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."
Praise for An Orgasm for Christmas
"Marteeka Karland's story draws you in with intriguing characters you can't forget."
4 Cherries! -- Tiger Lily, Whipped Cream Reviews
"I loved this enchanting, erotic, quick read. This sweet and spicy romantic winter treat will definitely melt your winter blues."
5 Hearts! -- Theresa Joseph, The Romance Studio
"Marteeka Karland delivers an erotic and sexy Christmas story that can easily bring a smile to your face all year round."
4.5 Blue Ribbons! -- Chrissy, Romance Junkies
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Holiday Howlz: An Orgasm For Christmas
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Copyright ©2009 Marteeka Karland
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."
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." She couldn't help the dreamy grin she knew had split her face. Several wonderfully erotic images popped into her head. All of them starring the sexy Santa.
His naughty grin melted her insides and made her wings quiver. This elf was definitely a Santa of a different variety.
"Only one orgasm?"
"You knew what I was going to ask for, didn't you?"
He chuckled, and the hand he had around her back stroked her wings slowly and sensually. "I'm Santa. I know everything. Didn't you know that?"
"I don't see anyone else over here. Your reputation definitely doesn't precede you. Perhaps you don't know as much as you think."
He laughed then, a great belly laugh that made Rose laugh too. "Oh my, Rose! You are truly a special faery. Only you would have the audacity to bring Santa down to size on Christmas Eve."
"Well." Rose squirmed, but he held her fast. "I only meant you could most definitely have any woman -- or man -- in the forest tonight. If you really did know everything, you'd know that I've apparently contracted a fatal, disfiguring disease because no one is getting near me tonight."
Again, he laughed. This time he had to wipe tears from his eyes, but he kept a solid grip on Rose so she was unable to slip from his lap and kick him in the shins. Despite her annoyance, his laughter was infectious, and she couldn't help but smile, though she tried valiantly not to.
"Did it ever occur to you I might be the tiniest bit territorial, Rose? Perhaps I warned everyone off. Perhaps I knew what I wanted and had no intention of letting you have fun without me."