Thursday, 16 December 2010

Excerpt Day – Taboo Wishes: Yuletide Greetings © Brynn Paulin



Zach Colvin didn’t believe in Santa. He hadn’t since he was five and had caught his dad putting gifts under the tree. His dad was an abysmal liar, and Zach had been an astute and precocious kid. He’d reminded “Santa” that he’d cleaned his room every Saturday for the last three months; he’d really like him to come through with that promised bike.


He’d gotten an IOU.


He was sure, somewhere down south on vacation, his dad was laughing his ass off. This year, Zach had gotten roped into playing Santa at the local store while he was on break between school semesters. Merry freaking Christmas, Zach.


The irony wasn’t lost on him. He had no Christmas spirit, and even if he did, he’d likely been smack dab in the middle of the naughty list for years. He suspected Santa didn’t go in for kink—not the naughty kink Zach enjoyed. Not that he’d had the chance lately. If he could ask for one thing for Christmas, it would be a submissive of his very own. Someone who’d be around for the long term. Someone with whom he could build a relationship.


Not likely. Ho ho ho.


Feeling growly, Zach sat in his living room recliner and stared into the empty fireplace. The discretion required of a high school principal didn’t leave much room for exploring what he wanted. He didn’t need a thousand students clued into his private life. That would be a disciplinary nightmare, not to mention a credibility killer. On more than one occasion, the school board had made it clear that they expected staff to be squeaky clean. What would they think of him moonlighting as the mall’s Santa this year?


He scowled at the idea. He shouldn’t have answered the phone last week. His friend Dave, the mall’s manager, had caught him off-guard. He knew Zach was on vacation for the school break, so when the regular “Santa” had gotten appendicitis, Dave had known just who to call—Zach, the sucker for a friend in need. Dang it.


Punching the arm of his chair, Zach bounded to his feet and paced restlessly across living room. He should go change before he sank into a bigger funk. Wouldn’t his dad and brothers just bust their guts if they saw Zach in this red velveteen?


And that was the other thing. Dave had assured Zach the suit would fit.


It didn’t.


Yes, Santa was supposed to be jolly and round, but Zach wasn’t. The wide black belt that had been included with the outfit cinched the pants as tight as it could go. It was probably supposed to be over the coat, but it fit the belt loops, and he needed something to hold up the pants. The coat was enormous. He’d looked for strap-on filling, but none had been included with the suit Dave had delivered. At the moment, the garment hung open, displaying Zach’s pecs and washboard abs.


Dashing, he thought as he caught a glimpse of his ridiculous image in the mirror. But wasn’t Dashing one of those reindeer? He didn’t know—he knew appallingly little about Santa and his crew—but it sounded right. And he looked absurd, not dashing. Thank goodness, he wore a white wig and beard for this gig so none of his co-workers would recognize him—more importantly, so none of the students would know him. Wouldn’t that diminish his credibility down to zero?


His phone rang startling him from his funk. His brother Rob. Zach answered, but Rob was laughing so hard Zach wasn’t sure he heard the greeting.


“Hey,” Rob finally managed. “I just heard—”


Another burst of laughter choked the rest of his words.


“Yeah. Ha ha ha,” Zach replied.


“You. Santa. Priceless.”


“Did you want something? I mean, besides laughing at me?”


Rob settled down to a chuckle. “Are you scaring kids at the mall? The anti-Claus. Kidnapping the unsuspecting.”


“You’d know all about that,” Zach replied, since his brother had kidnapped his future bride a few months ago all in the name of love.


“Okay, Mr. Snide. I won’t tell you why I’m calling.”


Zach sighed. “You’re not calling just to laugh at me?”


“Nope. I wanted to let you know, I’m sending over a little something to ease your pain. Merry Christmas, Zach.”


In true Rob fashion, he hung up before Zach could reply.


Shaking his head, he headed for his stairs. He had another stint as “mall Santa” in the morning. He grinned. One of the elves had quit. Though tomorrow was the last day of this horror, maybe, there would be a naughty elf helper there who’d be up for some after-hours action. He smiled envisioning the scenario.


His black-booted foot had just hit the first step when the doorbell rang.


* * * *


Kate Morgan fiddled nervously with the edges of her coat as she waited for her mystery guy to open the door. She’d met him on one of those sex-hookup sites and had been emailing him for two weeks. Today, they’d finally meet for the first time.


Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She’d been open about her curvy figure. She wasn’t rail thin which gave her a slightly convex stomach and bigger hips and thighs than the ideal, model types. But Bill, the guy with whom she’d been exchanging emails, knew that. They’d exchanged pictures. It had all been relatively tame, considering what they both wanted was a steamy hot hook-up. Neither wanted strings; both wanted a night or three of fucking then going their separate ways.


That in itself was an odd departure for her, but then her life as a writer left her somewhat cut off from the rest of the world, writing being the solitary activity it was. And the authors of young adult books weren’t exactly the types for nearly anonymous trysts.


Still, it seemed the thing to do to distract her from the solitude of the holiday season and the lingering sting of her ex-boyfriend’s jilting last Christmas. After two years, she’d expected a ring on her finger not the ring of the phone to tell her there was another woman. Oh she was over him, but it still left her alone and lonely. Her only relatives, extended family at that, lived on the other side of the country.


So there was Bill and their kinky assignation. He’d given her the address, told her he’d be home alone and to wear something sexy. And she was. This encounter was all about sex, and she’d dressed appropriately.


Standing on one stiletto with the other foot curled behind it, she let her long wool coat droop open, displaying the red, silk bra and panties beneath. Black thigh-high stockings caressed her legs and were held up by lacy black ribbons attached to a red silk garter belt. Despite her usual body issues, she knew she looked good. Maybe even close to a wet dream. Almost.


A red-tipped finger lingered over the doorbell and she gave her head a little shake to be sure her auburn hair fluffed around her shoulders. Hopefully, Bill would hurry and open the door. The late-December weather was a little nippy on all her bare skin.


Her tummy gave a flutter as she heard heavy footsteps inside the house. In moments, she’d meet the stranger who’d hopefully give her enough memories to last the season.


They both froze as the door swung open. Her first thought as she stared into the blue eyes of the black-haired man was that this wasn’t Bill. Her second thought was, “Santa?”


© Brynn Paulin

Yuletide Greetings

Taboo Wishes

Author: Brynn Paulin

Publisher: Resplendence Publishing

Genre: Erotic

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Zach Colvin never believed in Santa Claus, so filling in as Santa at the mall for one of his friends is not making his holiday bright. He’s supposed to be on vacation, not working. When his brother promises to send him a package full of holiday cheer, he never expected it to be a near-naked woman.

Kate Morgan has made a mistake. After many emails, she’s meeting a man for a near-anonymous hook up, but she's stunned to find a different man opening the front door—a man with a determined grin, mesmerizing eyes, and a naughty penchant for spanking.


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