Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
But before they dash off into the snowy sunset, the over-the-top alphas who can't live without them will put their hearts on the line to prove that a little Christmas magic goes a long way.
This collection
Naughty Little Elf - Convincing her grumpy boss to play Hot Santa at the annual Christmas party sounded like a good idea...until he demanded she play his little elf. Now, she's stuck in a tiny costume and he can't take his eyes off her.
Tempted by December - All she wants for Christmas is rosy red cheeks and the man of her dreams. But pretending to be someone else to get a job working for him might not have been her best plan ever...
Chasing Christmas - When a curvy actress falls for a scarred former stuntman on the set of a new Christmas movie, she's ready to tell the world. But drawing him out of hiding will take a Christmas miracle.
Dear Santa - This curvy girl wants a daddy for Christmas...preferably her older brother's best friend. But she did not intend for him to find her silly letter to Santa.
Santa Baby - When her boss demands that she hand over her Christmas list, she isn't at all prepared for his reaction. Now, he's determined to give her everything on it. Including his baby.
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Naughty Little Elf
A Steamy Holiday Romance
Nichole Rose
Chapter One
Blaze
"Code red," my younger brother, Alaric, announces over the intercom connecting our offices.
"What the fuck is a code red?" I growl, not even looking up from the stack of photo proofs in front of me. Georgia Dillard's angelic face stares back from every single one. She looks stunning in the new pieces for our plus-size lingerie line, but I haven't approved a single photo.
"It's a warning system," Alaric explains. Not even the intercom hides the amusement in his voice. "Red means danger, Georgia is in the building. Yellow means caution, she's on her way. Green means feel free to do whatever you do when you aren't stalking her. Brooding. It's brooding, isn't it?"
"You're an idiot." I shake my head, setting aside the stack of proofs. Even if I stared all day, I still couldn't pick one. I know this because I've been staring at the same photos for the last week straight. The simple fact is… I don't want anyone seeing Georgia in our new line. Every inch of her curvy body is on display in them. The pieces are bold, sexy, and daring, leaving little to the imagination. Jealousy eats me alive every fucking time I think about anyone setting eyes on those photos and thinking the same things I do.
Problematic since that's precisely why we hired her.
"Just thought you'd like to know your future wife is here," he says. The bastard. He's enjoying my misery far too much.
I shut off the intercom before he has a chance to say anything else and rise from my desk to stare out at the city. Rain sheets down the floor-to-ceiling windows, reducing Los Angeles to a series of red and green dots far below…the Christmas decorations scattered from one end of the city to the other. Dark clouds spit lightning in strikes hard enough to rattle the high-rise I'm standing in. I'm so close to the roiling masses, I should hear every thunderous clap. Yet all I hear is the infernal tick, tick, tick of the analog clock hanging over the door.
Soundproofing.
A useful perk when you make as much as I do. But I've recently discovered a flaw in the design. Since no one can hear a fucking thing I do in this office, there wouldn't be a damn thing stopping me from bending Georgia over my desk next time she pops in and riding her until she's pleading for mercy. No one would hear her cries of ecstasy.
Harder, Blaze. Harder.
I'm guessing whoever designed this office didn't think about that. Hell, maybe they did and that's the whole point. I don't know. What I do know is this: I was fucked the instant I set eyes on her.
Whichever god oversaw the creation of Georgia Dillard was a wily bastard. Between her glossy blonde ringlets, her big gray eyes, and her dimples, she looks downright angelic. But that curvy body brings me a never-ending parade of wicked thoughts. I spend the majority of every day thinking about feasting on her in ways that would shame the devil.
Since hiring her two months ago, she's turned my once orderly company on its head. She's set my world to spinning too. She's the sweetest little angel…with a mischievous streak I want to fuck right out of her. She's determined to push every single one of my buttons just to see what I do.