Christopher Beaufort works in what could easily be the most cheerful place
on earth, Santa’s Christmas Realm, but as a vampire, he is nothing more than a
shadow among the living.
Worn out by the demands of his job as Chief Toy Officer, Santa assigns a
human woman to help him, Samantha Kraus. Tantalized by the fiery red-head,
Christopher makes it his business to seduce her, but as he does, something
within him begins to stir.
Life is a gift in which every moment counts.
When Samantha Kraus accepted the job of assistant manager at Santa’s, she
expected elves, fairies and maybe some shifters, but definitely not vampires.
Least of all did she imagine her boss would be one of them or that she’d be attracted
Though she tries to remain professional, Samantha finds herself falling for
Christopher. But, can a vampire’s heart ever beat again?
searching for a distraction.
threw her back and her knees weakened.
Santa hired you.” His mouth thinned. “Jacobs was practically salivating after
“I don’t know him as well as you do, but from what he spoke, he seemed devoted
to his wife.”
and the way it curled in her belly, heating her from the inside out.
working?” she joked.
gaze over her. “Watching.”
observe anything of interest?”
didn’t touch her, but the hairs on her body rose. Nerve ends tingled.
Christopher leaned in. “Absolutely.”
talking about work anymore, but she couldn’t stop herself. Her body had taken
over her mind and all it wanted was for Christopher to come closer. She craved
to see him bring out his humanity in the most carnal way possible.
should have heeded because the moment his lips touched hers, she knew she was
lost. Burying his hand into her hair, he slanted his head and dove into her mouth.
Like a flower urgently seeking sunshine, she opened up to him. His groan
reverberated through her and she arched against him. His minty taste swept over
her, taking her by surprise. Holding her firmly, he devoured her like a man
starved of nourishment. Each stroke of his tongue drew her further away from
reality, into a bubble where only they existed. Desperate to find something to
hold on to, to keep her grounded, Samantha fisted his shirt.
behind. His essence. His strength. The heat of his passion, which she
apart. Gasping for air, Samantha stared at Christopher. His eyes had deepened
to an indigo blue and he had a wildness to him that spoke of danger and
unyielding hunger. For her? She swallowed. She had to stop this now. Before it
got too far. It was one thing to flirt with him so he would smile, and another
one entirely different to kiss on a train full of people.
close again. Christopher wrapped her in his arms. His scent flooded her and for
an instant, she shut her eyes and pretended the sound against her ear wasn’t
her own heart thrashing, but his, beating.
Christopher wasn’t really alive. He spoke and he moved but his heart was dead.
How did he even exist?
train’s departure. Christopher tilted her chin.
tingling trail which echoed in other parts of her body. Damn it all if she
didn’t want to nip his finger and tease him. She yearned to kiss him again, to
feel his unpredictable heat against her.
attracted to each other,” he continued.
she said instead.
set his jaw. “Complicated?”
shivered and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself. Christopher
smirked. He knew.
remember, doll, I’m an animal of prey. What I want, I hunt down and get. I’ve
lived long enough to know I want you,
sex won’t make things, as you put it, complicated.” The train started to slow
again. Their stop was next. Christopher leaned in. “Sooner or later, doll, I
will have you.”
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy
romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to
contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters’
darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all
that comes between them and their love.
found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles,
or enjoying some tapas with her friends.