For once, Julie is going to have a perfect holiday season. She knows it. She’s got it all planned -- Christmas with her boyfriend, and dancing on New Year’s Eve. But that’s before she discovers him in bed with another woman.
Now her holidays are totally ruined. Or are they? When she drops a handful of coins in a street-corner Santa’s pot, Julie finds herself whirled away into the arms of a stunningly handsome, shapeshifting reindeer for one perfect night of erotic bliss.
Sometimes the magic of Christmas doesn’t end at midnight. Sometimes that’s when it’s just getting started!
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Reviews
5 Angels! "[A] delightful, fun, lighthearted, Christmas story. Wow, who knew that a reindeer shifter could be so built and yet tender..." -- Fallen Angel Reviews
4 1/2 Cherries! "I have to admit, this is my first shape-shifting reindeer. With one as hot as Dan, it totally works!" -- Whipped Cream Reviews
4 1/2 Stars! "This satisfyingly sexy yet sweet tale is one you won’t want to miss." -- eCataRomance
4 Hearts! "Dan is the perfect man, sexy, sensitive, strong, and affectionate. He is exactly what the emotionally battered Julie needs to get her through Christmas." -- The Romance Studio
Dancer M/F sensual romance
Publisher: Changeling
Format: eBook
Length: Hot Flash
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Excerpt
Breathing a soft "Oh!" of delight, Julie slid from the reindeer's back. She craned her neck, gazing up at the snow-capped towers that reared against a star-strewn sky, ending in spires as delicate as icicles.
"It's like a fairy castle." She spun back to the reindeer, throwing her arms around his neck in rapture. "It's beautiful!"
Then she gasped as the warm brown fur under her cheek moved, sliding like liquid metal into a different shape entirely. Stumbling backward, she watched in shock as he tossed his head back, rearing above her. A second later the reindeer was gone, and in his place stood a man, looking down at her with eyes that were the warmest, most luminous brown she'd ever seen.
"Thank you," he said, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. She knew that voice. It was the same one she'd heard in her head. His face was as pale as if carved from marble, and as perfectly formed -- strong, pronounced cheekbones, a firm jaw that even had a shallow cleft in the chin, lips that quirked in amusement as her eyes widened, drinking him in. His hair, like his eyes, was a deep chestnut brown, falling back from a high forehead that wrinkled slightly as he lifted an eyebrow. "Well?"
"God you're gorgeous." The words came out in a rush as Julie, who'd forgotten for a moment she was supposed to breathe, let out the involuntary gasp she'd dragged in. Then she clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh, my God. I so didn't mean to say that."
He chuckled. "Thank you again."
"But what... how..." Julie's blush deepened as her gaze traveled below his neck and she realized he was standing there entirely naked, moonlight gleaming on his shoulders, the swell of his pecs, his rippled abs... Dropping her gaze quickly, she saw that his long, graceful feet were half-buried in the snow. "Aren't you freezing?"
He cocked his head, considering. "Now that you mention it..." Striding to her, he swung her up easily into his arms. "Let's go inside, Julie."
She goggled. "How do you know my name?"
At that, he smiled, a teasing light dancing in his eyes. "I'm your Christmas present."
