I’ve been missing Christmas time lately, so I’m thrilled to say I have Naughty for Christmas to refresh my Christmas Cheer. Heat level is hot on the sizzlemeter.
Selene writes erotic romance and this is her first novel.
For years, Trisha has searched for the perfect man. One who is taller than her and who would dominate her in the bedroom as well as sharing his heart with her.
Hood is clan leader of his planet’s military. His father, king of Zion, is a very dominate man, so it’s no wonder Hood does his father’s bidding and helps St. Nick deliver Christmas presents to Earth.
However, when Hood’s mother poses as a sales clerk and convinces Trisha to buy a huge green dildo, Christmas takes on a whole new meaning. Trisha finds her lover, Hood gets his mate, and Christmas night turns into one full of erotic screams and sexy demands.
Who would’ve thought a giant green dildo could bring Trisha the man of her dreams?
“So, are you going to answer my questions?” he asked. His deep baritone voice slid down her body and seemed to caress her feminine areas. “Does the clerk fit the description I gave you?”
“Yes, the sales lady matches your description,” her voice squeaked, “but that doesn’t prove anything.” Trisha pulled the blanket tighter around her body. She didn’t know what the hell was going on. When he’d grabbed the phone away from her, he’d smelled like a piece of cinnamon toast. All she wanted to do was curl up next to him until she remembered he had broken into her house and he was probably wanted somewhere.
The sound tearing paper drew her attention to the end of the bed.
Shit! He found it.
“Uhm, what do we have here?” He stood slowly, holding the green machine. His gaze slid over her body as the blanket slipped away from her body. He held up one hand, and the bed cover flew into it. “You don’t need that now. We’ll generate enough heat to keep you warm. I plan on using every one of these toys with you tonight, baby.” He dropped the blanket and moved to the side of the bed, scanning her body, his gaze full of desire. He seemed to be memorizing her every curve. Trisha tried to cover herself with her hands, but an unseen force held them to her sides.