ALPHAS FOR XMAS!
My own steamy rom-com read, MY SINFUL SANTA (Three Naughty Tales) is now available as part of BookFunnel’s mega “An Alpha for Christmas” promo… A spicy potpourri showcasing dozens of holiday romances by a variety of current authors whose work you need to get to know. Peruse the goodies here:
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Here’s a filthy-funny snippet from story number one, “Santa Baby Brother-In-Law,” straight from the mind of my frustrated hero:
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Freaking, I squinted down at my tented crotch, acknowledging I had less than ten seconds to make myself scarce before that front door burst open.
I threw Ginny a helpless look and bolted out of the den and down her pretty hallway to the kitchen, grabbing a few clean glasses out of a cupboard and a bottle of dish soap. Humming as if I hadn’t a care in the world, I proceeded to wash and rewash the mothers, pinning myself against a sparkling farmhouse sink.
La tee dah tee dah…
Twenty short seconds ticked by before my nosy-ass sister was breathing behind me.
“Van! You’re still here? Whatever are you doing over there?”
What does it look like I’m doing, dummy? I’m playing scullery maid while I wait for this massive cockstand to go down, that’s what I’m fucking doing.
Clearing my throat, I answered without turning, making my voice all casual.
“Snow was coming down pretty hard, so Gin and I had a drink and chewed the fat. We, uh, we were talkin’ about her paintings.”
I knew this was a pretty safe lie, seeing as no one in my clueless family took Ginny’s talent seriously.
As predicted, Donna snorted loudly, her retort dripping with disdain.
“Paintings! Those huge squares of messy scribbles? Honestly, I just don’t get it.”
No, sis, you wouldn’t.
After washing the same piece of crystal for the fiftieth time, I set it to the side, slowly pivoting. My junk had finally settled, and I couldn’t very well stand there pouring Palmolive down a sink drain forever.
Avoiding my sibling’s eyes, I simulated a fake yawn, making for the doorway.
“Well, guess I’ll head out now.”
Cold fingers grabbed my flannel.
“Van… Are you all right? How much have you had to drink? You look all flushed and sweaty.”
No shit. That’s what sucking face and licking tits will do to a man.
***
Need more holiday heat? Get the rest here… These three bad-boy Santas are available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/3oGRDw2
https://books.bookfunnel.com/acowboyf...
Here’s a filthy-funny snippet from story number one, “Santa Baby Brother-In-Law,” straight from the mind of my frustrated hero:
***
Freaking, I squinted down at my tented crotch, acknowledging I had less than ten seconds to make myself scarce before that front door burst open.
I threw Ginny a helpless look and bolted out of the den and down her pretty hallway to the kitchen, grabbing a few clean glasses out of a cupboard and a bottle of dish soap. Humming as if I hadn’t a care in the world, I proceeded to wash and rewash the mothers, pinning myself against a sparkling farmhouse sink.
La tee dah tee dah…
Twenty short seconds ticked by before my nosy-ass sister was breathing behind me.
“Van! You’re still here? Whatever are you doing over there?”
What does it look like I’m doing, dummy? I’m playing scullery maid while I wait for this massive cockstand to go down, that’s what I’m fucking doing.
Clearing my throat, I answered without turning, making my voice all casual.
“Snow was coming down pretty hard, so Gin and I had a drink and chewed the fat. We, uh, we were talkin’ about her paintings.”
I knew this was a pretty safe lie, seeing as no one in my clueless family took Ginny’s talent seriously.
As predicted, Donna snorted loudly, her retort dripping with disdain.
“Paintings! Those huge squares of messy scribbles? Honestly, I just don’t get it.”
No, sis, you wouldn’t.
After washing the same piece of crystal for the fiftieth time, I set it to the side, slowly pivoting. My junk had finally settled, and I couldn’t very well stand there pouring Palmolive down a sink drain forever.
Avoiding my sibling’s eyes, I simulated a fake yawn, making for the doorway.
“Well, guess I’ll head out now.”
Cold fingers grabbed my flannel.
“Van… Are you all right? How much have you had to drink? You look all flushed and sweaty.”
No shit. That’s what sucking face and licking tits will do to a man.
***
Need more holiday heat? Get the rest here… These three bad-boy Santas are available on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/3oGRDw2
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