Christmas and Boxing Day have ended and what a lot of fun we elves have been having this year. I’m Pip, the elf from PIP’S BOXING DAY WISH, and your regular contributor on this Countdown to Xmas blog. It has been fun reading the posts other elves have made throughout the month, although Monday a certain elf who shall remain nameless— Jimmy — was talking smack about me on Silvia Violet’s blog. Sorry you had to deal with that Silvia. But it can’t be helped. Jimmy’s just a jealous bitch. Eric told me I should be nice to him, but Erik just doesn’t know Jimmy like I do. One time he put salt in my hot cocoa and I was sick for two days!
Enough about him. Thanks for hosting me Kerry. I brought along a free short story for your readers here: Naughty North Pole Book 4.5. It’s about my anniversary present to for Erik. As you may know, we met two years ago when we both signed up for MS. CLAUS’S LIST. Ever since Boxing Day, we’ve been happily living together here at the North Pole. And let me tell you it was cray-cray up here on Christmas Eve, while Ms. C had her party and Santa delivered the toys. Santa finished his Christmas Eve ride in record-breaking time. He did it in 23.1 hours. I’m so proud of my Erik and his reindeer handlers, making sure the team was fast enough for Santa’s ride.
The hottest rumor going around right now is that Lars spent Christmas in Rudolph’s cabin! Now if you don’t know who Rudolph is, it’s not like the song Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. Rudolph used to be Santa’s lead reindeer handler, but he disappeared after a misunderstanding about breeding reindeer with glowing noses—or so Erik tells me. Now Rudolph lives like a hermit up on Sugar Plum Ridge and no elf has seen him in decades! But after Santa sent Lars to his cabin, there’s talk of Rudolph coming to visit Lars!
If you wanna find out what happened, guess you better read FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH. I brought along an excerpt below. Before you leave, make sure you enter the rafflecopter thingy below so that you can win all the books in THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE. You can catch a list of all the dates HERE. The winner will be announced on New Year’s Eve!
This Monday Lars will be visiting http://paisleybrownerotica.blogspot.com/ Maybe he will share some of his story!
Hope you are having a merry holiday season like we are at the North Pole!
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Naughty North Pole Book Four
Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he’s been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph’s cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
“What were you thinking?” my rescuer growled as he put his sword away. “These damn sleigh bells are like painting a big target on your back that says ‘come eat me.’”
His crusty demeanor and bad temper irked me. “Well, how in the name of Christmas was I supposed to know that I would get attacked by a yeti?”
“Never mind,” he said with a surly grunt. “Get over here.”
Tamping down my frustrated tears—I’d almost been killed and this guy was scolding me like I was a wayward child—I joined him, having no idea how he intended to free the animals when they were thrashing about, tangling themselves even worse.
The warrior removed his gloves. To my shock, his hands appeared normal, no claws or magic sparks or anything. Without fear of the beasts or their projectile antlers, he placed one hand on each reindeer, whispering words I didn’t understand. The soothing melody of them made me think he might be speaking the ancient language of the Elven races, but I had no idea what he said.
Instantly, the beasts calmed.
I stared in shock, my adrenaline still pumping. “How did you—?”
Eyes that had first appeared to be glowing stared out from above the balaclava covering his face. Snowflakes sparkled atop heavy lashes and the slight red in his brown irises indicated he was not a god, but rather a Dökkálfar.
“No time for explanation, my young elf,” he said. “We have to get them free.”
Nodding obediently, I agreed to help.
I assisted the best I could, holding the things he told me to hold while he did all the work. Lula was the first one loose and the second she realized it, she bolted and ran up the ridge.
“Wait!” I called after her.
“She’ll be fine,” the other elf told me. “Lula knows the way to my barn. Help me with Betty. She looks hurt.”
“Lula poked her with an antler.”
“Doesn’t surprise me with that one. Lula’s a real pistol.” I could hear the smile in his voice and, when it wasn’t yelling at me, it was a very pleasant, youthful sound, one that soothed me as much as it had the beasts. Though a dead yeti lay mere feet from me, I suddenly felt safe and protected beside this elf.
“Well, Betty,” he said to the reindeer. “Let’s see if ol’ Lula got you for real this time, or if you’re fit enough to walk.”
Thankfully, once he released the harnesses, she was able to stand. After he ran his big hands over her withers and legs, he buried his face against hers, whispering more of those ancient words. She huffed a few frosty breaths and tossed her head, as if nodding.
“What’s your name, elf?” he asked me.
“Well, Lars, what say you and I let Betty carry us out of this place before any more yetis show up?”
“Sure,” I said, letting out a whoosh of breath. Curious, I stared at the big, fur-covered elf but already had my suspicions about the answer. “Who are you?”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.