Be careful what you ask Santa for—you just might get it. Suellen
confesses to an angelic hobo she's befriended on Christmas Eve that she
lusts after the cover model on her romance novel because he reminds her
of Carlos, a shy, handsome trucker who frequents her coffee shop.
Santa's helper Carlos is given instructions by his friend Ol' Nick to
make Suellen's dreams come true, and when Carlos finds out what they
are, he can't wait. A little snow, a bearskin rug, and some fuzzy
handcuffs make it a very Merry Christmas for the two lovers!
Excerpt: Suellen wakes up and discovers Carlos in her bed Christmas morning.
Suellen took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Hmm…Carlos
smelled of good honest sweat and soap and what all. She took another deep
breath. That was a big mistake. The aroma of his aftershave mixed with the warm
musk of a muscular male body made her head spin.
She could see him, feel him, smell him and, perhaps she
could even taste him. This was the most realistic hallucination she’d ever
experienced. What a way to come out of a hangover.
“You work for Santa Claus and not a trucking company?” she
babbled.
“Both. I started working for Santa a few years ago in
between driving jobs.” He chuckled. “His big
little helper, he likes to call me.”
Suellen found her gaze wandering from Carlos’ bright grin to
the big bulge in his Speedo. “Uh-huh. So, tell me…How many other lonely women
have you helped this way for dear old
Santa?”
He frowned as a cloud of hurt descended over his ebony eyes.
His hands gripped her shoulders tighter. “You’re the first. I promise. I
usually help Santa deliver gifts to illegal immigrants and others who hang out
in remote places. I also travel along the river on Christmas Eve and give out
gifts of food and blankets in the shanty towns.”
“What a wonderful thing, helping those less fortunate.” She
relaxed slightly, but she couldn’t block out the effects of his masculine
presence.
“Glad you approve and don’t think I’m a stalker.”
“No, of course you
aren’t, and I didn’t mean to doubt you.” Suellen took a deep breath and
regretted it. His spicy cologne scent possessed the same mind-numbing effect as
the little hobo’s whiskey. “It’s just I’m usually not such a naughty girl. I mean, I’ve been on
Santa’s good girl's list for years—so
he’s told me.”
Carlos smiled. “Yes, he told me. It’s why he didn’t want you
to be alone anymore.”
Santa's Big Little Helper is now available at eXtasy Books and wherever fine ebooks are sold!
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