X-Rated Holiday Bundle

Enjoy these steamy hot holiday tales packed full of kinky, energetic sex. In Season's Beatings, a sexy woman meets an ageless Viking Santa, and it turns out the Jolly Old Elf is dominating and extremely lusty. In the second book, Hot Threesome in Cold Antarctica, a young lady is screwed senseless by two men who appear out of nowhere on New Years Eve, interrupting her boring isolation experiment.

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A burly arm reached into the drift, catching her hand and hauling her free easily. The leather of the fur mitten was rough on her palm as she opened her eyes. Her helper was a tall man, well over six feet and built like a rugby player. Ice blue eyes glinted from under a fur lined hat of burgundy leather, matching his sleeveless jerkin perfectly.

“Up you get, Jane,” he commented, “no harm done. I'm Nick.” A grin blazed from his thick blond beard, the hair so pale it was nearly as white as his teeth. “Work to be done though, come inside and keep me company until I'm free?”

He turned and gestured at a long, low, Nordic style hall made of whole tree trunks and garlanded with fresh holly and mistletoe. The roof, what could be seen of it under the snow, was thatched with deep green fir branches and a lantern burnt cheerily over the wide door. Nick stepped into its shelter, kicking the snow from his heavy leather boots as he impatiently waited for Jane to move.

«Hi, Nick. Thank you for helping me. Your house looks really warm and welcoming, but where'd it come from?” She looked around in confusion, turning to take in the winter wonderland. There wasn't another house in sight, not even her own. It looked like there'd been a blizzard, because huge drifts of snow were everywhere. “Where's my house? And, how do you know my name? Wait, I'm dreaming, right?”

“I know everyone's name,” he laughed, a deep rumbling sound filled with good humor. “You mean you can't guess where we are?” He slapped her full rear before passing over a steaming mug of hot chocolate, “Drink up. There's a decent amount of brandy in it.”

He lifted a huge wooden tankard, draining it in one hearty swig then headed inside to work on a sleigh in the centre of the room. The orange glow of the braziers lit the ancient carvings on the wood frame, making them appear to move in the flickering light. Nick secured a huge leather sack in place behind the seat then fitted a harness studded with gold rivets and hung with dissonant bells.

Jane followed him inside and closed the heavy door behind her, sipping the delicious chocolate. As he prepared his sleigh, she couldn't take her eyes off him. She was a huge fan of strong men with bulging muscles, and he definitely fell into that category…and then some. Sex was foremost in her mind, as usual, and she fought the urge to show him her breasts.

As she took it all in, she realized that somehow she was in the North Pole. That was ridiculous, but she decided to play along because she desperately wanted to be pressed against his naked body.

Once finished, he turned back to Jane, his grin even wider. “Well? Do I have an answer yet, and have you been naughty or nice?” He winked as he pulled her closer, both hands grabbing her bottom hard. “Or both?”

A thrill of excitement rushed straight between her legs and she tried to focus on what he'd just asked. “Oh, I've been very good this year, Nick,” she lied, noticing the 'Naughty' and 'Nice' scrolls glowing on the enormous table beside them.

Brushing aside the fact that her name just might be near the top of the naughty list, she imagined him bending her over the sturdy table. With those tree stumps for legs, it would definitely be a good one for that. Heck, the thing probably wouldn't scoot at all if the big guy rammed into her with all his strength.