When Jake rescues a wounded reindeer less than two weeks before Christmas, he doesn't realize he has found one of Santa's reindeer-shifters.
The adorable shifter is willing to show his gratitude in sexy ways Jake never expected, but once he flies away will he be gone forever, or will he return as promised on Christmas day?
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Praise for Oh My Deer
"Set in the snowy wilds of Alaska, this story made me smile... there is more than a touch of magic to this version of Santa and his reindeer. If you like stories with a bit of paranormal magic thrown in, if you enjoy reading about two men who may seem to be an unlikely couple but turn out to be each other�s perfect match, and if you�re looking for a fun, entertaining read in a Christmas setting, then you might like this short story."
-- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
"Simply adorable. I liked that there was more than magic as an explanation for Santa and what he can do in an evening. Also, that they work more than just one night a year. It was a nice twist on the usual 'believing in magic' explanation. Holiday fluff + shifter fluff = WIN!"
-- 4 Stars from Breann, The Romance Reviews
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Oh My Deer (Peppermint Twist)
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Copyright ©2014 Saloni Quinby
Jake woke early after an uneasy sleep. He'd awakened a couple of times during the night, thinking about the caribou. Soon it would be time to get up anyway, and Jake didn't bother trying to fall back to sleep. He rose, washed and dressed. At this time of morning, he could get some great shots for his book, but after he checked on the caribou.
He walked to the shed and entered carefully. Sadly, the caribou was still down. Jake had hoped the animal would be on his feet.
"Feeling any better, boy?" he said, kneeling beside his furry guest. Those calm blue eyes stared at Jake, and an indescribable pang tore through him. He caressed the caribou's muzzle. Glancing toward the bucket, he noticed some of the water was gone. "You must have gotten up to have a drink. That's a good sign. Just rest. I'll be back a little later to see how you're doing."
Jake left the shed and spent the next hour taking pictures. When he returned to check on the caribou, it still hadn't moved.
"You're a shifter all right," Jake said, disgusted at himself for even thinking such a thing. He blamed it on the mystical experience of bonding with a wild animal on a wintry Alaskan night.
Since he still had no intention of killing this creature, he had just one choice left. He walked back to his house and used his laptop to find the phone number of the nearest conservation center. He called and explained his situation. They agreed to send someone to take the caribou.
Jake's stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten since dinner last night, and there wasn't much food around the house. A trip to the general store was in order.
A short time later, he was back in the village. When he stepped into the store, he noticed the latest copy of the local paper that covered this and several other villages.
The headline caught his eye.
Caribou Rescues Teens from Bear
His brow furrowed, Jake snatched a copy of the paper and scanned the article. A day ago, two youths had been exploring the coast when a polar bear attacked. They reported that a caribou rushed between them and the bear, sustaining injuries when it tried to ram the beast despite the fact that it had already shed its antlers.
"Hey, Jake," said the store owner, a plump older man with gray hair and a long moustache. "Do you believe that headline? Since when does a prey animal run to the predator? If you ask me, those boys were drunk or high or something."
"Maybe," Jake murmured, his gaze still fixed on the paper. A weird, tingly feeling almost overwhelmed him. He considered himself a rational guy -- or at least he had until last night. The caribou in his shed had wounds consistent with a bear attack -- Tina had confirmed it, even though he didn't need her to know it. But the attack happened on the coast. There was no way the caribou could travel all that distance, wounded.
Unless he was a shifter after all. The mystical powers that enabled him to change meant he probably had other supernatural powers too, such as increased speed.
What the hell was he thinking? He was a thirty year old man, not a child to believe in legends spun by his grandfather. Shoot, even Grandpa would probably call him crazy for thinking he had a shapeshifting caribou recovering in his shed.
Still, Jake tugged money out of his pocket and placed it on the counter for the newspaper. After buying some food, he hurried home. Thinking again that he was crazy, he strode into the shed, his heart pounding wildly.
He knelt in front of the caribou and held up the newspaper. "That was you, wasn't it?" he said. Even as he spoke, he felt totally embarrassed by his behavior. Clearly this was nothing more than a beast. Shifters were the stuff of legends. Maybe he had been living out here for too long by himself, with nothing but his photography. Still he went on, "If you're a shifter, give me some kind of sign so I won't think I'm crazy. I'm trying to help you."
Jake closed his eyes for a moment and laughed. "What an idiot I am. I think I have truly lost my --" He stopped speaking abruptly as he opened his eyes. His heart actually skipped a beat and his stomach lurched.
The caribou was gone. In its place lay a sinewy, long-limbed man with wild blond hair and huge, pain-filled blue eyes. His ribs, back and one muscular thigh were covered in bloodstained bandages.