Sunday 14 December 2014

Read This Week #119

The deal with all those books I’ve read this week
 

Celine Chatillon

Another one of our mf author, this one though has been out awhile and is offing up a story from her backlist.

This is the first time I’ve heard of Celine, mostly, I believe because I read very little het stuff anymore, and the ones I do read are from the series I love from before finding mm. anyway enough about me.

A quick stalking, and it seems to me she writes more towards the fantasy side, but definitely erotic romance, with contemporary scattered throughout. anyway, enough about what I don’t know, here an excerpt comes from her Christmas story Yes, Virginia, Here Comes Santa Claus


When Brad "The Rude Reporter" Rudner opens a letter to the editor from a lonely lady who says she doesn't believe in Santa after her fiance dumped her, he feels it's his duty revive her faith in the jolly old elf. A red garter belt and fishnet stockings help "good girl" Ginny get on Santa's "naughty" list, and "Santa Brad" can't help but lose his heart to the dark, exotic beauty.
"Santa" reached into his bag and handed Ginny a long box.
“Thank you.” She untied the ribbon and opened the container. Her eyes flew open wide.
“Do you like it?”
“Like it?” she squeaked. “Ahem. Santa, I never knew the elves made these sort of toys up at the North Pole.”
The life-sized, penis-shaped vibrator with several attachments and rechargeable batteries totally redefined the words ‘good girl’ in her vocabulary.
He chuckled. “You could say the elves and I have been branching out in recent years. Let’s see what else we have in here for Ginny.”
He reached deep into the sack and withdrew an extra large candy cane.
“Sweets for the sweets,” he said, handing her the traditional snack of Christmas. “There’s some chocolate kisses in here, too.”
“Yummy.”
Ginny unwrapped the candy cane and began noisily sucking on the straight end. Santa’s eyes followed her every moment as she took more and more into her generous mouth and slowly moved the stick up and down in a rhythmic fashion. The smells of mint and sexual excitement hung heavy in the air between them.
“Hmm…I can’t ever get enough,” she said breathlessly.
He gasped. The bulge in Santa’s jeans rivaled the North Pole itself. Ginny smiled. So… there wasn’t ice water flowing through his veins.
“Yes… I can see that you’re a very good girl. But there are just a few more things I want to give you before I’ll let you properly ‘thank’ Santa...”