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Christmas Elves are Ringing (Santa's Helpers)

Series: Santa's Helpers , Book 8.0
By: Sean Michael | Other books by Sean Michael
Published By: Changeling Press LLC
Published: Feb 19, 2013
ISBN # CHP0609701957
Word Count: 6,000
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Categories: Romance>BDSM Science Fiction & Fantasy Romance>Erotic Romance


Christmas Elves are Ringing (Santa's Helpers) (Santa's Helpers) by Sean Michael - Romance>BDSM eBook

Book Summary

Joey's the best doll maker at Santa's workshop, but he's fed up with making them and all their accessories. In fact, he's having a tantrum of epic proportions. The big guy sends Joey's lover Bane in to give Joey an attitude adjustment. Can Bane work his magic in time for them to make sure Santa's sleigh is full this year?

Praise for Christmas Elves Are Ringing

"Whew! When it comes to writing hot and steamy romances, Sean Michael is truly a master at what he does! Not only is Christmas Elves are Ringing a gem of a Christmas story, it�s both sweet and sexy. I swear the chemistry between the two heroes, Joey and Bane, really steamed up my computer screen!"
-- 4 Kisses from Gabbi, Top 2 Bottom Reviews

"I need to read more Sean Michael books! This was holy smoking hotness! The scene between Bane and Joey went from spark to flaming hot within a couple of sentences. Both characters were well presented and easily amicable. This story is a tasty treat for any m/m reader."
-- 4 Stars from BookAddict, The Romance Reviews
Reader Rating:   4.5 starstarstarstarstar (2 Ratings)
Sensuality Rating:   lipliplipliplip
Santa's Helpers: Christmas Elves Are Ringing
Sean Michael
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Fucking dolls.

Fucking satin dresses.

Fucking curls and eyelashes and...

Joey threw the clay molds across the room, the fucking things shattering. If he had to design one more motherfucking pink sparkly high-heeled shoe... He'd set the entire goddamn North Pole on fire.

"Merry fucking Christmas to you too, Joey." Bane stood in the doorway of Joey's workshop, hands on his hips, the little bauble on the top of his hat hanging over into his eyes.

"Fuck off. You're supposed to knock!"

Bane was here. Bane was here. That meant he could lose his shit, totally, completely, and it would be okay.

"Not when the big guy sends me, I don't. Not when he tells me to take care of my house before the entire year's production is screwed up." Bane tugged off his stupid hat and began to stalk toward Joey.

"Your house? Your house? I'm... I'm the best designer they have!" He backed away, his heart beating a little faster. "I invented Darling Daisy. I did Nikki Little. The entire line of Fashion Forwards? Mine!"

"He meant where we bed and eat, baby. Not the toy making." Bane rumbled at him, moving closer. "You're being a bad elf -- a very naughty elf -- and I'm here to fix it."

"You keep your pointy ears over there." Joey was having a snit. Damn it. A few growls from Bane was not going to derail it, either.

"No can do. The boss was very clear on what my only duties were until you're in a much better mood." Bane kept moving toward him, and Joey swore he could even smell the elf. He put the worktable between them. "Don't you have something in the garage to use a wrench on?"

"Not unless I drag you to the garage."

"I'm not going to the garage." He moved a little faster, his achingly hard cock making it hard to maneuver properly.

"No, I've got somewhere else in mind." Bane was still moving, pushing him toward the back door of his workroom.

"No. No. Busy. Making more impossible fucking shoes so little Betsy has her dream doll and sweet Lucy gets everything she's wished for." It was the same shit every year. Same shit, different dolls. He was fucking stunning at his job, and Santa knew it.

"You're not listening to me. The boss wants you off the floor and in my bed until you've had an attitude adjustment."

Bane was suddenly a whole lot closer. How did the man do that?

Christmas Elves are Ringing (Santa's Helpers)

By: Sean Michael