multiple
men to make that dream come true?
Imagine being bathed by a tongue that can tantalize your
nipples and stroke across his cock at the same time. Or how about the infamous
double penetration aspect, with one beauty of a male providing the stimulation?
Yes, I do wonder about these scenarios late at night. It’s the great big “what
if” factor that keeps my fingers typing.
Seriously, though, wouldn’t these touches and sensations
send you sky-high?
In my latest release, Santa’s
Helpers: Zarakion’s Tip, my heroine finds out the answer is yes, yes, yes!
This Santa's Helper is paranormal, and it involves fantasy
creatures. An elf and a demon, to be precise. Why go otherworld and not use contemporary
humans? Easy, because I wanted the intimacy between the characters to occur in
such a way that it would be impossible for humans to manipulate without the toy
factor. I wanted skin on skin. Flesh to flesh. With all the scents and sounds
and delights that can only come from one touch to another. Toss in the fact that I love to write about elves, and this story practically wrote itself.
To me, elves are the
epitome of sensual. I see them as lithe, petite, open and uninhibited
creatures that are always willing to try something new. In this case, my elf,
Taryn, works for a special delivery system of the North Pole. She’s a newbie to
the job and the other elves arrange for her take the dreaded trip to deliver
packages to Hell. When she arrives and meets the Demon in Receiving she’s
intimated at first, but true to her nature, curiosity wins. As the story
unfolds, Taryn and her Demon, Zarakion, explore the many ways the two are
different, yet match so well together.
Perhaps while you’re shopping this Christmas season and need
a few minutes to unwind, you’ll consider picking up a copy of Zarakion’s Tip. I will say this, the
antics of my characters may not be possible in the “norm” of humans, but it
will make you take a new look at your toy collection and consider what other
items you’ll want to add to your naughty list.
Ayla
Ayla Ruse
~Ensnare yourself in love
Santa’s Helpers: Zarakion’s Tip
– where delivery tips come in all shapes and sizes, is available now from Changeling
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