FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH
Hello I am Lars, one of the elves from Deanna Wadsworth’s popular THE NAUGHTY NORTH POLE series. Thanks for having me today, Paisley. It's been a couple days since Santa asked me to deliver a special package to Rudolph. All I have to say is that the big guy is pretty clever, because I had no idea that I was about to meet the best elf in the North Pole. I don’t think I have ever been as happy in my entire life as I am right now. I sent Santa a bouquet of snow flowers and candy as a thank-you.
For those of you that know me, you must think that I sound like a gushing little schoolgirl. It's probably pretty disgusting and my buddy Jorge is going harass me about it. But I don't really care. Rudy is coming to visit me this afternoon and... well? I can't really give away too much. Spoilers!! Don’t wanna ruin the story FUN & GAMES WITH RUDOLPH.
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Since I am the last one the blog before Jorge announces the big winner, I am going to share an especially naughty treat just for Paisley Brown fans.
Enjoy!
~Lars
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Lars is the sarcastic elf who runs Santa’s Mail Department and he follows the dating rule of “no repeats”. But lately he's been having a romantic textlationship with another elf, via the dating app Elf4Elf. When his cyber boyfriend goes AWOL after a misunderstanding, Lars realizes too late that there is more to life than sex, work, and cookies.
On Christmas Eve, Santa asks Lars to personally deliver a gift to Rudolph—a former reindeer handler who left the North Pole because of a misunderstanding. Rudolph lives on the secluded Sugar Plum Ridge and the only way to get there is by sleigh. Lars just can’t get a break!
When a sudden blizzard forces the two elves to hole up in Rudolph's cabin, will they find a way to make their own fun and games or will one surprise ruin it all?
One thing is certain: after this night, they both will believe in the magic of the Naughty North Pole!
ENJOY A SEXY EXCERPT:
The wind howled, coming down the chimney a bit and fluttering the fire.
“Jack Frost whipped up a big storm, didn’t he?” Rudy said. “I’m surprised he isn’t taking it easier on Nick tonight now that they’re together.”
“Who knows with him? He’s kind of a dick.”
“Takes one to know one,” Rudy teased.
I chuckled and said, “Already told ya, I am what I eat.”
He smiled at me again, eyes twinkling, and that sealed the deal. I was a total sucker for his smile.
Carefully, I placed my mug down on the tray and took his as well. His gaze never left me as I said, “Well, I for one am glad it’s storming.”
“You are? I thought you were disappointed about missing the party.”
“We can have our own private party,” I said with a grin.
“And what sort of activities do you have in mind for this party?”
“First, I need to thank you for saving my life.”
“How do you plan to do that?” His voice lowered a few octaves, the sound cleansing me, rich and seductive, like the caress of a hand across my back.
“Oh, I could think of a couple ways.” I gave him a sidelong smile.
Rudy’s gaze lost its playfulness, darkening with lust right before my eyes. A deep-seated need was buried within those warm eyes, a craving for intimacy. I could feel his loneliness right down to my toes. I wanted him, needed him as badly as he needed me. Two lonely souls, we had been brought together by unforeseen and strange circumstances. Something told me we were supposed to end up here, offering one another the comfort of touch and intimacy—the very things missing from each of our lives.
“How long?” I whispered, facing him fully. We both knew what I asked.
“Too long,” came his heady reply.
When he licked his lips, I shivered.
“Cold?” he asked, his voice thick and never breaking his stare. “I could stoke the fire.”
Biting my lip, I shook my head.
“Well if you’re not cold, why are you shivering?”
“Why are you looking at me?” I countered, fidgeting a little as I got hard.
He gave me an arch of his brows. “Just wondering how much longer we had to talk so it wouldn’t be considered rude when I told you to get on your knees and suck my cock.”
Laughter burst out of me. “I was thinking of how rude it was that you hadn’t asked yet.”
But Rudy didn’t laugh. He stared at me, his face dark with authority and desire. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get to it.”
I tipped my head in question, gauging his seriousness. When he didn’t crack a smile, it dawned on me the elf might not be kidding. My blood raced and excitement worked through me faster than the alcohol. I readily slid off the couch and got on my knees.
Rudy stopped me with a question. “What are you doing?”
“Um…blowing you?”
“Get undressed first,” he ordered.
My breaths shortened further and I feared I might hyperventilate from all the excitement. Faster than I had moved in a long time, I shed my pants, the motion plus the adult libations making my head spin a little.
“Slower,” he cautioned. “I like to watch.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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