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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Rose has the winter blues. For three Christmases she's been the consummate wallflower at the Magical Forest Christmas Festival and she wanted so badly for this one to be different. She's about to give up and leave in disappointment yet again when she spots Father Christmas. Marching herself over to him, she plops down in his lap. "And what is your Christmas wish this year, my dear?" His rich, deep voice inspires trust, but she'd have asked for her wish no matter what. "I want the biggest screaming orgasm the Magical Forest has ever seen."
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: July 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [30 KB]
Words: 5428
Reading time: 15-21 min.

Praise for An Orgasm for Christmas "I loved this enchanting, erotic, quick read. This sweet and spicy romantic winter treat will definitely melt your winter blues." -- Theresa Joseph, The Romance Studio

"And what do you want for Christmas, little one?"

The question had been burning inside Rose's mind since the Forest Santa had asked the first child early that evening. Now, after hearing the same question about five million times throughout the night, she thought she had an answer. At least for herself.

Until the Christmas she'd come of age three years before, the Yule festivals had been the highlight of Rose's year. She loved Christmas time even better than Spring. Her mother claimed Rose would be a snow faery when she grew up. Rose didn't know what she wanted; she only knew her heart was happiest in the winter. Christmas especially.

Now that she was as free to seek her pleasures as any other adult fae, she hadn't been able to find anyone interested in her. Since she'd turned eighteen, she hadn't danced a single dance with anyone other than her father or Gaelen, the Forest King. Even the stupid party games that had seemed so much fun before had lost their appeal. All she wanted to do was find a handsome man, have wild, passionate sex with him, and wake up the morning after snuggled in bed with the sheets tangled around them. Such was the way of all Forest creatures.

Since she'd come of age, however, every man in sight avoided her like she had some kind of fungus. She'd watched from the wallflower's table with other Elf and faery maidens not yet promised. Unlike the other maidens, she hadn't danced even a single dance with a prospective lover. It was happening again tonight, too.

Stupid party. She blew a strand of unruly curls out of her eyes.

As the last song ended, Gaelen raised his hands for silence. "It's time," he announced, "for all children to go to bed."

A collective, "Awwww, man!" went up from the little ones around the assembly. Rose couldn't help but smile. She remembered not wanting to leave all the fun.

"Now, now," the king chuckled. "Off to bed. You know Santa won't deliver your presents unless you're sleeping. Besides, if you're naughty tonight..." He let his last statement trail off, leaving them to ponder the consequences. It was enough to send children scampering away and to make adults smile or even laugh. Parents waved good-bye to the single and childless partygoers as they followed excited young ones home.

Rose sighed. She had just decided to turn in herself when she noticed Santa leaning against a tree, looking directly at her. Curious, Rose wondered who he was. This was a new Santa. Strange she hadn't noticed before, but this definitely wasn't the same Father Christmas of previous years.

This one was taller, bigger. His hair was long and platinum blond, not the snowy white it should have been, and he hadn't yet grown a beard.

When he beckoned her to him, she went without hesitation. A new Santa happened only once in a lifetime. There was usually a celebration just after All Hallows Eve to welcome a new Santa and his wife into their duties. Apparently not this year.

"You're new." It was obvious, and not her usual snappy self, but she had to say something. For some reason, her stomach quivered and sweat dampened her body. Her tongue stuck to the inside of her mouth, and she had to swallow a couple of times.

He only smiled and sat down in the big, plush chair near the tree. Rose remembered the children gathering around the huge thing earlier. It may have been a large chair to anyone else, but it fit this man perfectly. His big body filled the space comfortably.

When he had situated himself, he spread his arms out to Rose in welcome. "Come. Sit with me." His deep, baritone voice rumbled through her insides, sending erotic vibrations straight to her clit. "Tell me what you want for Christmas."

He sat with his legs spread slightly, his nearly knee-high boots hugging his calves lovingly. Almost as lovingly as the brown pants trimmed in forest green molded to his thighs. Rose figured she could see every muscle hugged by his coverings. The matching vest rested over an ecru-colored shirt with billowing sleeves. Both opened at his throat halfway down his chest. Blond curls peeked through the opening, and Rose had the sudden urge to trail her fingers through it. His hair kissed his shoulders, barely brushing the tops as he moved his head. She clenched her hands into fists to keep from reaching out to him.

Rose thought briefly about her answer, but lying to Santa didn't seem to be in her best interests. Besides, one look in his eyes -- one spine-tingling, pussy-clenching look -- and there was no way she was telling him anything other than the truth.

"I want an orgasm for Christmas."