An isolated cabin, a winter storm, a hungry cougar—what could possibly go wrong? In a word: everything.
Mike and Claire were hoping their first Christmas together would be unforgettable. But when their sexy, adult-film-themed weekend abruptly veers into low-budget, chiller-diller territory, they’re left to worry that this Christmas will turn out to be memorable in all the worst ways.
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EXCERPT:
I give Mike about a minute—or however long it takes to swipe on some lipstick and run a comb through my hair—then follow him to the door.
Yes, dressed like this. My role this weekend is the sexy brat who needs a spanking. I intend to play the hell out of that part.
I sidle up behind Mike, plunk the Santa hat back on his head, then snake my arms around his waist, feeling his muscles tense as I do. Cold air wafts in through the open door, chilling my bare legs. I ignore the discomfort, and the sneaking suspicion that he might have had a point.
Mike glances at me over his shoulder. “I thought you were going to stay by the fire?”
I wriggle in place, making sure he can feel my breasts pressed against his back. “But this is better. Shared bodily warmth beats a fire any day.”
The pizza boy—yes, an actual teenager, unfortunately, which means even flirting is off the table—snickers in appreciation. I grin back at him, then notice his hat. I lean around Mike for a better look. “Omigod. Are you wearing elf ears?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replies as his cheeks turn red.
“How adorable is that? Did you see that, Santa?”
“Claire…” Mike replies using the gravelly, stern tone I can never resist. Before I can think of a suitable response, the wind shifts, gusting cold and wet against my face.
“It’s snowing!” I squeal excitedly. “We really are going to have a white Christmas.”
What is it about snow that makes everyone feel like a child again? Everyone except Mike, apparently. “We were already going to have a white Christmas. There was snow on the ground when we got here.”
I roll my eyes. “A white-er Christmas.” Sheesh. For a man who just received ‘possibly the best blow job of his life’ he’s sounding awfully grumpy. Before I can decide whether I want to remind him about that, and risk shocking the teen, something small and bright dashes up the driveway and across the porch. I shriek in alarm as it streaks through the open door, into the house and down the hall.
“Wh-what was that?” I demand as it disappears in the direction of the kitchen. What kind of wildlife do they even have here? “Racoon? Opossum?”
The delivery boy shakes his head. “Nah, definitely not a possum. I don’t think racoons move that fast, either. Bobcat, maybe?”
“At least we all agree it’s not a cougar,” Mike says drily.
“Well, I need to find out.” I’ve invested too much into making this weekend special—time, money, effort. Whatever this thing is, it’s not gonna fuck things up.
Mike finishes at the door, then hurries to catch up with me. “Be careful. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
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Sexy, former film star Claire Calhoun is used to having her pick of studly young men. Now that she and Derek have called it quits, however, the actress-turned-entrepreneur is feeling vulnerable. After one mojito too many at a party one night, she decides it would be fun to try something new-in this case, Mike Sherman, her staid accountant and long-time fan.
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