Have Yourself a Merry Little Sexmas #ManLoveSunday


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This one is from my soon-to-be-released Christmas novelette (long novelette–I worked real hard to keep it under 30K words, so the price would stay at $3.99) And, it’s on pre-order right now at Loose Id for $3.59.

In this excerpt, Thilo’s friends have let the alcohol do the thinking for them, and have decided they need to do something to cheer Thilo up. And the natural thing to do is to send him a stripper on Christmas Day, amIright?

Best friends don’t let best friends Christmas alone. 🙂

Have Yourself a Merry Little Sexmas

Sexmas 1

A cheerful stripper and an awkward accountant, trapped together in the middle of Snowmageddon. There’s enough heat between them to melt the polar ice caps. Is it just Sexmas, or can it be more?

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Steph hung up the phone and flopped back on the couch, spilling some of her candy-cane martini in the process. “Damn!”

“Oh, it’s okay, honey. Here, try this one. I call it a Christmas tree.” Vic brought her over another drink, layers of red and green and white in a tall glass, and took away the dregs of her martini.

Steph tried the new one. “Oh, this is good. But I’ll bet it’s fattening. It’s fattening, isn’t it? Oh my God, I’m gonna be so fat after this.”

Vic laughed and finished passing out glasses to Wayland and Teela. “Relax. It’s Christmas. We’re all going to be fat.” He wobbled a little and landed on the arm of the couch with a thump. “Poor Thilo. That sucks, being all alone for Christmas.”

“It does.” Teela sniffed into her drink.

“We should do something about it.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Get him a hooker or something.”

“Thilo’d never go for a hooker; his mom would kill him. She spends all her time volunteering with one of those groups that’s into getting prostitutes off the streets and helping street kids go to college and stuff, remember?”

“Yeah, you’re right. So what do we do?”

Vic hung over the back of the couch, a wicked grin on his face. “A stripper isn’t as bad as a prostitute, right? Let’s get him one of those. It’s either that or a glitter bomb, and I like Thilo. Glitter’s for people I hate.”

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Stay tuned next week for the drink recipes that precipitated this wise and loving decision. 😛

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