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Sunday, December 13, 2015

Blog Hop - A Perfect Man for Christmas - part 12

A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
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 12th Day of Christmas
by Brenna Zinn



Morgan, curses, debts, a perfect man, sacrifice…

Morgan, curses, debts, a perfect man, sacrifice…

Try as she might to search for the perfect man, all Wynter’s thoughts focused on Morgan, curses, debts, a perfect man, and sacrifice. Again and again, the mantra replayed in a tireless loop through her mind as though the words themselves held the key to solving her predicament.

If only such a thing were possible.

Wynter rubbed her slim neck, fully appreciating her entire body being in one piece. Michael wouldn’t really cut off her head at the solstice festival if she failed her task, would he? With Morgan, that tricky witch, demanding her dues from him, did he have a choice?

She pondered the second question, not truly knowing the answer.

A cold wind blew down the street, lifting and tossing the red and gold stands of her long hair in the air. Above her, the sun peaked in the brilliant blue sky on this, the shortest day of the year. The winter solstice. Time was running out. In a few short hours, the alignment of the stars, moon, and planets with the solstice festival would take place.

She still needed to find the perfect man.

The sad fact of the matter was, she knew the perfect guy. And, if she were completely honest with herself, she loved him. Tall, handsome, magical and kinky as hell, Michael was the perfect man…for her. He would easily be too much for a normal human woman, but she was none of those things aside from the woman part. As a phoenix shifter, she was as far from being a normal human as Santa Claus. Well, actually more. And although she could be reborn from her ashes, she’d need to wait at least 500 years to be mature enough to fly, let alone have sex again with Michael. Where was the fun in that? Five hundred years was too freaking long to wait.

Why hadn’t she realized she loved him before? She’d picked a hell of a time, or lack thereof, to finally figure that out.

Morgan, curses, debts, a perfect man, sacrifice…

There has to be a way out of this mess.

When did this crazy situation start? How did it start? Where could she find the answers? Not from Michael or Morgan. They’d never tell her. Her family had gone deep into hiding almost a thousand years ago. No way of knowing where they were to ask them. Phoenix shifters tended to stay to themselves, even away from other shifter family members. Hard to catch and hard to hold. That was their way and always had been.

When she arrived home, she stomped the snow from her boots and tossed her coat aside, determined to find some miracle that would keep her head atop her shoulders. After pouring herself a glass of wine, she pulled the heavy Five Golden Rings tome from its place on the shelf and settled in for some serious researching. Page after page, she combed through each spell and the various handwritten notes on the margins, losing herself in the familiar magic. Then she came across a page she’d never noticed before. Not once since she’d been given the tome so many centuries ago had she seen its red and green print or the colorful illustration of an oak mistletoe branch.

Oak mistletoe, she recalled, was sacred. The plant bestowed life and fertility, and was considered a powerful aphrodisiac. The berries and stiff barbed leaves had been regarded as a sexual symbol throughout history.

It was also Michael’s sigil.

She flipped the page back and forth several times, trying to make sense of the extra sheet. The spell on the page before and the notes on the page after were ones she’d read dozens of times. How had she possibly overlooked this particular spell all these years?

She leaned in and read the first paragraph of the unfamiliar page. Then the second, and then the third. Each word caused her heart to beat a fraction harder. By the time she’d finished the page, it thudded deep in her chest as though being pounded by twelve drummers drumming

The hell?

Michael’s beast of a car roared in her driveway, pulling her attention from the book. She glanced at the clock. Exactly four o’clock. He was on time, as always.
Wynter met him at the door, her heart still hammering.

Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked before he stepped into her house. With a shaking finger, she pointed to Five Golden Rings tome on the table. “Why was this-all of this--kept from me?”

His eyebrows knitted, creating a deep valley between his emerald eyes.

I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Tell you what?”

I read the spell, Michael, and the notes. I know.”

Spell?”

Don’t play stupid with me.” She swallowed back the strong emotions rising within her. “Not now.”

For a brief moment, he looked as though he might attempt to carry on his charade of confusion, then he shook his head and smiled wanly. “If you’ve seen the page, the time has come for us to talk.” He took her hand and led her to the couch in the living room. “Here. 

Take a seat. You may need it.”

They both sat, still holding hands, she at the edge of the seat. Despite his palm warm against her skin, her insides pricked and shivered as though exposed to frigid gusts of wind.

Do you remember me before I stole the tome?”

His question caught her off guard.

No. What does that matter?”

Everything.” He sucked in a long breath and slowly released it. “Before I stole the Five Golden Rings tome, I was a mortal man. We lived in the same hamlet back in England. I would see you each day when you walked by the fields I worked in. I knew from the moment I first saw you,” he stopped for a moment and stared longingly into her eyes, “that I loved you.”

You love me?

His unexpected confession sent a jolt of electricity down her spine 
that sizzled through her arms and legs, making sitting upright difficult. She braced herself with her free hand, her body swaying slightly. She started to speak, but he placed a finger on her mouth.

Let me finish. There’s much to say.” He cleared his throat. “You never noticed me. So beautiful, wild and free, why would you? I was a simple farmer’s son. But 

I knew I had to have you. That I would die a thousand deaths to make you my own. So, I went to Morgan, the most powerful witch in the country, and asked for her help.”

Wynter felt her eyes widen.

She told me you were a magical being, and that you could never be with a human man. The only way I could have you was to become a magical being too. 

She said she would do this for me under three conditions. I would have to provide a perfect man to sate her appetite each solstice when stars, moon, and planets all aligned. And, the perfect man would have to be selected by you, my chosen love. If you failed your task, I would have to behead you.”
A gasp escaped from her mouth. “That is how this all started?”

He nodded. “There’s more. To complete my transformation, I would need to give her the tome. She needed a spell within it. Once she had the book and the deed was done, she used magic to hide the page. Morgan said that only when you fell in love with me would my debt be paid in full and the page would be revealed.”

Unbidden tears welled and slid down her face.

I’m so sorry, Wynter.” Michel brushed her wet cheek. “I loved you for so long and wanted you with all my heart. At the time, I would have done anything to make you mine. I never meant to cause you any harm, but there was no other way.”

Too choked with emotion to speak, she simply shook her head.

Now that you know the truth, can you ever forgive me?”

He spoke in a voice wracked with concern. Pain and worry filled his eyes. In all their years together, she’d never seen him so wretched. His clear suffering both touched her heart and tore at her soul. At that moment she couldn’t imagine anyone loving someone more than she loved him.

Michael opened his mouth to speak, but this time it was she that quieted him by placing her lips on his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he drew her in close, deepening their kiss. When they finally parted, she smiled.

Morgan’s going to be pissed,” she said, still finding her breath. 

“She’s not going to be sated with my help tonight or ever again.”

You forgive me?”

Wynter grabbed his hand and stood. “You’ve got a lot of sucking up to do. A lot.” 

She pulled him up and headed to the bedroom. “And I think I know the perfect way to start your penance. This is the longest night of the year, and you won’t be sleeping one second of it. Just be careful of all the feathers when we get in there. 

If you ever buy me another bird for Christmas, I’ll personally make sure you get on your hands and knees cleaning up after it. Then again, having you on your hands and knees doesn’t sound too bad.”

THE END


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Blog Hop - A Perfect Man for Christmas - part 11

A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
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 11th Day of Christmas
by Riley Bancroft



Covering her exposed breasts with one arm, Wynter clasped the other hand into Michael’s and they burst out the back door of the strip club. Relief washed over her as she followed him down the alleyway in a sprint. Boots slapping the pavement behind them reminded her that Morgan’s goons were hot on their heels and Wynter kept up with Michael’s long-legged strides.

Oh, those legs, his thick muscled thighs and the way they clenched when he slammed…

Ummph,” she exhaled on a breath as they rounded the corner of the building and she slammed into his back, coming to a halt.

A melodic tune filled the air among cheers and chants along the street. Wynter couldn’t believe her eyes. People lined each side of the sidewalk; some had beers in hand. Others sang along to the music. Irish step dancers, wearing custom dresses, pranced down the middle of the road. Behind them, a marching band played “The Twelve Days of Christmas,” rhythmically walking to the beat. No, not a traditional marching band, bag pipes…all piping away.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Michael growled and tugged her through the crowds. “Who has a parade this time of night?”

Apparently someone who appreciated eleven pipers piping,” she laughed in sarcasm at the irony. Someone was playing a cruel joke on them. Whether they incited it upon themselves or if Morgan truly orchestrated this all … they all would soon find out.

Wynter’s family had come into debt with Michael because they wanted the five rings tome--the grimoire he’d stolen from them decades ago--back in their possession. In return, he asked for a piece of property of his own. One who could fulfill his every wicked desire whenever he felt the need to be sexually sated. One who he would mark with his sigil to be his for eternity. One who would provide the “perfect man” for him as a sacrifice every time the stars, moon, and planets aligned in sync with the solstice festival. Luckily or unluckily for her, she happened to be the item he wanted.

Men ogled and hollered at her while she and Michael pushed their way down the sidewalk. Wearing only bikini bottoms in December wasn’t the best fashion choice, but hey, who’s judging when one was about to climb up a stripper pole?

A few blocks down the street, his black Porsche sat parked next to a curb. An older lady stood next to it with a scowl on her face and she tapped her foot. Trixie yelled some Norse curses. “Next time make it two bottles of champagne!”

I’ll do you better than that, Trix. I owe you. For once, you did something right.” 

He released his grip from Wynter’s hand. “Hop in,” he commanded.

 The immediate loss of his touch on her skin sent a lonely ache through her gut, but she jumped into the car still covering her breasts. “Trixie’s not just your secretary, is she?” The tension in the air between the two had been undeniable and definitely had a hint of angry desire mixed in. “How’d she know where we would be?”

He popped the car in drive. Wheels fishtailed as he spun away from the curb. 

“She’s a Valkyrie. They have protective powers over the mercenary they have sworn to protect. Trixie safeguards her chosen in battle.”

Peering over her shoulder at the older woman growing smaller in the distance, she asked, “Aren’t they supposed to be immortal? She looks…well for her age.”

They age extremely slowly. Trix was actually quite the looker in her heyday—quite the female warrior and strategist.” The tone of his words and raised brows hinted at something possibly more.

She spun around to face him in her seat. Heat filled her chest, blooming outward, and set her face on fire. “I’m sure she was quite something to you; that’s for sure.”

A sinful smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. He didn’t take his eyes off the road. “Jealous, my pet?”

Me? Jealous? Of course not. I mean, just the other night I had my lips wrapped around another man’s cock while he got me off.” By no means would she be put in her place. Michael’s the one who locked her into this arrangement with him to begin with.

His knuckles blanched white around the wheel. The haughty expression he sported now replaced with a sneer. “I think it’s time we washed that dirty mouth out.” He veered the car off to the side of road, slammed it into park, and unzipped his pants.

Long, thick, and hard, his cock popped out of his jeans as if breaking out of jail. 

“Your mouth. Now.”

When she met his gaze, those brilliant emerald eyes bore into her. Not only into the depths of her soul, but further. Her pussy throbbed with his command. This man undid her every single time. The closer she got to him, the more time they spent, the more she craved him. She couldn’t get enough.

Her chest rose with each deep inhalation as she licked her lips. By damn, she wanted him to hunger for her like she was starting to with him. “No.” Wynter dropped her arm, revealing her breasts, and moved to place her back against the door. Pressing her shoulders back, the cool air in the car teased her already sensitive nipples. She propped her feet up on the middle console to spread her thighs. 

“Your mouth. Now.”

Sinful desire filled his eyes and a growl vibrated from his chest. He placed his thumb over her clitoris, drawing small circles. “Do not forget who you belong to. 

Nor the debt you must pay for your family. Shall I make you orgasm like this? Bereft of my cock filling you?”

She tried not to move her hips in rhythm of his touch, but found it difficult as her sex clenched in response to the tender strokes. 

Damn, he had a way of driving her body to the need of passion.

He increased the pressure and thumbed her harder. His eyes focused in on her. “Answer,” he bit out.

You will not moan. You will not…she couldn’t stop the sound from leaving her throat. Oh the tortuous ways he pleased her. Body thrumming to life, the exquisite tickle spread throughout her aching pussy, and she couldn’t deny her response to him. “No.” She needed to have him inside and hitting the soft spot that always sent her over the edge.

Come and mount me, Wynter.” He moved her bikini bottoms to the side uncovering her pussy. “I can see you’re ready for me.”

How his brusque words made her lust for him more, she had no 
idea. All she knew or cared about was the fever escalating in her body to have him. She moved in her seat and climbed on top of his, straddling his waist.

I’m always ready for you.” The tip of his shaft barely breached her nether lips. She rocked her hips back and forth to, coating him with her juices.

Michael gripped her hips and slammed her down on his thick cock. “That’s right. You will always crave me.” He nipped her bottom lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Using his shoulders as leverage, she pulled up and then came down hard on him—riding him. Tingles spread throughout her womb with each penetration.

Fuck, Wynter. I want you to want me without the debt.” He clamped a hand on the nape of her neck and branded her with a punishing kiss. The husky way he said her name, the way he claimed her.

Her thigh muscles quivered as the energy pulsated, building up, and overflowing. 

Her inner walls clenched and released. Pleasure overflowed as warm bursts jetted inside and she milked Michael’s cock into sweet oblivion with her.

Foreheads together, their breaths mingled in quick bursts.

Goddess. That was amazing,” she whispered against his lips.

 Michael tensed beneath her.

She could have sworn he froze up like a block of ice.

Don’t ever say that Morgan’s name again.” 


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Blog Hop - A Perfect Man for Christmas - part 10

A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
Blog HOP

 10th Day of Christmas
by Patricia W. Fischer


It worked. No matter how long she lived, Wynter knew she’d never be able to wipe the smile from her face when remembering this moment.

What the fuck?” Michael stood nose to nose with her.

You don’t like it?” she purred, running her hand up his chest.
His jaw clenched as his eyes bored into her. “Wynter, what are you doing?”

You said to find a perfect guy. I’m trying.”

Trying my patience.”
She couldn’t help but bask in the glory of her power over him--the lust in his eyes when he watched her move across the stage--the powerlessness of his rational mind.
Just like Morgan said…Out of the corner of her eye, Wynter watched the redheaded siren glide across the floor and to the bar. A wicked smile spread across the woman’s face. The very same smile she’d given Wynter as she explained to her how to attract the perfect man for the gathering.

He’ll be the first one to jump onto the stage with you. To claim you,” the melodious Irish brogue danced in Wynter’s ears. “And all you have to do is turn him over to me.”
The wall of muscle in front of her growled, “Wynter, answer me. What the fuck are you doing up here?”
Her eyebrows hit her hairline as dread slammed her in the gut. Oh shit. Morgan’s not letting him out of his debt. She’s burying him in it.
The redhead raised her glass as if to toast Wynter on her perfectly played betrayal.
Her heart clenched. She wouldn’t let it happen this way. She wouldn’t let Michael down again.
Sliding up against him, she whispered, “Just do what I say.”

What?” He started to step away, but she grabbed the front of his shirt and writhed against him. “Stop it. Get off the stage.”

No way! Leave her up there.”

Hey, get off the stage!”

Let her finish!”

I haven’t seen her tits yet.”
The scarf-grabbing observers began to express their displeasure at the show’s interruption and Michael’s personal stage show in front of the increasingly frenzied crowd.
Wynter backed Michael into the pole and slithered up and down his body. “Listen to me. We’ve been set up.”
A tug on one of the three remaining scarves distracted her. She glanced down to see a wide-eyed, plump man yanking on her clothes. She stretched her leg and let him yank the material free. He jumped around as he held the cloth above his head. The half a dozen others who held parts of her costume followed suit.

What the hell are you talking about, Wynter?” His fingers wrapped around her arms, but she twisted out of his grip as she moved around him. “I owe Morgan, why would she--”

Michael, trust me. Morgan set us up. I don’t know why.” The beat of the music increased and the men’s jumping followed suit. Wynter counted three more strips of material left on her outfit before she stood only in a jeweled string bikini. She continued to move about the stage, taunting, teasing the onlookers, but staying a safe distance from them.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” the men chanted as they leapt around, waving the strips of her clothing gripped tightly in their grungy hands.
The air sat thick with the smell of heavy cologne and cigarettes. One lunged for her, only coming back with another scarf.

Son-of-a-bitch!” Michael growled. “I knew she was up to something.”
Morgan’s smile changed. Her eyes narrowed while she watched the performance.
Brightly-colored material from her costume caught Wynter’s eye.
She counted. Eight. Remaining? Two more pieces.
For a total of ten.
Joyously, the men jumped, danced, and…leapt.
Ten Lords a Leaping.

Where’s the back door?” Wynter leaned over as she coaxed a man to rip a strip away.

I’m looking at it.”
As she turned around, she glared at Michael. Despite his frustration, the corner of his mouth curled up. “The backdoor to the building, shithead.”
His eyes went wide and he nodded. “I know how to get there, but Morgan’s got her goons all over the place. How are we going to get out?”
A slow smile spread across her face. “Jump in the crowd and follow me.”
Without pause, she spun to the end of the stage, offering the last of her scarves to the tallest man of the group. As soon as Michael stepped off the stage, she leaned forward and asked the man to help her to the floor.
Morgan began to move forward with her bodyguards in tow.
Panic grabbed Wynter by the throat as she watched Michael make his way to the back of the building. He glanced back at her and pointed.
She started to move forward but knew one of the body guards would cut her off.
Morgan’s abilities far exceeded her own. Magic wouldn’t save her in here.
Looking around at the chaos of men leaping with her scarves, she tried to figure out a way to work them up even more. No cloth napkins, no jackets, no…nothing but the clothes she had on.

Wynter!” Michael’s shout penetrated through the crowd as Morgan quickly got closer.
Her heart ached for him. “Run!”
She unhooked her top and spun it over her head. “Join me, boys!”
Shirts, belts, and scarves went flying as all the onlookers spun their clothes in all directions. No one could see where anything was.
In the chaos, Wynter rushed towards the back of the club. Michael was nowhere in sight. As she reached the curtains, a heavy hand grabbed her and slammed her against the wall.


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Saturday, December 12, 2015

Blog Hop - A Perfect Man for Christmas - part 7

A Perfect Man for Christmas
An erotic serial in 12 parts
Blog HOP

 7th Day of Christmas
by Isobelle Cate


Wynter stirred in her sleep, her eyelids moving as she surfaced into consciousness. A low roar. Why was there a low roar in her room? She opened her eyes, slowly blinking, and saw that rain was falling steadily outside her window. The next thing she noticed was the heavy band around her waist, the warm hand that cupped her breast, and the wall of muscle heating her back. Her stomach concaved when she gasped. In all the times she and Michael had fucked, he had never stayed… she looked at her bedroom window … until … the … morning.
She eased around slowly to look at him. The harsh planes of his face were not as dangerous looking when he was asleep. The light stubble that shadowed his jaw made him incredibly sexy. She raised her finger to trace the contours of his mouth that gave her so much pleasure for hours until she asked him to stop. He didn’t. He gave her wave upon tidal wave of orgasmic bliss that left her boneless and sated. Just the thought made her body needy once more, desperately seeking Michael inside her again.

You finished watching me sleep?” His deep rumble vibrated through her body all the way to her core.
Wynter didn’t stop the smile that curved her lips. “You’ve never stayed before. Couldn’t pass the chance to see the one who marked me with his sigil, in sleep, could I? I might not get the chance again.”
His mouth tilted upwards showing his even, white teeth. “Keep your end of the agreement and you’ll get to see more of me in the morning.”

Ugh!” She whirled out of his embrace, tossed the quilt that covered them and jumped out of bed, naked. “Talk about a fuck me mood killer.”
Michael’s soft laughter only infuriated her more.
Grabbing a set of clean jogging pants and T-shirt, she left the room, slamming the door in satisfaction. Perhaps making coffee from scratch would allow her irritation to bleed out from her. She loved this part of the morning; grinding the coffee beans and allowing the fresh burst of flavour to lend its smell to the kitchen she hardly used for cooking.
She looked out of the window that overlooked her garden and the Jacuzzi which was now overflowing with water.

Damn.” A crease marred her forehead. She hadn’t thought of covering the liquid massager last night despite the fact that the skies had already been overcast the day before, threatening to unload its burden. But it never did. Now with the rain pelting the roof, the house felt isolated from the outside world. If Michael hadn’t annoyed her so much, they would have continued where they left off and the kitchen would have seen more action than it had in the last few months.
Wynter sighed. Not being able to find a man for Christmas was making her miserable. Add the stormy weather and she could have a psychotic breakdown. She sipped her coffee as she stared out into the pouring rain, lost in thought.
Conjure a man.
Wynter blinked.
That was it! Surely her family’s Five Golden Rings tome would have something about conjuring a man for a brief span of time. There should be some harmless spell in that tome that had all sorts of writings, it was practically a grimoire.

Got any left?” Michael leaned against the doorway. His jeans rode low on his hips, the waist unbuttoned. The taut muscles of his arms pushed and slid underneath his bronze skin when he lifted his arms to rake his fingers through his already tousled hair. Wynter’s own hands itched to run through those dark tresses as she lay on the table with his face between her thighs….
No, first things first.

Here.” She handed him her mug as she passed, the coffee nearly sloshing over the rim.

Where are you going?” he called as she rushed up the stairs.

Be right back!”
Michael turned from the window when Wynter returned carrying the tome. She flipped through the pages. Her face, a mask of concentration. As soon as Michael saw what it was, he scowled.

Wynter,” he warned.

You didn’t say I couldn’t use magick.” She shot him a glare.
Michael glared back before looking away. “Go right ahead. I doubt you’d be able to do it.”

Still worth a shot.” Her finger ran down the pages looking for that elusive spell.
May her ancestors forgive her if she made a mistake. Wynter couldn’t remember the last time she dabbled in the arcane arts, but time was running out for her. She ran out of the house and into the driving rain. She didn’t want to destroy the only abode she had, and if fire came out of her fingers, the water would quickly douse it. Michael followed her at a more leisurely pace, sipping from their shared mug.
Evaporation and condensation must have been pretty busy because her backyard was now waterlogged and resembled a lake. With her eyes closed, the water raining on her like a benediction, Wynter chanted the spell. A roar filled her ears and she felt the water lap at her feet.

What the fuck? More avians?” Michael shouted in disbelief.
Wynter opened one eye in trepidation, then the other in stupefaction. Her mouth agape, she stared at the seven swans swimming in her waterlogged garden. Black and white, they moved like the squares of a chessboard that could have come from Hogwarts.

I told you, you wouldn’t be able to do it.” Michael shook his head. “You’re supposed to create a man, Wynter, not more animals who peck their food.”

Well, men can be animals when they fuck and peck isn’t too far away from pecker which all of you have.”

Don’t test me.” Michael’s face darkened. “It’s not funny.”
Wynter stifled her laughter at the same time she wiped the water from her face. She shivered in the cold but Michael’s face was priceless. “What? They’re just a bunch of birds. What do you have against them?”

Nothing,” he muttered. “You’ve got five days left.”
That slowly wiped the smile from her face. Huffing and shaking her head, she said, “The bars didn’t prove successful.” She worried her lower lip before she brightened, stepping to enter the house. “I know. I’ll case hotel lobbies.”

And the birds?” Michael looked at them warily, stepping to the side of the doorway to allow Wynter to enter.
She pirouetted to face him, tracking wet prints on the floor. “In the spirit of Christmas, I’ll give one each to the hotels I visit. I’ll need a ride though.” She winked, laughing at Michael’s scowl.



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