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With Sahn-Tah Keelas on his honeymoon, the Christmas Dragon is going to have to deliver all the toys. Too bad he doesn't have the Oldest Elf's stamina, he collapses on Maggie's front lawn and has some severe explaining to do. Will she believe that the flying lizard means no harm even after he shows her his naked and helpless and hunky human form? Time for strategic application of the Santa hat.
Excerpt:
Maggie
listened to the gentle crackle of her fire and hummed along with the
Celtic Christmas Carols that were playing. It was a solitary Christmas
for her this year, her sister had succumbed to breast cancer during
the summer and it had been hard for her to keep her mood cheerful
during the holidays. Mandy
had been bright, happy and the kind of sister one could only dream of.
She had caught the tumour too late and the rounds of chemo had only
slowed her inevitable death. Until the end, she had tried to
keep Maggie's spirits up, the sick ministering to the depressed and
hopeless. It would have been funny if it hadn't been so bittersweet. This
Christmas, instead of friends and family, Maggie was at her mountain
cabin and watching the wonders of the winter world. Each day of life
was a miracle and the constant references to her sister's demise were
a quick way to wrench her out of the holiday spirit. She remembered
Mandy with every breath that she took, but wanted to remember her
life, not her death. Life in the mountains did just that. She
had decorated the cabin just the way she liked it, with fresh boughs
of evergreens and big blue bows. Judicious dashes of red and silver
completed her decor and created a beautiful effect. More than one tear
fell as she decorated, but she pushed on through until she had a home
that felt and smelled like Christmas. Her
last step was to go and find a tree. That would wait for the morning.
Only an idiot wandered around the mountainside at night.
It
was odd to be woken with a crash, but that was definitely the sound
that went on and on through the otherwise silent night. "What the
hell?" She
was out of bed and slithering into her jeans and boots in a matter of
seconds. Her coat went on over her nightshirt and she pulled her
earmuffs on while she made for the door and grabbed the high-powered
flashlight. Whatever had made that crash was big and if an aircraft
had landed in the area, she wanted to offer what help she could.
Outside, she grabbed her toboggan and hauled it behind her. There was
the noise of still-falling trees to follow and a bright blue glow that
radiated from the crash site. Something
had hit hard. The path she was following was large enough for a
commercial aircraft, but when she got within two hundred feet, the
glow suddenly winked out. It was obviously not a fire. She moved as
quickly as she could with the toboggan banging along behind her. The
snow had been planed flat so she didn't have to watch her footing as
carefully as she otherwise would, but she still stumbled to a halt
when the crater appeared in front of her. Inside the vast hole in the
snow was a figure and as she stumbled down the slope, it turned into a
man. A very naked man. Well,
he wasn't naked precisely. He was wearing a Santa hat and that was
all. She
rolled him over and checked him from head to toe. Part of her would
have considered it a fun occupation under other circumstances, but for
now, she breathed a sigh of relief at his lack of broken limbs and
discoloration. He
should have been blue or white with cold, but he wasn't. That worried
her. His pulse was strong so she took a chance and loaded him on to
the toboggan and tucked her jacket around his torso, and with a twist
of her lips, she put the Santa hat over his endowments. It would keep
her eyes on the path in front of her. She
hauled him back to her cabin, smiling with relief as they regained the
warmth provided by the banked fire. With only her pyjama top to heat
her torso, she was shivering and sweating at the same time. Not a good
combination in cold weather. Maggie
pulled her cargo into the area in front of the fireplace and stoked
the blaze. The embers flared to life and she added wood slowly
to the fire until it was crackling happily again. With the matter of
heat taken care of, she turned back to her guest and removed her
jacket to replace it with the blanket she kept on the sofa. Steeling
her nerves, she shucked her gloves and muffs to start checking his
limbs for breaks that were not obvious. His muscled limbs felt
wonderful and shockingly warm under her hands, but they were intact.
His arms and shoulders would have done credit to a Greek statue, but
they were whole and very hard. She
tilted her head and assessed his cleanly chiseled jaw line and the
light curls of his wavy, black hair. It was so dark as to be blue and
it set off the bronze of his complexion perfectly. The wings of his
brows arched over his deep set eyes and blade of a nose. It was kind
of fun to examine him as he was unawares, but as she touched the locks
on the side of his face, the point to his ear stunned her. Her fingers
reached out to touch and at that moment, his eyelids flew open. Her
hand was caught in an iron grip and he turned to one side, dropping
both the hat and the blanket. "Where am I?" "You
are in my cabin in the mountains. I found you in a crater." "A
crater? Really? I must have been hauling." He blinked his deep
blue eyes and his thick lashes caressed his cheeks. His gaze raked
over her from head to toe and he quirked his mouth. "Interesting
fashion choice." Blushing,
she followed his gaze to the almost transparent top, well-worn and
well-loved with a kitten on it. His focus seemed fixed on her visible
nipples so she crossed her arms. "I was asleep and I heard this
crash. I went to see if I could help." "And
you found me and dragged me back here on this conveyance? You are a
brave woman to be running out into the dark and cold to offer help to
strangers." He shifted toward her and freed himself from the
wooden bars of the toboggan. His obvious erection was now within
touching distance. With
her face flaming from his proximity, she grabbed for the hat and
flipped it onto his stiff cock. "Put that away. It's a little
early in the morning for me." Available now from Extasy Books
And to find out why the Christmas Dragon is on
duty...check out The Oldest Elf
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